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Jimmy

By: cometnotail



Life as a police officer is not simple. Ever. It is a world where the job itself is almost entirely reactionary. There are tactics, techniques and procedures that can be followed to try and mitigate that truth. It is a life of 23 hours and 45 minutes of boring routine, punctuated by 15 minutes of sheer adrenaline and terror. The problem is, no one ever knows when that 15 minutes will show up. Perhaps by design, or just by tradition, the profession is dominated by those who crave that rush. They seek out those 15 minutes. And in some extreme cases, if they can't find it; they will create it. In worst cases, the job attracts those who love the power and the trappings. These are dangerous people. It attracts a very masculine kind of person. And on a rare occasion, it will attract those who really want to make a difference. They want to help. They want to be part of the solution. Unfortunately, they are few in number.

James Ryan, or Jimmy as he preferred, was a member of this later group. However, standing right at six feet, with light blonde hair and green eyes, a swimmer's well-toned body that he pushed through two hours of exercise daily, he had found himself inadvertently grouped by his peers with the former. Outward appearances are deceiving, which was fortunate for him. He was accepted by the adrenaline junkies and power brokers. Without wishing it, he was part of this inner circle. To date, it had served his professional needs and landed him commendations, accolades, and advancements. For all intents and purposes, he was a man on the move. At the age of thirty, there was no one in the department who would disagree with the statement. The sky was truly the limit. But Jimmy had a secret, a secret so dangerous that it had to be hidden at all costs. If it was ever found out, there is no doubt that his life would have been in peril.

Jimmy was a transsexual. He had fought hard against it. He repressed it. He never acted on it. He kept out of the bars and clubs in his city. He stayed offline. He lived his life in constant frustration. On those nights where it threatened to reveal itself, he would lock himself in his small apartment and grab a bottle. He made sure to lock his car and house keys in his combination gun safe so he couldn't escape the deadbolt security of his home. He imprisoned himself in the one place that should always be a refuge: his own home. And then he would drink. It was done in a mighty rush. The quicker he got wasted, the quicker he would pass out and avoid the danger. He crushed his problem under a massive weight of Bacardi. Weekends were always the worst.

It was inevitable that questions would arise. He was a good looking guy. Better than average, he had been referred to by some of the female as a 'fine piece of man meat.' The questions began to arise from the rest of the force. Why didn't they see him with a girlfriend? Why didn't he enjoy the company of the force sluts? Didn't he just turn down Linda the Loose, what's up with that? Jimmy was aware that at the rate these whispers were multiplying, it wouldn't be long before conclusions would be drawn. When that moment happened, his 'Most-Favored Officer' status would be revoked. No longer would others want to be his partner. No longer would the perks of the in-crowd be available. Then things would get very scary. Suddenly, patrols would be assigned to him that no one wanted. Then back-up would not arrive timely. If he was lucky, he would simply be banished to a desk. If he was unlucky, he would be alone and dead in the middle of a call. He knew he had to do something. He had to fix this.

Jimmy decided to try Denver. A big out-of-state city. He hoped to find help where he was not known. He had saved a lot of vacation and sick time. It was time to use it. He completed some on-line research and found a sex-therapist. Psychiatry, psychology and even religion had not worked. This was a last ditch effort. He was desperate. Perhaps they could fix him? It was worth a shot. He put in his vacation paperwork and made a big show of bragging how he was going to see an old girlfriend. The love of his life had just reappeared. The in-crowd seemed to latch onto the ruse. 'Oh, we get it, Jimmy is in love and his heart got broken. Now we get it.' Jimmy was well-aware that this wasn't a real buy-in, but he was willing to take the time to just rent himself some breathing room. He made an appointment over the phone from his apartment, and was in the Mile High City on a Thursday.

"Mr. Ryan? Doctor Grindle will see you now," the receptionist's voice softly pulled him out of a month-old issue of People. He smiled at her as he set the magazine down and rose to his feet. Taking a deep breath, he followed her to the office door. She held it opened for him, returned his smile and closed it after he entered.

Dr. Grindle was anything but what he expected. He was anticipating a middle-aged man, maybe wearing glasses in a room full of text books. Instead, he found himself looking at an auburn-haired beauty. She wore a simple tan professional knee-length skirt, and a sensible white blouse. Her hair was pulled back into a large French braid, her glasses hung around her neck and were held there by a gold bead chain. She sat in a large high-backed leather chair, which she rose from offering her hand as he entered. She was tall, maybe 5'9", but surprisingly small of breast. If she weighed more than a buck twenty, Jimmy would be surprised. She was thin. And his years of experience told him, she was a runner. The Addidas shoes and gym bag in the far corner confirmed this.

"Mr. Ryan. Nice to meet you. Please have a seat," she motioned to an identical chair set across from hers. A small, yet elegant, coffee table separated the two seats. A yellow notepad and an old school fountain tip pen rested on its top. Jimmy took the offered position. She also sat and demurely crossed her legs, as she took up pad and pen and slipped on her glasses.

"So, what can I help you with?"

Closing his eyes, Jimmy gripped the arms of his seat, took a deep breath and then released the truth. It came out in a rush. He kept it short and only the facts. He held nothing back, even his self-medication with booze came out.

"So, Doc. You see? I gotta fix this. I've got two weeks and some money. I'm at the end of my rope. I need a solution. And, as cliché as it may sound, you are my last resort." Dr. Grindle had been taking copious notes throughout his tale. The room was silent except for the sound of her pen on the paper. Finally, she finished her last note.

"Fix?" She looked over the rims of her glasses questioningly. "James, I don't think you get this at all. You are who you are. There is nothing to be 'fixed.' You have got to come to terms with yourself. Now, you can always develop a cover story to keep your professional life satiated, but that's not going to help your personal issue."

"Shit!" Jimmy saw almost immediately that this wasn't the help he was looking for. She was implying that he create a very deceptive lie and then lead a hidden life. This wasn't what he meant by fix. He told her so.

"James, let's get a few things straight," she set down her pad and removed her glasses, letting them swing on their chain. "You are operating under the impression that you are somehow broken. The first truth you have to come to terms with is that is false. Gender is not a learned behavior, despite what many people seem to believe. The second truth you already have a grip on, anything except the socially accepted convention of man-woman is going to be viewed as deviant. Perverted. The final truth you will have to come to accept is that you have two and only two choices. You can either accept who you are, and then do your best to 'blend' into your environment. Or you have to simply out yourself and accept the scraps that society is willing to leave you. You have invented a third and fourth option, neither of which are possible."

Jimmy grasped at the straws he thought he saw, "third and fourth option?"

"Option three you are trying. Denial. Do I really have to re-enforce what you already know? It has been temporary, at best. And the addition of the alcohol is only going to hasten the inevitable disaster it will become. The fourth is your quest for a 'fix.' It doesn't exist. There is no magic wand to change who you are. There is no drug, no therapy, no prayer, no miracle cure."

Jimmy's hopes were destroyed. He stared at his hands in his lap, his fingers twisting around his knuckles. This was his last hope. It was over. He was a broken man. His mind began searching for alternatives. There simply weren't any. His mind flashed to images of his service weapon. The bloody aftermath of his final solution. At least there would be a positive memory of his life. That was something. He had done some really good things. He had contributed. He had been a positive force in his community. Perhaps the memory of his efforts would carry on after him.

"Well thanks, doc. You have given me a lot to think about. Thanks for the time," he started to rise from his chair. Dr. Grindle caught the tone immediately. She spotted the signs instantly. The resignation. The surrender. Every warning light was lit and her mind went into damage control mode instantly.

"Whoa there, cowboy!" she stood and placed her hand on his shoulder, pushing him lightly to return to his seat. "We haven't even gotten to the part where we start dealing with this."

"Deal with it? I think you have made it quite clear that there is no dealing with it," Jimmy sank back into the plush chair. His quiet plea hung in the air.

"Yeah? I thought you were a cop? Since when do you guys just write shit off? Alright, so you tried option three and it has come up empty. We both know that option four is a pipe dream. But, it sounds odd to me that a person with your record and resolve, has made a snap decision to just give up."

"Well, what in the hell can I do?"

"Let's start with a few questions first. Do you make an impact in the community you serve? Do you make a difference? Or, are you one of those really shitty cops? One of those who just takes what you can get, live off the misery of others?" this angered Jimmy. He had spent a lot of time and effort at his job. Wasn't he here trying to even be better? Who the fuck did this woman think he was, anyhow?

"Look here, goddamn it. I'm a good cop, no check that, I'm a DAMN GOOD COP!" his face had started to turn red, "I've seen shit, faced it, and made things safer because I was willing to stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. I STAYED ready! While you sit up here in your plush six figure fucking office – I HELD THE LINE! I made it so those with less could sleep at night and have a peaceful rest before they gave one more try at a working day in a fucked up neighborhood. I did everything I could to make sure the innocent didn't become fodder for the wicked. I MADE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE!!! Which is more than I can say for whatever in the fuck you think you're doing here!" Jimmy waved his hand at the office for emphasis.

"So, why stop?"

"Huh? Who, uh, said anything about stopping?" Jimmy's hand flopped to his lap. His eyes suddenly diverted from the doctor and found his shoes instead.

"Well, you don't seem to like the idea of shrinking from a challenge, so how about I give you one. You SAY you have all this intestinal fortitude. You SAY you can hold the line. You SAY you help others. So, let's see if you can do that for yourself. Let's see if you really have what it takes to go back and keep making that difference. That is assuming, of course, that you've got the guts for it."

Jimmy's face flushed red with anger as his head shot up. His eyes narrowed and his eyes flashed with the challenge. His voice came out in a low dangerous growl, "Don't you ever, and I mean EVER, imply that I am a coward. Or you may not survive this appointment in the same shape you began it."

Dr. Grindle just shrugged her shoulders in a non-committal fashion, "Alright, if you think you are up for it. But this won't be easy. You sure?"

"Bring it, bitch!" Jimmy ground his teeth. His eyes set on her face, "I don't back down from a fight!"

"Then I will see you back here, tomorrow. 9 am sharp. Don't be late."

Jimmy stormed out of the office. How dare she?! She had questioned everything that he held most dear. She had all but called him a coward. Who the fuck did she think she was? He spent the rest of the day and into that night stewing, cultivating his anger. He was laser-focused on her words. He was determined to make her eat them. Jimmy was back at the office by 8:45 the next morning, still smoldering.

"Mr. Ryan?" the receptionist roused him from his determined thoughts.

"Huh?" he tried to clear his thoughts.

"Sir, Dr. Grindle has you set for a whole morning of treatments. If you are ready, just follow me."

Jimmy followed the woman through the waiting room door and down a very antiseptic hallway. She stopped at Exam Room 3. She placed a folder in a plastic inbox next to the door and smiled at him.

"Here ya go," her voice was very chipper, "just take your clothes off and hang them up on the hooks. There is a gown on the bench. The tech will be in shortly." She smiled, opened the door and then retreated down the hall the way they had come. Jimmy stepped into the exam room. It was like every doctor's office he had ever been in, right down to the smell of disinfectant. He entered and followed the instructions. In under five minutes, he was seated on the paper-covered table in a backless gown. The slightly chilly air teasing the skin of his back. The slippers dangled on his feet as his legs involuntarily swung from the edge of the table.

It took only five minutes before the door opened to allow a short oriental woman, dressed in blue scrubs covered by a white lab coat, to enter. The door swung shut softly behind her as she looked through the file in her hand. She didn't look at Jimmy as she flipped page after page in the folder.

"Ok, let's see here, Mr. Ryan. Mhmmm, ok," she continued to peruse his file, "got it!" She looked up. "Please stand up and remove the gown." Jimmy remained seated. The woman's eyes shot back down to the file.

"You are Mr. Ryan, aren't you?" she read off his birthday and the last four of his social security number. "That is you, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah. But, um, you want me naked?"

"Sir, I was under the impression the doctor had spoken with you about the procedure. Do you not know why you are here?" Jimmy thought for a moment. It finally dawned on him, there had never been a discussion regarding the specifics. She had simply challenged him and he had accepted.

"No, not really. Exactly what are these treatments?"

"Well, we are going to look at hair removal, nail care, preparation, appearance. Think of it like a make-over or a spa day, if you prefer." She waited for him. That didn't sound so bad, he thought. If this was the big challenge, he knew he could handle it. He smiled, hopped off the table and dropped the gown with a flourish and a smile.

"There ya go!" he placed his hands on his hips for effect.

"Alright," she smiled back and took out a pen, flipping his folder open to reveal a chart. She began looking him up and down making small notes and checking boxes on the checklist. "Turn around please." Jimmy complied.

"Ok, I think I got it. Now hop up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups, please," she put the folder down on the counter and began washing her hands. The stirrups? Jimmy's was clueless as to what was intended, so he just sat there. The woman put on a pair of latex gloves with a snap and turned to him.

"Uh, sir, just lay down and put your heels in these," she tapped the pair of metal poles with the semi-circular pads. Jimmy's eyes narrowed as he laid back and lifted his legs to try and get them where he was supposed to. The woman gently grabbed his ankles and guided them into their correct spot. He felt strangely exposed, legs slightly spread and in the air, his ass nearly open to this stranger. He felt her adjusting the table, allowing the poles to swing apart, splaying his legs even further.

"Alright, now just relax. I am going to use some surgical jelly, it might feel a little cold." He heard the squelch as she squeezed a tube of clear gel onto her fingers. He jerked slightly as the tips of her hands made contact with his anus.

"Wow! Yeah, cold. Got it," he shifted uncomfortably on the paper as a single finger rubbed around his puckered hole. Slowly, she inserted her digit into the orifice.

"Unh!" the shock ripped the word out of him.

"Shhhhh, just relax," the woman lowered her voice and set her free hand on his belly, just above his penis. Slowly, she began to rub his stomach as she inserted another finger, "just relax. This will only take a moment." Jimmy felt his cock begin to respond to the tingling sensation her fingers elicited from his ass. He kept his eyes glued to the ceiling and tried to mentally create images that would stop his embarrassment.

"Just relax," she was now purring as her fingers began a slow circular movement, "enjoy the moment. Whatever you do, don't fight it or try to bear down. We're almost done." Her voice was comforting and he could now feel small tingles that seemed to race from where her fingers worked and culminated in his tightening testicles. He sank into the feeling, not realizing that his cock now stood straight up in the air. Her other hand never stopped the gentle strokes on his belly.

"Ok, I think we can work with this," suddenly her hands left his body. He felt a strange emptiness. He looked down to see his rod quivering as she stood and stripped off the gloves. She picked up her pen and made some notes on his chart then opened a drawer.

"Alright now, you can remove your feet and sit up," as Jimmy changed position, she removed a needle and a small vial. She speared the vial through its rubber mouth and withdrew some of the clear liquid into the syringe, then put the vial away. Tapping it lightly, she held it in one hand while pulling out a bottle of alcohol and a cotton ball with the other. She approached him with a single step.

"Extend your arm, please," Jimmy put out his right arm and watched as she saturated the cotton and then swabbed a small area inside his elbow. With a quick experienced maneuver, she stuck him and pressed on the plunger. He watched as the liquid was forced into his arm. A sudden warmth spread from his arm and into his chest.

"What's that?" he asked.

"That is a quick hormone shot, just to help you along. You and the doctor will have to discuss and decide if more of these are needed. We just administer this for the initial treatment to help ease you into things." She withdrew the needle and covered the spot with more cotton.

"Press on this, please," she reached for some surgical tape and sealed the ball to his arm, "there we go. Now, put on your gown and follow me."

The rest of the day was spent going from room to room. In the first treatment area, he received a complete massage, which was followed by a body waxing. It was shocking. The first strip caused him to yelp. But it didn't take long before he was able to relax and anticipate the following strips. His skin tingled as each line and curve was cleared of the fine hair. By the end, he was thoroughly enjoying the feeling. He did get quite red-faced when the different technicians had him put his feet in stirrups and shaved his private parts. Of course, that was nothing compared to the waxing of the crack of his ass. But in due time, his body was bare. Once that was complete, he spent a moment rubbing his chest and legs, feeling the soft smooth skin under his touch. It was exhilarating.

The next stage was a soak in a skin conditioning bath. He sank into the warm water and laid his head back on a towel. Soon, new technicians came in and began to mess with his hair, his eyebrows, his finger nails, and even held his feet out of the water as they scrubbed and pumiced. As they worked, the oriental lady came in with another injection. He didn't even flinch. The intercom in the room played gentle flute and violin music, the sweet fragrance of lavender wafted past his nostrils from the incense, and the soft lighting almost put him to sleep. The techs were incredibly gentle, and he allowed himself to fall into a semi-conscious state as they did their work. The little tugs in his hair, and the soft rubs on his hands and feet lulled him to sleep.


Jimmy and Claire



She sat across the table from me. She hadn't been saying anything. Not surprising. She looked up, finally, and started. "Jimmy, it was never the case that I didn't love you. You have to believe that," she said. "I'm not sorry I did it, but I am very sorry that I have hurt you. Really."

Not sorry she did it! My stomach began to roil, but I was able to maintain my self-control for the moment. "Not sorry you did it? Not sorry you did it, Claire! And why, after telling me that, would you imagine that I have to believe anything you say? You've been fucking him—how long? For how many years? Sounds to me like you love 'him', not me" I said, feeling very logical, especially in view of the fact that she was not sorry she did it.

"It's not like you think, Jimmy. Really it isn't," she said.

"Claire, it is clear to me, that it's exactly like I think it is. I have the audio, and I wish I hadn't gotten it; but your behavior.... 

"You're pretty nasty the way you talk about me, the both of you. 'Wimpy Jimmy just doesn't do it for me," you said. 'You're the only one who gets my butt', you said of him. That one really rankled, Claire." Her hand came to her mouth as she realized I knew more than she thought. "Doesn't leave a lot of wiggle room for misunderstanding does it," I said.

"James Lytle, I was a shit, okay! I'm sorry. But, I do love you. Really, I mean it. But..."

I looked at her. She was wringing her hands. "But what?" I said, in what can only be described as a sardonic tone of voice.

"But—I have loved two men," she said. "You Jimmy—and—Reed." I always have, even back when we were all in college, and both of you were on the football team and big heroes and everything." I sat up straight and stared hard at her.

"You were banging him even then?" I said. She looked down.

"Yes."

"Fuckin-A," I said. "You are a piece of work for damned sure. Tell me, if you don't mind. I mean since we seem to be in the mood for true confessions here. Why two men, and why my best bud? Why my best fucking friend!"

"Jimmy, that is one question that I do not have the answer to. I feel all warm and cuddly when either of you is near me. I feel safe and loved and yes, excited. I love it when I see you trying to hide your hardon, Jimmy. You know when I dress sexy and stuff.

"And when Reed drops his pants and starts undressing me, I get the same feeling. I don't know why," she said.

"Okay, I'll bite. If all of that is so, then why do you bad mouth me to him?" I said.

"He knows about you; you don't know about him—didn't until now that is."

"And that explains what?" I said. "Certainly not why you did it, I mean said those things," I said.

"If it had been reversed, I..."

"Yeah you'd have said the same things about him, right? Baloney! You hold me in contempt. That's what it is, and not him. And, I still don't know why. Haven't I treated you right all of these years? Wasn't I there for you whenever you were down. And, for that I get 'put' down! Thanks one fucking helluva lot. Great fucking wife you are for damn sure. With a wife like you I'd be a helluva lot better off single, Claire.

"I think you despise me. You don't love me. You love my money maybe; I'd buy that," I said. "He doesn't make nearly as much as I do, not since the real estate market crashed. I got that from your conversations with him, the ones on the recorder. That's it isn't it. You need me, but you want him. Fuckin'-A! Well, I'm gonna make it easy for yuh, or maybe it'll be hard for you—no pun intended. So fuckin' goodbye, Claire; in hindsight I can't say it's been all that wonderful." I rose and started for the door. She jumped up and grabbed my arm trying to pull me back to the table.

"Jimmy , you've gotten it all wrong! Really you have. Money! I don't care about your money; I want you!" she all but screamed. I yanked my arm from her grasp causing her to stumble back into her seat.

"Why is it, do you think, Claire, that I have a hard time believing you," I said. "I need to get out of here; it's hard for me to even look at you." I turned once more and headed out, this time with a more determined stride. I thought I heard her start to sob just as the door slammed behind me.

******

I met Claire Wilson seventeen years earlier. She was a college band member—piccolo. I was a linebacker. We met at a season's end sports awards banquet; I was runner-up defensive player of the year; Reed Billings, a defensive end, won it. We'd only managed 8-4 that year, but at least it wasn't a losing season.

Claire was there with other members of the school's band and had bumped into me as I was getting a beer; she'd made me spill it all over her. That led to a lot of stuttering on my part, a lot of giggling on her part, and a lot subsequent dating on both of our parts. We graduated a few months later: me in Criminal Justice and her in Art History. It was a year later that we tied the knot. 

Children had not been in the cards; she didn't want them. I was kinda disappointed, but agreed to follow her lead; it was her body after all. 

Now, seventeen years later, we were both in our late thirties. She worked as an art museum curator and I was a private dick. I had been on the force for some years until I caught an errant slug in the knee that almost cost me my leg; it did cost me my job on the force. I was a bit gimpy now, but in otherwise good shape. Oh, and as for shape, my soon to be ex-piccolo playing wife was also in primo shape: dark hair, green eyes, five-seven, one-fifteen with a butt to guarantee her immortality: she was definitely the cat's meow! Oh, and did I mention a cheating whore! Okay, so I'm bitter.

I knew now why she didn't want any children, at least not children with me. Looking at it now, that was a good thing. It would have been a major complicating factor in our divorce. What the hey, there were upsides to everything.

******

Claire:

As I sat there looking out the window, I was wondering what was going to happen to me now. Jimmy was crazy jealous. How he'd managed to find out about me and Reed was a mystery, but he had; hey, he's a detective. Him setting us up and taping us, while we fucked, had been the final straw. Reed didn't know yet. I had to tell him. He was bigger than Jimmy, a lot bigger. If Jimmy went after him, Reed might hurt Jimmy bad. Jesus, what a mess! I picked up the phone.

"Yeah it's me...no, no, shut up and listen; Jimmy knows...Yeah, fucked up about covers it...No,no, are you nuts! If he sees you, I don't know what he might do...I know you're bigger, but he is awfully upset...I tried, but he wasn't buyin' any...No, no, he's kinda old fashioned that way...okay tomorrow."

Well, I warned him. If Jimmy showed up at his house at least he wouldn't be able to say I let him down.

I had to figure a way to get Jimmy to forgive and forget. I didn't know if it were even possible, but I had to try. I make a quarter what Jimmy makes if that. My job is little more than a hobby. Jimmy pays all of the bills. Reed used to do okay, but since the economy went into the shitter the real estate agency he works for is not doing too well; hell, he makes even less than I do some months.

I've really screwed up this time. Plus Jimmy is a PI. Hiding shit from him would be impossible. I don't want to anyway. He needs to know that I love him, but that I also love Reed. Why the fuck have I bad mouthed him so much to Reed! My stupidity is always getting me into trouble. Shit-shit shit!

******

She'd called me a wimp. Where in the hell had that come from? It wasn't that I'm some giant egotist, but I have thought myself a man of honor. Well, whatever I was, I knew what she thought of me. 

As for my so called best friend, Reed; well, that backstabbing asshole has no honor regardless of what she thinks or doesn't think. I'd be taking care of him at some point but how still remained a question. Still, I figure it was Claire who started it all. She had the goods to drive any man out of his mind. 

It was Claire that said she wanted two men. I figured she probably lent him the opportunity and he took it. I wondered if he had given any thought to our friendship in the doing of it all; I doubted it. Reed was undoubtedly thinking with his little head at the time. Probably thought he could keep it quiet and secret from me. How'd the old saying go, "What the clueless cuckold doesn't know can't hurt him"?

She mentioned something about, "If things had been reversed...." Yeah, if they had would I have double crossed my friend, even for a piece of ass as good as Claire's? I'd like to think I have more character than that. I had had opportunities to cheat over the years, and that with some pretty primo strange. That fucking asshole Reed should not have done this to me. He should not have! Now, his actions, and hers, were going to destroy us. Seventeen fucking years. Seventeen fucking years! Damn it!

******

Reed:

Shit, he knows. Bad-bad-bad. He'll wanna fight me now, redeem his honor, redeem his manhood. Hell, I would too. He'll go down of course. He's five-eleven one-ninety to my six-five two-seventy-five. He knows he has no chance to win going toe to toe with me. But, he has to do it; I know him. He has to try me. Then what? He's in the hospital, maybe I'm in jail. Claire—who knows who she'll visit first or more often? She does have feelings for him too; I know that; she's told me often enough, "ad nauseum" actually. I was okay with it, with her loving him, or at least her saying she does.

We'd said some pretty nasty smack about him, though, when we were fucking: wimp, dinky dick, clueless dumbass. It was all bullshit of course, just to heighten the sexual tension, I guess. Hell, really, I think we said that stuff more to cover our own shortcomings, our betrayal of him than anything else; none of it was true in any event; it was just words, meaningless words. 

How much does he know? Well, anyway he is a wimp. He never put his foot down with Claire; she has him so pussywhipped it isn't even funny. Hell, I'm surprised that after she found out she'd, we'd, been spied on and outed by his investigators that she didn't get mad and take him over her knee and spank him. It would have been in character for him to take his punishment and apologize. And yet...

Well, she didn't, and now maybe we'd pushed him past his limits. She could do anything she wanted to him except cheat on him. And now he knew she had with me, and now there was going to be hell to pay. At least I didn't have a wife to worry about.

******

I stared at his front door; I was holding a tire iron. I didn't intend to use it, but if he had something, I'd be ready. I mean when I went up there and confronted him—had she already warned him? Would he be armed? I had to be ready. She probably had warned him, I knew. But, hell it didn't matter. Armed or not, it was going to happen; it had to. Could I take him? I figure if I got the first shot in and kept the pressure on; well, maybe I could in spite of his size.

I rapped on the door. He answered it. He looked at the tire iron I held in my hand. "I see you brought a friend," he said, nodding at the makeshift weapon. "Kinda cowardly even for you dontcha think." I snickered and threw the tire iron to the side. 

I stepped back and asked him to come out onto the lawn. I was faster than he was, at least with my hands. My gimpy leg I had long since learned to compensate for, so I wasn't worried about that. But, I did need room to maneuver if I was going to have any chance. 

"Well, hello asshole," I said as he squared off in front of me.

"Jimmy, we don't need to do this. Hey look, I'm sorry man. It was—well—she loves us both. I know she told you that. And for the record, no matter what you think, I love both of you: her and you, Jim." He said. My hand flashed and he staggered back red painting his face.

I was on him letting rights and lefts loose without stopping. He finally decided he'd had enough and countered. I stepped back quickly and his wild punch carried him to the ground. First round to me.

He got up slowly, and the look in his eyes was not friendly. I started to say something, but never got it out. A left hook staggered me and sent me reeling against the side of the house. He was bleeding from the nose and mouth, but he was not really hurt, not close. His next blow relieved me of every scintilla of air I had in me. Soon, I was the bloody mess. He rained terrible blows to my ribs and face. But, it was the vicious kick to my groin that finally put me down and out of action.

"You didn't have to do this, man. We could have gotten by it," he said.

"No, no we couldn't have," I squeaked. "And this is not the end of it either, old bud," I said, as sarcastically as I could. Just then we both looked down the street. Two black and whites were coming with sirens blaring.

Several neighbors, no doubt they who had summoned the police, stood around as the cops asked questions of everybody present.

"Yes, officer, the smaller man started it—no the big guy didn't act aggressively at first—yes we saw it all—the little guy had that when he came up," said one guy, pointing to the discarded tire iron. "Yes we'll testify..." 

******

Yeah, I'd lost the fight, but I'd had to try. I'd had to. Oh, and I was fucked legally too; a jail cell awaited me when I got out of the hospital. It seems that it's okay to cuckold a man for years but not for him to object too strenuously. 

I spent the next week in the hospital. My so called wife tried to visit me a couple of times, but I put the boff on that: I guess even a cuckold had some rights. 

The day I was to be released two rather large fellows in uniform arrived to cuff me and escort me to my new—hopefully temporary—digs. I hadn't even tried to contact my lawyer yet; I intended to rectify that little faux pas at the earliest opportunity; you'd have thought that an ex-cop and PI—me—would have known better; well, I'd had other things on my mind.

It was late on a Friday when the hospital released me. It looked like I would have to spend at least the weekend behind bars so Michael Wentworth III, my friend and legal advisor, advised me. Helluva thing. I got lucky, I suppose, and had a cell all to myself, must have been a slow week.

"Look, Jimmy, you have to see Claire. Maybe she can get your ex-bud to drop the charges. Hell, the way I see it, she owes you that much," said Michael.

"Mike, I hate those two. I really, really, don't want to beg her for a favor, can't you do something? The humiliation I've already had heaped on me is enough, dontcha think?" I said.

"Yeah maybe, but a year in the can would be a helluva lot worse," he said. "Jimmy, listen, you gotta put your tail between your legs and beg her to intercede with the guy. If you don't, you'll be saddled with a record, a felony record; you'll lose your licenses," said my friend, my lawyer. "If you hadn't brought that damned tire iron with you..."

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath and nodded. "Set it up, the meeting with her," I said. "Here. I will see her here, in the can. Can you work that?"

"Yes, I can do that. I mean if she agrees. I'll try for today. Sit tight; I'll be back shortly."

"Jim, I know it's the shits, but we don't have much choice. Even if I get it knocked down to a misdemeanor; the effects would only be slightly better. Anyway, I'll be right back."

He was gone for an hour. But, it was okay. I needed the time to think. I felt sick to my stomach. I really couldn't stand the thought of begging those two. 

"She'll be here shortly," he said, returning to inform me. 

We talked for some time before a guard came to the cell door indicating that I had a visitor.

"Just get her to intercede; we need this," said Michael. I just nodded. The guard cuffed me, and we walked out following him.

She was already in the interview room and seated at the little metal table. The guard secured my cuffed hands to the table in front of me. Evidently I was considered a threat. She looked at me sympathetically. The guard left us alone.

"Jesus!" she said. "Fuck-fuck-fuck! I am so sorry, Jimmy. You didn't deserve this. It's all my fault. And all of those mean things I said about you when I was with him, I will never forgive myself."

I didn't say, that I would never forgive her either. I just nodded. She reached over and held my cuffed hands in hers. "For God's sake, say something, Jimmy, please."

"I'm here talking to you, Claire, because my lawyer tells me I will be going away if I can't get you and the asshole to drop the charges. So, I guess, I'm begging you. Please get him to drop his complaint," I said. She gave me a pained expression. 

"Jimmy—I tried already. He's got his back up. He won't drop the charges. He's really pissed. I think that the main reason is that I told him that I would testify for you if he didn't drop them, the charges, I mean. I'm sorry, Jimmy, I can't seem to stop fucking up."

"Are you saying you've dumped him?" I said. She looked down. "No? He's gonna fuck me over even worse than he already has, and you are still riding his cock for him?" I looked at her in disbelief! "This is surreal."

"Jimmy, I keep telling you—the both of you—that I love two men. I mean I love you both unconditionally. You attacked him, Jimmy, with a tire iron! You could've killed him," she said. I laughed at that. "I will testify for you, Jim. I will tell the court that it's all my fault. But I can't bring myself to renounce him as one of my main men when it was you that attacked him."

"I had a tire iron when I went up to the house, but I threw it down when I saw he didn't have anything—you know, like a gun," I said.

"Jimmy, I will do my best for you, but Reed—he is still going to prefer charges. I will try again to get him to drop them. But..."

"Never mind, Claire. I really can't get my head around the fact that you are still fucking the guy even after all of this. Don't help me. I never want to see you again. Him? That's another matter. Him, I do want to see again. And, no matter how long it takes, Claire, I will," I said. "So go back to your scumbag lover and cuckold me some more. Just be sure and tell him what I said.

"Guard," I screamed. The big uniform came in immediately. "Get me away from this whore," I said. She looked at me stunned. 

"One more thing, Claire." She leaned forward as if to plead with me.

"Yes," she said. I spit in her face. She stumbled back. The guard frowned and led me out.

My bad luck could not have been worse. I got a real hanging judge. "Five years," he said. I was recuffed with a waist chain attached to ankle shackles and led out. The two cuckolders were there to witness my ruin. She looked sad; he looked—triumphant.

******

Prison is nothing if not an educational institution. What did I learn? I was a fairly big guy, but there were many bigger than I in the can. One was a washed up, but one time, world class boxer, a contender. Maximo Sanchez was a welterweight or had been; he was also my cell mate. I was in good shape, had been since my days at State. I learned everything he had to teach me, and some of the lessons were pretty hard core. He got mad at me one time in our first year together: I spent a week in the prison infirmary. He was all apologetic after the fact, but I'd learned a lesson: control my temper and my mouth.

Maximo taught me other stuff too. One was indeed to keep my fucking mouth shut, and only to speak when speaking would be of clear advantage to me or any project that I had in mind. Maximo was fifty-five, but by no means over the hill.

I should note here, that in spite of our less than amicable parting that last meeting in the jail, Claire did try to see me several times in prison that first year; I wondered about that. At any rate, I refused to see her and finally got her on my no-see list. 




Jimmy and Claire



Michael had told me straight, as I knew he had. I had lost all of my licenses. But, at the end of three years of misery, I was finally given my outright release; at least I didn't have to fuck with the inconvenience of a parole officer looking over my shoulder. As luck would have it, Maximo was also released at virtually the same time—three days after me actually. I picked him up from the joint in a cab; I had a case of beer waiting for us. I still didn't have a car or job. We were a pair for sure. He was a now fifty-seven year old ex-pug, me a forty-two year old ex-PI. Both on the skids, both on a mission.

My mission was to get even with the asshole: I'd take my time, but sooner or later... His was to open a gym and make a living at the only thing he knew. I had some money—still—saved from my old career; he had the knowledge to impart to students of the sweet science.

One thing about my three years under Maximo's tutelage: my hands got fast and were devastatingly effective. I was also slimmed down a little to a hard body 185. Oh yeah, and I was damned near as tough as I thought I was.

******

I guess it was to be expected. I had returned to my old haunts after all. Like I say, it was inevitable that I'd run into them. I hadn't sought either of them out at that point, but I eventually would have: I was still, as far as I knew, technically married to the one and had a score to settle with the other, but I hadn't been in a hurry. This little eventuality, this little run in, changed things.

She was as beautiful as ever. He was even bigger than ever—had to weigh in at 300 plus for sure. Her cooking was fattening him up, I supposed.

Maximo was trying to say something. "Hey bro, you okay?" he said. "You look funny." I nodded in the direction of the door where Claire and Reed were talking to the waitress. 

"Whoa, cowboy, is that them?" said Maximo.

"Yes," I said. 

"Jesus, he is a big cat for sure. He's two of you!" said Maximo.

"Yeah, he's put on a few pounds since I last saw him," I said.

It was at that moment that Claire happened to look around the room and spotted us. Her hand went to her mouth. She turned and said something to Reed. His head snapped around, and for the first time in more than three years, our eyes met and locked. Neither of us smiled. 

Jennifer grabbed his arm demanding his attention; he returned his gaze to her. I saw him shake his head in the negative, but she kept after him, insisting on something. He threw a disgusted look in our direction and exited the building. Too bad, I was almost hoping he would start something.

Claire turned toward me and just stared. I was sure she was about to follow her lover outside.

"Well, that's interesting," I said turning to Maximo. "I guess they're afraid of us." I laughed at my own inane attempt at humor.

"Amigo, she coming over," he said. My turn to snap my head around. 

"Fuck, I have nothing to say to the whore," I said. "But, I'm not leaving with my tail between my legs, no way!"

"Hello, Jimmy," she said, arriving at our table and standing very straight with her hands hanging loosely at her sides.

"What do you want, Claire. I figured that last day in court, when they pronounced me guilty and shackled me, should have been enough for you. Bet you and fuckwad had a monster laugh seeing me humiliated and destroyed like that. Get the fuck away from me," I said. "If you haven't figured it out yet, I hate you—and the asshole."

"Nobody laughed at you that day, Jimmy, especially not me, and I think you know that. Reed was glad you were sent away, but he didn't think it was funny. You can trust me on that one," she said.

"I don't trust you at all," I said. "So get the fuck outta my face."

"Jimmy, please, can I speak with you for a moment—in private?" she glanced at Maximo.

"No. This is someone I do trust. If you've got something to say, you can do it in front of him or not at all," I said. "Oh, and don't sit down; you're not welcome here."

"Nice to meet you, amiga," said Maximo, speaking for the first time. "I've heard so much about you."

Claire winced at that. She could imagine what I'd said about her.

"Very well," she said. "Jimmy, I'm sorry for causing you so much pain. It was never meant to be that way. I just—well—you know. I needed and wanted you both. I have now realized that I was stupid. Where that arrangement was okay with Reed; it wasn't with you. I was sure you two were close enough friends for us, him and me, to convince you; I mean after you found out. Big mistake that one."

"Claire, since I'm sitting here and listening to you, question, why? Why did he do what he did to me? He had to know I was going to fight him, that I had to. I never could get my head around the fact that he wanted to destroy me like he did," I said.

She sighed. "Two reasons. One he said that when he saw you with the tire iron; well, he thought that you actually intended to kill him. Even when you threw it off to the side—and yes he finally told me the truth about that one—he said that he thought you threw it away on the spur of the moment, that you had 'originally' intended to kill him but just changed your mind at the last moment."

"And the second reason?" I said. She paused, clearly not wanting to continue.

"Two, he thought that with you incarcerated that I would divorce you and marry him," she said. I know my face darkened at that moment.

"Is that the plan, Claire? I know you haven't started divorce proceedings yet, but now?" I said.

"I—yes, Jimmy. Now that I see you're out I am going to divorce you. When you spit in my face that day; well, I knew I'd lost you. I knew that there was no hope for us, for me" she said.

"Why not while I was inside?" I said.

"Because you were trapped and unable to speak for yourself while you were in jail. I wouldn't do that to you. At least now you can defend yourself or your name or whatever you think needs to be defended. I won't be asking for anything; I can promise you that," she said. I nodded. "You can get on with your life, and I hope you have a good one."

"You gonna marry him?" I said. The answer seemed obvious, but maybe not.

"No. I'll not marry again, Jimmy. He knows that. It riles him, but one husband in one lifetime is enough," she said. "But, that said, lest you have any doubts or wonder, don't, I have been sleeping with him, and will continue to do so. He does it for me, as you once did too; but, husband material he is not."

"For the record, after you divorce me, would you sleep with me?" I said. Her eyes popped open wide. I'd surprised her. Well, she was, and I was sure still was, a great piece of ass.

"Huh?" she said in a very small voice.

"I wasn't speaking Greek, Claire," I said.

"I—I—don't know. I mean—you'd want to?" she said. "I mean you said you hated me..."

I smiled, "Yeah, I said it—but You always were good in bed, Claire. And, as you can imagine, I'm pretty horny after not getting any for these past few years," I said. I watched her swallow. 

"I—I—have to go. Good luck to you, Jimmy. I really mean that," she said.

I watched her almost run out of the building. Maximo and I touched glasses. 

"Might really piss off old Reed if I took her, if I did it with her," I said.

"I think that that would be likely," said Maximo. I smiled. 

A germ of a plan was coming together. I wondered if she were still living in the old place, or at his. I wondered if Reed was living with her either way. Easy enough to find out, but that had to wait; I wasn't gonna rush things; I had time.

******

She'd said it straight, I was served with divorce papers at the apartment five days after our little talk. I'd had to wonder how she knew where to send the process server. She'd evidently found out where I was staying with Maximo—neither of us had much money left after funding the gym set up that was even now underway; we figured to open in a couple of weeks. Our domicile was definitely on the wrong side of the tracks, but near the gym, in order to conserve our now meager funds. I'd had a little bit of money left, but it wouldn't be lasting long. Maximo for his part had nothing, but I owed him for training me—and continuing to do so. I might be a forty something, but I was a one very-fast-with-the-hands forty something.

I signed the divorce papers and within six months it was over. I was single, she was single, and good 'ole Reed was about to get a surprise if I could work it.

******

The gym—really a converted basement with an external entryway had a ring and the usual bags and stuff. Maximo expected a number of hopefuls to be working out regularly with us. I don't know where he got his information, but he was confident that he had it right.

Again, the whole shebang had taken almost every dollar I had saved in my years of work as a PI to set up and get operating. The good news was that we didn't owe anything. The place was paid for except for the usual utilities and taxes and such. Fortunately the utilities, so far, were low; we'd be okay if we were careful, and we were.

Maximo was in charge of the day to day operations. I had other things I had to attend to. 

******

The more things change the more they remain the same. I'd learned that Claire was still working at the museum. It was a no brainer to sit outside one day and wait for her to get off work and follow her. I could have just asked her where she lived when I'd seen her that night in the bar, but I was afraid she would blow me off: worried about what I might be starting with Reed. 

So here I was watching the back entrance as she exited at 5:30. I saw her exit and head for a new Chevy. Red, she did like bright colors; the car was red.

It was some twenty minutes later that she pulled up in front of a new tract house. Both my old place and Reed's had new owners; I'd checked that out after seeing her that night in the bar. I'd waited these months to track them down mainly because I wanted the divorce to be finalized in case I ended up back in the joint—a distinct possibility given my miserable luck.

******

The pillbox was my new favorite hangout; it was close to the gym. Great place to meet girls, I'd noticed, and, to get serious psychological help from the resident bartender, Cal Billingsley. The latter actually claimed to have a master's degree in Psychology.

Anyway, like I said, it was a place to meet the ladies. And, I'd met a good one: Maribel Vincent. She was very tall, very skinny, raven haired, very funny, probably intelligent (the jury was still out on that one), and fairly good looking. All right, she wasn't exactly a beauty, and she was flat chested; but she was interesting; and above all, she seemed to like—well—me! I counted that a plus.

"You come here a lot?" I said. She eye'd me appraisingly.

"Some. Less so lately. Been busy," she said.

"Busy? Well, yeah, if it comes to that, me too," I said. "My name's Jim."

"Maribel," she said. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm sure," I said, with way too much flourish. She laughed. "Yeah, anyway, I've been real busy figurin' out whether my ex-wife and I are gonna ever be able to stand each other again."

"Really, me too," she said, "I mean not my wife, but my husband. He's a cheater. A 'big' time cheater. But—if she's ex, why would you care if you can stand her or not," said Maribel.

"Hah! Your husband might have been a cheater, but not as big a cheater as my ex," I said, with some emphasis. "My fucking whore of a soulmate is a 'goddamn whore'! And, why would I care; well, it's complicated."

"Well, at least we have a damn good reason to get plastered together," she said.

"I can relate," I said. "I sure as damn stinkin' hell can relate." We tilted glasses and sipped a silent toast to our mutual misery.

We sat together, not saying much, just sipping and thinkin'. What I was thinkin' was that this was a girl who might maybe be able to make me forget my problems, at least for a little while.

******

My plan for Reed was to try to lure him into a situation where I could fight him and have an airtight "get out of jail free card" after the fact; and, a get "into" jail free card for him. But, I had every intention of nailing my ex first, and to rub his traitorous nose in it. 

I felt out of place in the museum. I'd been to it a number of times over the years—well, in former times. But, now, well, I felt out of place. I saw her handing out brochures to a couple of Japanese tourists. She looked happy. She turned.

"Hello, Claire," I said. "I wondered if you were still working here. I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd check it out."

"Jimmy, I'm surprised. How are you?" she said. Her look changed. "Jimmy? Why are you here?" Her tone was—suspicious.

"Like I said, I wondered if you still worked here. And—if so—I wondered if you would have lunch with me," I said. "You know for old time's sake."

She frowned. "Why?"

"Since I saw you that night in the bar, well, I've been thinking about you. It's been so long for me. Anyway, I just wanted to see you," I said.

"But, Jimmy, you spit on me. Do you remember that!" she said with a little bit of ire seeping through.

"Yeah, I know. But, that was years ago and the conditions weren't exactly the best, if you'll recall; I was in chains," I said. "I was punished for what I did, Claire. I served my time behind bars and took my medicine. Hey, it's only lunch. Whaddya say?" I could see she was thinking.

"Okay, Jimmy, I guess lunch wouldn't be too much to ask," she said. "For old time's sake." I nodded. 

******

The food at Cairo's Beanery was good—the prices were also within my rage. The conversation was a little strained.

"Okay, Jimmy, why am I here?" said Claire. I smirked, I couldn't help it.

"Because you're pretty still. Because over the years I've done some thinking. Because I'm about as horny and desperate as a man can get," I said. She looked at me like I was some kind of alien.

"Jimmy—I..."

"Don't get you panties all in a wad, Claire, I know you don't want me," I said. I was playing the guilt card and hoping I wasn't blowing my chances. Okay, it was a gamble.

She frowned. "Jimmy, it isn't at all that I don't want you. Frankly, the idea of going to bed with you is appealing. But—well, I don't want to stir up a can of worms. You know very well how Reed will react if I let you have me. He isn't as willing to share as he used to be, and he wasn't happy that I wouldn't marry him after I divorced you," she said. 

"It's strange, I know. I mean I was so willing to share and he was so willing to share, now we're freakin' monogamous. I can't explain it. I don't know if it can be explained, but anyway, I don't want him to find out. Please believe me; I wish things had turned out differently."

"Hey, the only way he'll know is if you tell him," I lied. "I hate the asshole, but I won't be doing you for revenge or any of that. Hell, Claire, if it comes to that, we were husband and wife; we were supposed to fuck. And you were doing him all the while, and you weren't supposed to be doing him," I was smiling my most engaging smile.

"I don't—oh what the hell. I guess I owe it to you to let you get your rocks off," she said. She smiled at me now. "Are you really as horny as you say?"

"Oh, yeah!" I said. I wasn't lying about that.

The ride to my place was quiet. I knew she was nervous, and hell, I was too. It'd been a long time. Apart from some flirting and a little touchy-feely at the Pillbox, I hadn't had any sex since getting out months before. Yeah, I know: why not. The reason was two-fold. One I was afraid of going back inside for messing with prosties. The other was the fact that I was just too damn rusty to get a girl—one that I wanted—anyway. I wasn't interested in just some mindless screwing either. I wanted someone to hold onto, and the ones I finally got up the nerve to ask out were not interested or married or busy—go figure. So, yeah, I was horny.

I'd arranged with Maximo for him not to be the apartment. He smirked when I told him that I needed the place empty for the night, but I think he was glad I was finally gonna get laid. She seemed to settle down once we were inside.

"Take it easy on me, okay stud? You and I—well—we have a history, and if we're going to do this, you've gotta take it easy, go slow. You know," she said. I nodded and tried to look composed; I have no idea how successful I was.

I went to her, and pulled her, gently, to me. So far so good. She let me kiss her. God how good she tasted. I held that first kiss for a full minute.

"Wow, you are a bit on the horny side, aren't you," she said.

My voice was husky when I said, "Yeah, you could say that. You're my first, well, since..."

"Are you serious, Jimmy? You mean going on four years?" she was actually concerned.

"Yes." She just stared at me. She came to me and touched my arm; it was electric. I pulled her to me and almost hurt her, I held her so tight. "Thank you for this," I said, finally.

She pushed me back and told me to sit. I did as she commanded. She slowly undressed in front of me. God it was erotic! Her mound was bald. Her slit was going to be impossible to not worship.

I slipped from the bed to my knees and kissed her there. She smelled like a woman smells, and it intoxicated me. I turned her gently around. She looked back at me quizzically. I kiss her ass cheeks. I spread them and made oral love to her anus. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees and spread her legs a little to allow me better access. I literally tried to suck her anus and any of its contents into my mouth. I could hear her muffled giggles. She could laugh at me all she wanted. I needed this; I needed it bad.

I stood and led her to the bed. I would take missionary the first time. I wanted to see her eyes when I entered her. She grimaced as I pushed, but settled down as I began a rhythmic push and pull. I wanted this to last. I'd been jerking off so much in recent times that I figured I could, and, I did.

Her face took on a strange aspect—stressed maybe—I knew she was cumming. Her orgasm seemed to last for a full minute before she relaxed and I blew into her. I leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you," she said. "I just wish..."

"I know, but, well, I just don't know, Claire; I just don't know," I said. 

My resolve to exact revenge on the both of them was being seriously challenged. I still loved her. I loved her so much. For those out there who have never been in a love like mine—well—you just have no idea. That love alone might almost have been enough to change my mind, resolve. It would have been if the image of Reed laughing at me all of those years weren't so strong. He had to go down. I would try to spare her, but he had to go down.

******

Maximo had done a good job. He'd contacted a number of friends, and they had contacted more friends. Pretty soon, Maximo's House, the name of our gym, became kind of a hangout for wanna be fighters and a few pretty good fighters, and a few pretty good manager types. This last was good because it was the managers that made the neophyte fighters into the real McCoy. Paul Zorn was one such manager.

Paul was not looking for me, nor was he looking for Maximo exactly. He was looking for the kid, Randy Ellison. Randy was a middleweight. At five-nine and 165, he had the hand speed of a lightweight and the firepower of a lightheavy. He could be going places. 

I was standing back against the wall watching Randy flash punches into the mitts that a trainer held out in front of him for the kid to hit.

"Almost too fast to see, those hands," said Paul, coming up behind me. 

"You'd know," I said. "But, yeah, he is fast."

We watched for a few more minutes. Paul turned to go. "Maximo says you guys might be coming down to La Jolla to see the kid's first real fight," said Paul.




Jimmy and Claire



"Maximo, not me," I said. "I'm tied up."

He shrugged. "Your loss," said Paul.

"Yeah, I know, but I really am tied up. I gotta do some stuff that can't wait," I said.

I watched as the man went out. Maximo magically appeared at my side as soon as I moved away from the wall with thoughts about going out myself.

"Zorn, talk to you," he said.

"Yeah, uh, not much. Just mentioned the fight in La Jolla," I said.

"Yeah, if it goes good, he's gonna put the kid under contract. It'll be a break for him, for the kid," he said.

" 'Reckon so," I said. "But, I ain't goin'. Got a big date, and she comes first. None of you guys are pretty enough to take her place—love you though I do."

"I can dig it," he said, smiling. "I honest-to-god can."

******

Actually, I had two big dates. A nooner with Claire and drinks afterward with Maribel. 

Maribel was an enigma for me. I was still madly in love with Claire, that much I knew, but Maribel had a—presence. She puzzled me. She liked me. As far as I knew was dating no one but me. But, she never pressured me, or made me feel like I was needed or would be missed; but, that said, I had a feeling that something was there. Weird.

I met Claire at a nearby motel. She'd checked us in before I arrived; that was kind of s first for me: the woman signing us in at a motel. 

She came to me. Her arms slipped around me, and the kiss was no less than loving. This time, this date, was different, at least on my end; I was recording it all. I wasn't sure I would have the brass juevos to actually fuck her over with her lover as I planned, but I was going through with the first part of the plan regardless: gathering the stuff that I needed to sock it to Reed. Worst case, Claire would be collateral damage, but I would be there to pick up the pieces if she'd let me, if not, well, not, I guess.

She tore off my clothes and then hers. "Take me from behind lover. I need it," she said. She bent herself over and placed her hands on the seat of a chair. Spreading her legs wide, she looked back at me. "Well," she said. I smiled and moved into assault her vagina with everything I had. I was able to fuck her for five minutes before exploding inside of her. She hadn't come, so I threw her on the bed and began servicing her orally. It was another five minutes before she began bucking and jabbering unintelligibly. She stiffened and shuddered as she came. She sank back into the mattress and closed her eyes. "Fuck you're good," she said. "I'd almost forgotten how good you could be, especially with your mouth."

A bit later, after a short nap, she was dressing. "Jimmy, this has to be the last. I think Reed suspects something. He doesn't know what, but he is acting funny. "I'm sorry, Jimmy." I just looked at her, my face blank of expression, I was sure. I just nodded.

"Thanks for letting me get my rocks off. I needed it," I said. She just looked at me, turned and left. Her dumping me for the second time made up my mind for me: collateral damage.

******

The next evening I was seated at a table at the Pill Box. Paul showed up with Randy. They were all smiles.

"You two dating each other," I said. Smiling at their obvious jubilation and platonic love for each other. 

"He beat the guy, Jimmy. He took out the number four ranked contender—in the first round. The referee had to stop it; it was that one-sided," said Paul.

"Well congratulations," I said, inclining my nod toward Randy.

"Thanks, Mr. Lytle. I have you and Mr. Sanchez to thank for helping me and training me." Paul was nodding and smiling.

"I'm hoping to have Maximo stay on with him and keep training him," said Paul, "the guy knows his stuff."

"He does that," I said. "And speaking of the guy who knows his stuff, here he comes with the belle of the ball."

Maribel came right for me and planted a monster kiss on me. "You look gorgeous, girl," I said, immediately after regaining my breath.

"Hmm, nice to hear. You can tell me again later," she said, "maybe go into more detail."

"Huh?" I said. Maximo was laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Not funny, but maybe fun," he said.

"Max, what's going on," I was getting a little frustrated.

"Maribel's divorce from her husband was final today," said Maximo.

"What? Huh? Maribel, I thought you said you were already divorced," I said.

"No, I said my husband was a cheater, but at the time I met you we were still married. Not sleeping in the same room or dealing with each other much, but still technically married. But no more," she said.

"Oh boy, that explains a lot," I said.

"I couldn't—didn't—feel right taking advantage of you, Jimmy. That's why I've been a little standoffish until now. I mean if it matters to you," she said.

I was stunned. "Uh—yeah—it matters. We'll talk," I said, finally getting my head out of my ass.

The celebration over Randy's big fight and Maribel's freedom went on for an hour before the entertainment arrived. I had just finished dancing with Maribel when somewhere between 1,000 and 1,200 pounds of proud-ass beef crossed the threshold of the Pill Box. They were led by Reed; there were four of them in all. Reed did not look happy. 

I pushed my chair back from the table. The others, except for Maximo, didn't know who the visitors were, but they were more than aware that they weren't no welcome wagon.

"Well hello convict," said Reed.

"Convicts," I said. "Maximo here was my cell mate for the duration. You know for the time I spent behind bars mainly because of you."

"Two losers," he said. "You Deserve each other." I high-fived Maximo.

"You want to take him yourself, Reed, or can I have the pleasure," said the guy standing immediately to his left. The guy looked like the son of Kong. 

"No, Darrel, I've got this one. You guys can just keep the rest of this riff-raff here in line until I finish with him. Oughta take maybe thirty seconds," said Reed. 

I stood sighed and waited. Reed smiled. Randy stood, as did Maximo. Paul just lit a cigarette, took his drink, and pushed his chair back out of the way; he motioned Maribel to join him. She did.

Reed laughed. He sent hard stares to Maximo and Randy. "You two best move back out of the way like the old man and the girl there," said Reed.

"Reed, which one do I get," said son of Kong. 

"You take the other convict if he is dumb enough to mess in this. You two guys keep the young guy from interfering; don't hurt him too much; he's clearly just a boy," said Reed. Randy's faced darkened; the two linemen types didn't seem to notice.

Reed stepped toward me. His hands had still not come up in a threatening position. 

"I didn't much like the tape you sent me. Oh, and it made Claire cry if it means anything to you," he said.

"It doesn't, mean anything to me that is," I said. His roundhouse was easily dodged. He sort of skidded past me, turned back to me snarling, and was greeted with a dozen jabs and a right hook. He staggered back, still not intimidated.

"Seems like you learned a couple of things in prison, convict," he said. I stepped into him and delivered a uppercut that bent him half backwards. I followed it with a hook to the ribs and followed that with another hook to the temple. He attempted to throw a cross at me, but it was just so much slow the mail. I'd stung him; now he was concerned.

The few patrons in the place were standing around mesmerized. The barkeep knew us and just kept wiping down the counter. It was surreal. Why do bartenders always occupy themselves that way, I wondered.

Kong went at Maximo. Maximo won—forty to nil. The big ape dropped like a sack of wet cement. The other two buffoons tried on Randy, but they were getting in each other's way and went down one at a time even faster than did Maximo's dance partner.

"I'd noted the clock on the wall when Reed had bragged about ending things in less than thirty seconds. The whole show lasted about a minute and a half.

The fight over, Maribel came up to me. "You okay, big guy," said Maribel.

"Yeah, fine," I said. "As a matter of fact, very fine." I kissed her. She kissed me back. Things were looking good.

The barkeep finally had to call the EMT guys, and of course the cops joined them. There were enough witnesses to assure them that blame for the little set-to would all be on the heads of Reed and his fellow Neanderthals. 

I heard that Reed spent the next several days in the hospital. Seems he was going to need some plastic surgery to mend the broken bones in his face. I heard too that Claire visited him every day. I did see Claire that following week. She came up to me, started crying, turned and left without saying a word. I guess all that happened had left her speechless.

My love for her died that day at the motel when she'd told me she wouldn't be seeing me again. Now, Reed could have her. He would, I was sure. He would also have the memory of how easily he'd been taken down; that was my gift to me.

******

I wasn't a PI anymore. The assholes had seen to that. But, I had a plethora of skills that weren't exactly found to be growing on trees. Hence, I had plenty of word of mouth requests to help so and so to gather—how shall I say it—data on this or that person, place or thing. I was good at gathering data. 

I was part owner in a business, Maximo's House, and my reportable income was right at sixty-K. I was almost able to double that by what I was making on the side; which I shared 60-40 with Maximo. The same deal he had made me per the gym. We had a good relationship. If he weren't so damn ugly, I'd have married him instead of Maribel. Yes, that's right we did marry, and she turned out to be one Heckuva babe—in all respects. Still...

Life is full of little surprises. It was four years after the last time I'd seen her speechless at the Pillbox that I was to interact with her again—indirectly.

Claire was still beautiful, a little thinner, but still quite a woman. God, would I ever really be over her!

"Jimmy, you got some time this week?" said Malcom Horning. Malcom was a PI, and an old friend from long bygone days. I was doing some work for him on occasion, and this was one of those occasions.

"Yeah, of course," I said. "What you need?"

"A woman. Wants the goods on a cheating husband. She wants to get it fast, nail his ass to a wooden cross, and preferably one with plenty of slivers in it," he said.

"No problem," I said. "Got a name, a place to start?"

"Yeah the guy's name is Reed Billingsly. The woman is Claire Billingsly. Here's the fact sheet on him and her. See what you can get," he said. I stood there stunned. 

So she had married him. Interesting. I guess, she finally didn't love anybody anymore: first it was two, then it was one, and now it was none; Helluva thing. She dumped me and now she was dumping him. Well, what goes around does indeed seem to come around, sooner or later.

Mal looked at me. He could see something was going on. "You okay?" he said.

"Yeah. Well kinda. I know them. Not nice people," I said.

"She seemed okay, but who knows. Him, I haven't a clue. But I need some clues, so anyway, see what you can do. The usual rates apply," he said. I nodded. Life can indeed be strange. 

I was standing no more than thirty feet from them when they, Reed and his little chickee, met in the bar. She smiled, he smiled, they kissed, they left, I followed them. I got the audio no problem, but the pics were only of some grabass and mess of passionate kisses; it's all they did outside of the motel room they'd come out of. It was enough.

Six months later I was waiting outside the courtroom when the pair emerged. He'd been financially raped by Claire, that partly due to the evidence I'd collected; I felt good about that. She saw me.

"Jimmy! What are you doing here," said Claire.

"Just hanging around to see the end of the drama," I said. "I did time because of the two of you. I lost my licenses, my life, and most of my dreams because of the two of you, and for what. Here you are, the two of you, the cheaters and the liars, no longer friends. I'm enjoying the hell of it."

"Jimmy, do you hate me so much? I never stopped loving you, you know. Even when I divorced you, I did it for you, not for me," she said.

"You did it to free yourself of guilt for what you'd done to me. I spent three years in prison, Claire—prison! Not a fun place. Thanks a helluva lot for all you've done for me!" I said. I was awash in bitterness that was finally beginning to drain off. Just as I'd finished saying my piece, Reed emerged with his chickee hanging on his arm. He sneered at Claire, and then he saw me.

"You! What are you doing here," he said.

"Laughing at the two of you," I said. He took a step in my direction, thought better of it, turned and left. Just before turning down the adjacent corridor he stopped. 

"Fuck you, Jimmy. Your day will come," he said. Then he disappeared around the corner with his new best girlfriend. We'd see each other again. We all would, but now I was in the driver's seat and it felt good.

******

Claire has stayed single and still works for the museum. Reed tried to run out on his alimony obligations, but I gleefully tracked him down—pro bono—turned him in, and he spent a few months behind bars. He paid up, and Claire thanked Malcom profusely for catching the bastard. Of course she never knew I'd been the one to track him down, nor did he.

Two years later, his marriage to his new wife, yeah the chickee, crashed and burned, and he was again raped in the divorce. Old Reed just couldn't buy a break.

Maribel and I were sitting in the Pillbox lazily enjoying a nothing conversation. Maximo was due to join us.

"There he is," I said, nodding toward the door.

"Happy anniversary to the two of you," he said coming up and plopping down in a chair.

"Thank you," said Maribel. "It is a good day." Something was up. It was our anniversary, and she should have been happy, right enough. I was happy. But there was something."

"What's going on," I said. She burst out laughing. 

"What!" I said, spreading my hands in an 'I surrender' gesture.

"I was kinda thinking that Maximo is a nice name for a boy, dontcha think, husband mine," she said. It didn't register.

"Yeah, I guess. It's okay...oh shit! You—you're..."

She nodded vigorously. I went to her and kissed her so long I was in danger of grooving her lips. "I love you," I said.



Jimmy and Jaclyn



Hey all, I hope you like this, I sure did. Please leave a comment or write.

L.A.Wicker

*

Jimmy Parker sat on the massive John Deer tractor, watching his younger sister, Jaclyn, walking just in front him and the tractor, looking for her bracelet that she'd dropped earlier in the day. Jimmy had a good idea that it was lost forever. He'd been plowing that section of the field with the plows set to the deepest setting and they dug in at last four feet down. 

Jaclyn loved the bracelet that Jimmy given her for her eighteenth birthday and he knew she would not stop until she found it. He and Jaclyn were closer than most brother and sister should be, but they never left the farm and they had no friends or anything. 

They went to town with Mom and Dad but that was only once a month or if something unexpected came up. Jimmy and Jaclyn had no one their own age to talk to so they became very close to each other. Plus, the last year or so, Jimmy started noticing that Jaclyn was growing into a fine looking young woman and to be very truthful, she turned Jimmy on. 

Jaclyn was a tall girl, standing at five-foot ten-inches tall and she had long, wavy blonde hair to the middle of her back. She also had a beautiful body and it was hard for Jimmy not to look at her. Her breasts were big, much bigger than any girl that he'd seen on the TV and Jimmy also loved seeing them. Jaclyn always wore loose shirts, unknowingly, giving Jimmy an occasional peek at them and he loved it. 

Her hips and behind were also nice and meaty. She wasn't fat, but Jaclyn sure did fill up her jeans nicely and they were those low-cut kind that showed a lot more than normal. Jimmy looked at her a lot and from what he could tell, Jaclyn liked it. She wouldn't say anything, Jaclyn would just smile at him and she'd go back to whatever she was doing. 

"We need to get back soon! Mom and Dad are going to get pissed at us!" Jimmy yelled over the roar of the tractors engine, as he watched Jaclyn's butt wiggling in her tight jeans. 

Jaclyn turned around to glare at him and there was no way she would stop until she found her bracelet. The only man she loved, her brother, gave it to her and she was not giving up this easy. Dinner would just have to wait. 

"I'm not stopping until I find it, Jimmy! Mom and Dad can just hold their horses!" Jaclyn yelled back, not knowing if he could hear her or not, so she quickly went back to searching. 

He just shook his head and turned on the big head lights, hoping that it might help his beautiful sister find the bracelet that she loved so much. Jimmy gave it to her on the day she turned eighteen and Jaclyn never, ever took it off for anything. 

"Fine, I just hope you find it soon." Jimmy mumbled as he went back to watching Jaclyn's pretty butt as she walked along. 

Her hips were wide Jimmy guessed a size 36 and they definitely had some nice, extra meat on them and Jimmy loved it so much. She was the only woman that Jimmy ever saw and it was taking a toll on him. Jaclyn turned him on more and more with each passing day and Jimmy didn't know what to do about it. 

"Holy fuck, I need to stop looking at your ass so damn much!" he said and Jimmy tried to move his dark, brown eyes from her wiggling behind, but he couldn't. It was as if Jaclyn's butt had him under a spell. 

She turned to look at Jimmy and like always, he was staring at her butt and Jaclyn started to get that warm feeling deep between her legs again. She knew that it was wrong to think dirty thoughts of her brother, but he was so damn good looking she couldn't help it. Mom even said that Jimmy was the best looking man that she'd ever seen and Mom went to college in San Diego. 

Jaclyn stopped, she looked down and she started screaming with joy. "I found it! I found it, Jimmy!" she yelled and jumped up and down with joy. 

"Thank God!" Jimmy said with a smile. Jaclyn loved the bracelet so much and he was happy for her. He watched her large breasts bouncing up and down and Jimmy felt his cock growing. 

"Why did you have to be my sister?" he mumbled, wishing that there was a way he could do it with her and not get into trouble. 

Jaclyn saw him watching her boobs and she really loved it. Jimmy always made her feel so good inside and she was just like Jimmy, she wished they could be together. 

She climbed on the tractor and she sat next to Jimmy and she could see the big hump in his jeans and Jaclyn knew that it was for her. "I'm so glad I found it!" she said with a smile as she wiped the dirt off of it and Jaclyn quickly had it back on her wrist. 

"You should take it off when we're working. Next time, you may not be this lucky and you'll lose it forever." Jimmy said trying not to look at Jaclyn's stiff and very excited nipples, but they looked so good under her thin shirt and Jimmy knew that something had to give or he was going to die.

She loved Jimmy looking at her and Jaclyn couldn't help but wonder if he got as excited as she did. 'I wonder what he'd do if I came on to him?' she thought to herself as she leaned back in the seat, thinking of seducing her own brother and what he would do. 'I bet he'd love it! He's always got his eyes on me and from the looks of his thing; I sure do turn him on.' She thought with a smile and Jaclyn had an idea. 

"Since we don't have much work tomorrow, do you wanta come to my room tonight and listen to some music and talk?" Jaclyn asked with what she hoped was a sexy look on her face as she batted her blue eyes at him. She never tried seducing anyone before so this was all new to her. 

Jimmy heard what Jaclyn asked and he knew it would be a perfect opportunity to check her out more and he was all for it. "Sure, what do ya have in mind?" he asked looking at her still, very hard nipples and Jimmy couldn't help but wonder why they were so damn hard today. They only did this at night when they talked or if she was really cold. 

"I'll make us some popcorn, get a few drinks and we can sit back and just have us a good talk." Jaclyn replied with a smile, loving Jimmy's big, dark eyes roaming all over her breasts and that feeling between her legs was turning into a horrible burning.  

"Cool, you know that there's still some beer out in the barn. Uncle John left it there when he came to visit last month. I could slip it into the house and in the deep freezer and we could drink it." Jimmy said as he thought of getting her drunk and seeing just how far he could go with his sister. 

"I reckon, but I really hate the smell of that crap. If you drink it, I won't let you come near me." Jaclyn said with an evil grin and she knew that the beer would not be in the house tonight. Jimmy loved being close to her and Jaclyn knew he would not screw it up.

He just smiled at her and Jimmy knew he was her slave. "Alright it was just an idea," he said and Jimmy reached over to caress her meaty thigh. "I'm glad you found the bracelet. I didn't realize how much you love it." Jimmy said and Jaclyn felt really warm tonight. 

"Silly man, you gave it to me, of course I love it!" Jaclyn replied with a big grin as she slid over and on his lap. "I love everything you do or give to me," she said with a soft voice and Jaclyn wanted to kiss him so badly, but for now, she settled for a big hug. 'I'll kiss him tonight and see what happens. Maybe he'll like it.' Jaclyn thought as she enjoyed his strong right arm around her young body and the feeling between her legs started getting worse. 

*.

After helping Dad get into bed, he couldn't do much after having a stroke, Jimmy rushed to shower and clean up for his rendezvous with Jaclyn. He shaved; showered and made sure he looked his best for her. Jimmy put on his best shirt and his new pair of jeans and he was ready. 

"Here goes!" he said with a grin as he quietly walked to her room and he lightly tapped on her door. 

She heard a tap on her door and Jaclyn's heart jumped. She wanted to try things with Jimmy, but she was so afraid he wouldn't like it or he would think that she was a freak. 

"Come in," she said with a whisper making sure that her thinnest blouse was straight and she gave her swollen nipples a hard twist knowing Jimmy would love seeing them nice and hard. 

Jimmy turned the doorknob and he walked in. "Oh wow, this is nice!" he said into her semi-dark room and he looked at the three candles Jaclyn had burning around her room. There were no other lights just the warm and soft glow from the candles.

"I thought that we'd try something different tonight. What do ya think?" she asked with a big grin and Jaclyn saw his eyes roaming all over her body. 

She had her thinnest blouse on plus she was wearing a pair of jeans that she had for years. They were a size too small letting Jimmy see all of her wonderful, lower body and the best part was, they were as holey as hell. 

They had two big slits just under each of her ass-cheeks and with the way the jeans had unraveled over the years, Jimmy would be able to see more than half of Jaclyn's firm butt-cheeks. But, that wasn't all, in the front of her jeans, they were also two big slits on each of her meaty thighs and if Jaclyn lay on her back, there would be a very good chance that Jimmy would be able to see her kitty. She called her vagina, her kitty.

"Dang, you look good!" Jimmy gasped and he was kind of shocked. Jaclyn looked so good and with him being so horny already, this was going to kill him. 

"Thank you, I just wanted to look real nice for my guy. Is that okay?" Jaclyn asked with a soft and very seductive voice as she moved against Jimmy and she gently hugged him. 

He returned Jaclyn's hug and he couldn't help but getting hard. "When did I become your guy?" Jimmy asked as he caressed her back wishing that she wasn't his sister.

"You've always been my guy. I just haven't told you, until now."

"So, if I'm your guy, does that have any perks or benefits to it?" he asked looking down just enough to see the top halves of her breasts and he could feel her hips pushing to his very swollen cock. 

"I'm not sure yet. What do you have in mind, big brother?" she asked pulling away from him and Jaclyn loved the way Jimmy all but drooled on her. 

"I'm not sure either, but I do know you look 'extra' hot tonight and I love it!" Jimmy said as his eyes moved up and down and all over his sister's sexy body. 

"Thank you, handsome man. You look pretty damn good yourself!" Jaclyn said with a sexy wink as she ran her fingers through his thick, brown hair and slid them down over his very, broad chest. 

"Lets' pick out some music and get comfy on my bed. We haven't done this in a long time and I really, really miss it, Jimmy. Why did you stop coming to my room and snuggling with me? I know you liked it just as much as I did."

Jimmy missed it just as much, but he couldn't stand the massive case of 'blue balls' that Jaclyn always gave him and Jimmy hated to jerk off. "I don't know, sweetie." Jimmy lied to her and he hated it. He wanted to tell Jaclyn how much she turned him on, but she was his baby sister and he couldn't do anything to her. 

"Well, whatever the reason, I want to start doing it again and we can work things out, okay?" Jaclyn said as she pressed her body to his making sure that her hips were completely against his and Jaclyn felt it. She was against Jimmy's big, long thing. 

Jimmy couldn't breathe or say anything. His baby sister had her sexy hips on his swollen cock and he was helpless. "You're just so pretty, baby and with us not getting out and seeing other people, I um...I get um...really lonely." Jimmy said as he reached down to rub and caress Jaclyn's sexy butt and he thought he heard a soft moan escape her mouth. 

"I know all about it, sweetie. I get the same way, Jimmy," she whispered and Jaclyn reached up to run one of her fingers over Jimmy's lips wishing that she had the nerve to kiss him and let this sexy man know how much she wanted him to love her. 

"I'm not sure about you, but I hate going to bed in pain and suffering all night." Jimmy said as his big hands slid all over Jaclyn's butt and he worked his way to the massive slits in her jeans hoping that he'd get to feel the bare skin on her ass cheeks, but she eased from him and Jaclyn walked to turn on her small stereo. 

She knew her big brother wanted to feel her up, but he was going to do this right and he was going to work for a privilege like this. She wasn't going to throw herself at him or flop on her bed and just spread her legs for him. Jaclyn wanted Jimmy to romance her and he would soon enjoy all of her womanly gifts. 

"I made us a little plate of that meat Mom bought last week and I also sliced up some cheese for us." Jaclyn smiled at Jimmy as she pointed to her dresser and to all of the things that she made for their little talk session. 

Jimmy smiled at her and knew that Jaclyn wasn't just going to give in. He knew that his sweet, little sister wanted him to charm her and make this as real as he could. 

"Dang, this is nice! You should have told me so I could have helped," he said trying not to just plain out stare at her big breasts, like he normally did.

"Nah, this was my idea. So, on our next date, you can do everything."

"Our next date huh? We haven't even started this one and you're already making plans for the next one." Jimmy teased with a wink and he loved the embarrassed look on her pretty face.

She just stood there and when Jaclyn heard him, her entire body felt like she was on fire. "So what, we gotta figure out how to live our lives and have some kinda fun around here!" Jaclyn said with a sharp tone and she hoped he didn't think this was just a foolish girl's idea because she liked it. 

"No, sweetie, I love it! I'm sorry, I was just teasing you, baby," he quickly replied and hugged her. "You're right, we have to do something or we both might go insane." Jimmy whispered to Jaclyn as he hugged her and nothing more and he felt her relaxing in his arms. 

"I was so close to kicking you outta here, bud!" she said enjoying his arms around her and that nagging burn started between her legs again. Jaclyn knew it was need for her sexy, big brother, but just like Jimmy, her body was going to wait before anything happened, if it did. 

"I'm sorry, I think this is very nice and I hope that I can think of something just as good, for you." Jimmy replied as he looked down and into her pretty, blue eyes hoping that if ever came down to making love to her, Jimmy would make the right choice. 

Jaclyn patted him on the back and she said with a smile. "I'm sure you will. Just think of me as a girl you 'really' want to get and you'll think of all kinds of romantic things," she smiled again, but it was a smile of need and want. 

Jimmy had a good idea that she was thinking the same thing as he was and he couldn't have been any happier. "I'll be sure and do that then. A girl as pretty and sweet as you are only deserves the best!" he whispered and Jimmy took a big chance. 

He lifted her chin, leaned down and lightly kissed Jaclyn on her lips. Fire raced through his body and Jimmy felt like he was dying. His cock jumped straight out and it was harder than at any other time in his life and it was for his sister. He only kissed one other girl in his life and Jimmy liked it a lot, but it was nothing compared to this. He loved Jaclyn and he needed her to ease his pain. 

Jaclyn felt Jimmy lifting her chin and she looked into his eyes. His lips felt like red-hot coals on hers and she felt like her kitty was going to explode. Her knees gave out and she hugged him tighter to keep from falling on the floor.

"Mmmm, that was nice!" she cooed and Jaclyn knew that she had to get away from him and fast.

Jimmy couldn't help but frown when she moved away from him, but Jimmy knew it was the best thing to do. He was starting to like Jaclyn's little game and Jimmy knew that it was going to be fun to try and get her but she wanted romance first.

"It sure was!" he replied with a smile as he watched Jaclyn's nipples grow under her thin blouse. "I like a girl who kisses on the first date!" Jimmy said and he saw her face turning a warm shade of pink and he knew that she was having fun with this too.  

"I'm glad you liked it and maybe, if you're good...I'll let you do it again!" Jaclyn smiled as she sat their snacks on the bed and lay next to the tray of food. 

Jimmy just smiled at her and he lay across the other side of Jaclyn's bed so they were face to face. "I'd like that. You're so pretty, you need a guy to kiss you all the time and I'd like to be him." Jimmy said as he reached to caress a long strand of hair from the side of her face and he saw something very nice. 

Jaclyn's thin and baggy blouse was hanging down, giving him a perfect view of more than half of her breasts. He tried his best not to look but each time she moved, he saw more of her. 

She heard him and Jaclyn knew that he had to be enjoying the view of her boobs. She knew the blouse would drive him nuts and she was right. "I'll have to think about that. I have so many men that want to date me. I want to make sure that I pick the right one." Jaclyn teased him with a giggle as he reached a piece of cheese to his lips. 

He took it and replied. "Well, be sure to remember that we have a lunch date tomorrow at noon. I don't want you to get me mixed up with all of your 'other' men!"

Jaclyn giggled at him and she loved this game. "I have you on my calendar, so I won't forget and besides that...I kinda like you!" she teased and shifted, knowing that there would be a chance that Jimmy had just seen both of her breasts including her excited nipples. 

Jimmy smiled at her and when Jaclyn shifted her body, Jimmy wanted to scream. He saw her breasts, including her very hard, left nipple. "You should be more carefully shifting like that."

"Why's that?" she asked with an innocent smile. 

"Because, I just got flashed is why!"

"I thought you'd enjoy it."

"Oh I did, trust me!" he replied with a big smile as his cock grew and it grew fast.

"Well, hush up then or I won't do it anymore!" Jaclyn teased him and she couldn't wait to do more with Jimmy. She just hoped that he'd keep charming and romancing her. 

"Okay, I'm hushing right now!" Jimmy replied as he leaned up and gave her a small kiss. 

"Mmmm, are you trying to get me all excited?" Jaclyn purred and the little fire between her legs started getting worse than ever and she knew where her fingers would be later after Jimmy left her room. 

"If it's working...yes I am!" he said with a wink.

Her face turned red and Jaclyn's kitty was now burning out of control. "You're bad!" she giggled and shifted, seeing Jimmy's eyes on her breasts again. "And, you're lookin' at my boobies again!" 

"Hey, those things are nice as hell! You can't blame me!"

"Well, I was thinking...maybe the next time we do this, I'll wear my bikini top for you. Would you like that?" Jaclyn whispered the last four words and she loved the look on Jimmy's face. 

"I'd love it, baby." Jimmy said and he kissed her again, but this one lasted longer and they gazed into each other's eyes and Jimmy knew his balls would really be hurting tonight. 

"I will too. I like it when you're lookin' at me. I get so excited. I can hardly stand it sometimes." Jaclyn said as she felt herself blushing and her kitty was sure getting wet now. 

"I get the same way and I hate it just as much." 

"Don't you ever um...fix um...it?" she asked trying to imagine what it looked like when Jimmy masturbated his big, long thing. 

"Nah, I don't like doing it. How about you?" Jimmy asked with a little wink and when her face turned red, Jimmy already knew.

Jaclyn covered her face with her hands and she knew that her face was bright red. "Yeah," she whispered and looked into his eyes.




Jimmy and Jaclyn



"Damn, I didn't really want to know that!"

"Why did you ask me?" she giggled at him and Jaclyn's kitty was dripping with excitement. 

"I don't know, but I bet that would be cool to see and watch!" 

"Jimmy!" she gasped and Jaclyn hoped that they kept this up, if so, she'd love for him to watch her sometime. If things went really well, she would even consider letting him help. "You'd really like to watch me?" she asked with a lustful whisper, thinking of lying on her back, loving herself while Jimmy watched. 

"Hell yes and if things were different...I'd even love to do it for you."

Jaclyn just smiled and whispered. "Keep romancing me...and you never know what may happen."

"I plan on it, sweetie!"

"Good, because I'm not sure about you, but...I'm sick of being lonely and maybe later on, we could help each other."

"Let's keep things simple and very slow, sweetie. We could get in lots of trouble."

"Anything you say." Jaclyn replied and she was dripping wet. "I think we should be getting to bed. We gotta get up early to get the field plowed before dark."

"I know, but I hate leaving you." Jimmy smiled as he gently caressed the side of her face hoping this wasn't a bad idea. 

"We can do it again tomorrow night." Jaclyn said as she thought of something nice to wear for him and Jaclyn knew that they would have to snuggle the next time. She wanted to feel his big thing on her.

"I'm looking forward to it already!" he smiled and slid off of his sister's bed. "Do I get a hug and kiss before I go?"

"Mmmm, of course you do," she purred, stood up and quickly moved into his big arms. Jaclyn felt his hardness against her hip and she held back a powerful orgasm. "Damn Jimmy, you're so hard!" she moaned as he grabbed her meaty butt and squeezed it good and so hard, her knees went weak. 

"I get like that whenever I'm around you." Jimmy said as he continued to squeeze and caress Jaclyn's butt. 

"I love the way it feels against me!" 

"I like it being on you, but it sure is going to be a bitch trying to sleep." Jimmy said as he looked into her pretty eyes and he could see himself on Jaclyn and loving her. 

"I'm sorry, but just remember to keep romancing me and...maybe I'll help you...real soon!"

"Okay, I'm leaving now!" he laughed, gave Jaclyn a fast kiss and a good smack on her behind. 

"Ouch, you bugger! Why'd you do that!" Jaclyn asked as she rubbed her stinging butt and she could not wait to jump in bed and please herself. Jimmy really got her excited and Jaclyn couldn't wait to relieve herself.

"Because that's one sweet lookin' ass, pretty girl and I love seeing it!"

"I'm glad you like it so much. Please remember to get me up when you do. I'm going with you all day!"

"I'll remember that girl, don't you worry." 

*.

The next morning Jaclyn jumped from bed and showered in record time. She dressed in her best blouse, a blue see-through one that she bought two months ago, the torn up jeans that Jimmy loved so much and a tiny, tiny pair of yellow, bikini panties. 

"I bet he's gunna poop in his pants today!" she giggled looking over her body and her large nipples were already excited and it looked as if they were close to exploding. 

"Time to go and find my guy," she moaned thinking of last night and the many times that she masturbated, thinking of Jimmy and all of the things she wanted to do with him. 

She strolled into the kitchen and Jaclyn saw something wonderful. Jimmy was at the stove cooking two pieces of ham and he was only wrapped in a towel. 

"Good morning!" Jaclyn smiled as she walked towards him and Jimmy's jaw hit the floor when he saw her. 

"My Lord, you're trying to kill me!" he said with a groan as he looked over Jaclyn. Her nipples were already so hard, it looked like they were waving to him and she was wearing the jeans he loved so much.

"Nah, I'd never do that! I just wanted to look 'extra' good for you today." Jaclyn smiled and she turned him towards her and slid into his arms for a hug. 

"Mmmm, that's what I needed!" she cooed and that's when she felt him and asked with a bigger smile. "Damn Jimmy, how big is this thing?" Jaclyn asked feeling her face turning every shade of red that was known to mankind. 

He just laughed at her and figured what the heck. If she wanted to feel him, she would now. "It's about nine inches I guess and if you don't let me go soon, he may get bigger."

Jaclyn looked at him with eyes as wide as two big meat platters. "Wow, how um...do...um...get it...um...in a...girl?" she asked, because Jaclyn was really thinking about letting Jimmy make love to her, but something as big as he was might hurt too darned much. 

"I um...haven't been with a girl. I'm still a virgin like my beautiful, little sister."

"That's cool! I thought you did it with that ol' nasty girl, last year." Jaclyn said with a little excitement in her voice thinking of Jimmy being a virgin, just like her. 

"Yuck, I was only nice to her so she'd sell us that horse. She wanted me to do it with her but I didn't want to. I knew it was wrong, but I kinda thought about you and me doing it." Jimmy said and he could feel his cock growing hard and it was on his sister's hip. 

"You really thought about us like that?" Jaclyn asked with a grin and she wanted the towel to fall off of Jimmy.

"Yes, does it bother you or make you mad?"

"No, cuz I'm always thinking of doing things like that...with you too," she whispered and Jaclyn had to get away from him before her heart exploded in her chest. This was so exciting, but if they ever got caught doing it with each other, she knew there would be hell to pay. 

"Well, that's nice to know." Jimmy smiled as she eased from him and sat at the table looking at his towel or should we say the cock under the towel. 

"Even though we've been thinking the same stuff...I still want to go slow and make real sure this is right for us." Jaclyn said and she could not keep her eyes off of that damned towel of his and the big ol' thing under it. 

"Don't worry, sweet-stuff, anything you want or don't want, you just say the word." Jimmy replied with a wink and he figured he should hurry and go get dressed, before Jaclyn tried to rape him. She couldn't keep her pretty eyes off of his cock.

"Thank you, baby and I'm so glad we're doing this. I'm so sick of being lonely." Jaclyn said as small tears started forming in her eyes and Jimmy rushed to her. 

He quickly hugged her and he wanted to cry with her. "It's okay, sweetie. Don't cry, we're going to have so much fun, but we're going to enjoy it and like you said, make damn sure this is what we want."

Jaclyn smiled at him and she knew that she would not hold out very long. She loved Jimmy so much and now, she wanted to be his first and he could be hers, too. 

"I love you." Jaclyn whispered to him and she kissed him. 

"I liked that, but I'm off to dress. I have a date with a sexy blonde that I love and I can't wait to spend the day with her."

"That lucky bitch, she best take damned good care of you! Hey, if things don't work out with her, wanta hang out with me tonight...in my room?" 

"She's a sweetie and, yes, on hanging out with you, I couldn't think of any other thing I'd rather do." Jimmy kissed her and he ran to dress.

"Oh God, he's so damned big!" Jaclyn moaned and she squeezed her legs together as tight as she could, hoping that her kitty would stop burning. 

*.

After plowing the field and just some idol chit chat, Jaclyn looked at Jimmy and she asked. "If you could do anything to me right now, what would it be and I mean...anything?" she smiled at the surprised look on his face and she tried not to laugh at him. 

Jimmy couldn't believe her, but he figured this would be a good way for them to 'test' the water. "Oh boy, I could make a list as long as my arm, sweetie, but I'd really like to just hug you." Jimmy replied with a grin and like always, his cock started growing just thinking about her. 

"You'd just hug me is all?"

"Well, let me add something to that. I'd love to hug you, but you'd only be in some nice panties. Nothing else at all, just panties and a smile!" Jimmy added with a wink and Jaclyn's face turned bright red. 

She heard him and Jaclyn wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. "That would be nice, but what would you wear for me?" she asked as her kitty started to burn really bad. 

"I'd only be wearing a big...smile, nothing else!"

"Mmmm, that means I'd get to feel 'him' real good! I'd like that, a bunch!" Jaclyn said as she half-heartedly pointed between his legs feeling her face turning red again. 

Jimmy loved what she said and he really hoped that he'd get a chance to do that with Jaclyn, someday very soon. He loved hugging her and if they both were naked, it would be like heaven. 

"If I ever got the chance to hug you like that, girl, you'd feel him a whole bunch!" Jimmy replied with a laugh as he motioned for her to sit on his lap and Jaclyn practically jumped on him. 

"I bet I would!" she smiled running her fingers through his dark hair thinking of being with Jimmy like that and how nice it would be. "What kind of panties would you like me to wear?" Jaclyn asked, watching him trying to concentrate on plowing the field, but he was having a very hard time. 

Jimmy smiled, stopped the tractor, turned off the engine and he looked straight into her eyes. "Because you've never been with anyone, ever, I'd love you to wear the smallest, white pair that you could find." Jimmy said as his cock grew hard and he wanted Jaclyn so bad, he was hurting. He knew this little game would be fun and he also knew it was going to hurt, but Jimmy never counted on it hurting this damned bad. 

"Mmmm, you naughty boy you, thinking of your sister as a sacrificial virgin!" Jaclyn giggled and she also loved his dream of her.

"I never thought of it that way but that would work too. I dream of you wearing all white, kinda like a wedding thing, but I wouldn't see you until, you were stripped down to your panties. Then, I'd get to hug and kiss all over you, but I always wake up too soon."

"You poor, little baby, having them nasty dreams and you don't have anybody to help you." Jaclyn said in one of those voices that women use to talk to a baby and quickly saw that Jimmy liked it. 

"I'm hoping to get a pretty girl to help soon."

"I just hope she's sweet and will help you with that big ol' thing." Jaclyn cooed as she shifted her butt making sure she could feel Jimmy's big thing real good. 

"I think she will and she's the prettiest girl that I've ever seen in my life!" he whispered and leaned to kiss Jaclyn on her luscious lips and much to his surprise, she kissed him back.

"Wow, that was nice!" Jaclyn purred and she felt Jimmy's thing under her butt now and she liked it. "I can feel him right now. I reckon he'll be hard for a long time today?" she said with a giggle, but Jaclyn wasn't laughing because he was excited, she giggled because it was all for her.

"If you're anywhere near me...yes...he will be!" Jimmy replied with a wink and a little smile. 

"Poor thing, I hate that you'll be like this all because of me." Jaclyn said as her sexy, lower lips came out and she felt bad for Jimmy.

"I'm used to it and I really like it." Jimmy said as he caressed the side of her hip, making sure he rubbed her butt a few times.

"You like being in pain and being so dang hard?" she asked as she held him close thinking of how she could help him. 

"Well, I don't, but I love being hard for you." he replied and Jimmy couldn't resist giving her round butt a firm squeeze.

"You silly man, how could it feel good even if...you're hard for me, Jimmy?"

"I love anything and everything about you and I always have, Jaclyn."

"You're so sweet, but you shouldn't have to be hard all of the time, baby. Let me think about a few things and maybe, we can get that fixed for you." Jaclyn smiled as she thought of helping her sexy brother jerk off or maybe, she would find the nerve to suck his thing for him. 

"If you helped me, I would love it so much!"

"I'm sure you would. What guy in his right mind would turn down a pretty woman trying to help with his thing?"

"Not many, but with the way our world is going, you never know." Jimmy said.

"True on that one big brother, you'd have some guy trying to get your butt or something!" Jaclyn laughed as she tried to imagine some gay guy trying that shit with Jimmy and the beating he would get.

Jimmy lifted his hand and he gave Jaclyn a swat on he butt and he said with a smile. "Yeah right! There'd be somebody doing a lot of bleeding! And besides that, I got me a pretty girl that I'm really hoping might see the light and um...lend me a hand or two!" he said with a big grin and he reached to start the tractor. 

"A hand or two?" she giggled thinking of just how long he was and Jaclyn figured that it might take two hands to get him off. 

"And...who would that girl be?" Jaclyn teased as she leaned forward lightly smashing her right breast into his thick chest and her nipple grew out of control. 

"I'm not saying a word until after we dine by the lake," he replied with a smile and he drove toward the lake that was just beyond the valley. 

*.

"Oh Jimmy, this is so nice." Jaclyn said as she lay on the cool grass next to Jimmy and she could see that her poor, big brother was still as hard a rock. 

'My poor, baby. I reckon I need to get up the nerve and help you with that big ol' thing tonight. I hate seeing you in so much pain and it's all because of me.' She thought, trying her best not to stare at him, but it was so big and so hard Jaclyn could not keep her eyes off of it. 

"What are you thinking about?" Jimmy asked, knowing that she was looking at the big lump in his jeans and he figured she was getting turned on.

"About you and um...that," she whispered and turned on her side, snuggling against him and her meaty thigh, was only an inch from his manhood.

"Why are you thinking about it?"

"I hate seeing you like this, I'm sure it's gotta hurt and I did it to you." Jaclyn replied as her lower lip came out and she moved closer to him, until her leg was resting on it. 

"You always do this to me, but I told you, I love it, baby," he smiled and Jimmy was enjoying her leg resting right on his hard cock and he flexed it. 

"Oh my sweet Lord, that thing is hard and it's so dang strong!" she gasped, but there was no way in hell she was even thinking of moving her leg. Jaclyn loved the feel of it against her and she wanted to feel more of it.

"He's always like that, sweetie. You should have seen it that night I 'accidentally' walked in on you in the shower. He didn't go down until the next morning!"

"Yeah 'accidentally' my butt! You planned that shit and you know it!" Jaclyn laughed as she thought of the night Jimmy walked in on her and saw her wearing a set of tiny panties and a bra. 

"Yes, I'd never 'just' walk in on you," he laughed and he turned to face her, feeling her hips push to his and Jimmy had an idea of what she wanted. Jaclyn wanted to feel his cock and if that was the case, he was more than willing to help her. 

Jaclyn smiled and she could not get close enough. She was dying to feel him on her and she thought of something. She shoved him on his back and moved on top of her brother. She loved the look on his face and she kinda figured hers looked the same as his. Shocked and surprised, but very happy.

"Much, much better!" Jaclyn moaned, loving the feel of his big thing pressed to her kitty and she knew that they would defiantly be doing this again later that night but only in their undies. 

He just lay under her hoping that his sweet, little sister was ready for some fun under the sun. "Oh God, you're going to kill me!" he moaned as he reached down and gave both of her butt cheeks a hard squeeze. 

"Just getting you warmed up for tonight. Don't you like it?" Jaclyn teased him and she knew he loved it. He lived to hug and be as close to her body as he could get. 

Jimmy held her butt in his hands and he replied. "There's a way we could make this even better, if you're willing to try," he smiled and hoped that she would like his idea.

Jaclyn knew her brother all too well and she gave him one of those motherly looks that told a kid they were in big trouble. "And, what might that be?" she asked looking down to him and she had an idea that it would involve them taking off some clothing. 

"We should take off our jeans and then, you could really feel him good!" he replied with a wink but Jaclyn didn't seem as excited as he was. 

"I'm not too sure about that. I want things to go slow and for us to enjoy this and not just rush things, Jimmy."

"We will, sweetie. I'm just so darn horny and my thing is killing me today."

Jaclyn felt so bad for him, but she didn't want this to happen by some crappy lake. She wanted it to be special and for them to enjoy it to the fullest. "Jimmy, I don't want it to be rushed. I want us to have fun getting there and once we do, I want it to be the best time of our lives." Jaclyn said and she saw him frown with disappointment. 

"Come on, sweetie. I know you want to feel it better and...you could see him too!"

Jimmy hit an exposed nerve and Jaclyn didn't know what to say or do. She was dying to feel it, see it and she was even thinking of helping him masturbate it, but that was tonight not right now. 

"Dang it, Jimmy, Why'd you go and say that to me?" she asked with that same motherly look and when he smiled at her, Jaclyn knew she was going to be his slave. 

"I know my girl and what you like, too. You're not the only one who pays attention to things." 

"Well, I guess you do, but you're still gunna wait until tonight."

"But, don't you want to feel it on your panties and rub it all over yourself? I know you're dying to see how big it is too!"

"Ooooh, you fucker, I should kick your ass right now!" she growled at him and tried being mad but Jaclyn couldn't.

"Feel how hard it is? He wants to see his baby girl and be close to her!"

Jaclyn closed her eyes and her head started to spin as she thought of Jimmy's thing rubbing on her body, but he was going to wait until later. "Stop it right now or we can go back to the field!" she moaned and felt his hands creeping under her thin blouse sliding up the soft flesh of her stomach until he cupped each of her excited breasts and Jimmy lightly squeezed them.

"Do you still want me to stop?" Jimmy asked as he tenderly rolled her excited nipples between his fingers, while gently pulling them and he loved the way her pretty face looked. It was as if, Jaclyn had died and gone to heaven. 

"No...um...I mean...yes!" she whimpered as her body betrayed her, giving in to Jimmy's soft and very skilled touch so quickly without any resistance at all. 

"Want me to take off my jeans...so you can see it?" Jimmy smiled to Jaclyn, but her eyes were squeezed shut and she was going crazy over his soft touching of her large breasts.

"I don't know Jimmy, I wanted to wait and do everything in my room, baby." Jaclyn moaned and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jimmy smiling at her. "What?" she asked with a smile of her own. 

"We'll wait, sweetie. I'm just fooling with you," he said pulling her down on his body and hugged her hard. 

"You shit head!" she laughed, drew back her hand and Jaclyn slapped Jimmy hard. "That's such a shame; I was going to let you take them off!" Jaclyn laughed hard, jumped off of him and ran towards the tractor. 

"Oh you little brat!" Jimmy laughed too, quickly got up and took off after her. "I'm gunna spank your ass for that!" he laughed running towards her and caught Jaclyn with little effort. 

Jaclyn heard him running after her and knew that there was no escaping him. Jimmy was on the football team in high school and if their Dad had not had his stroke, Jimmy would have been a great running back.




Jimmy and Jaclyn



"You better not!" she giggled, thinking of Jimmy spanking her and how wonderful it always made her feel when he smacked her butt. 

He grabbed her, carefully tackled Jaclyn and lay on top of her awesome body. "Ooooh yeah, this is what I'm talking about!" Jimmy smiled as he held her arms, making sure she couldn't move and Jimmy leaned down and he kissed his sister, long and as deep as he could. 

Jaclyn loved the way her body felt when Jimmy held her so tightly and she wanted him to do this again, real soon. "Oh Jimmy, I like this!" she panted as his grip held firm not allowing her to move one little bit and her 'kitty' was burning really bad now. 

"I'll be sure to remember that, but next time, I'll get on your sexy ass and rub my thing on it," he replied with a wink and it looked like Jaclyn was ready to cum right where she was laying. 

She didn't know what to say, but Jaclyn knew she would love him on her butt. For some odd reason, she loved it when he touched or did anything to it. "Mmmm, I'd love that, I'm sure!" she panted and couldn't wait for tonight. Jaclyn needed to see Jimmy's big thing and they needed to take their playing up a notch or two. 

"Tonight when I come to your room..." he paused to caress her face, wishing that they were there now, before he went on. "I'm only wearing a towel. Are you be ready for that or do you need more time?" he asked with a serious voice, watching a little hint of fear filling her eyes, but then, Jaclyn smiled and whispered.

"yes".

*.

Later, after dinner and watching a movie with Mom and Dad, Jaclyn said her goodnights and went to her room. "I'm so excited, but scared too." she whispered as she put on her makeup, found her new pair of white panties for Jimmy and gave her hair one last fluff, Jaclyn was ready. 

Jimmy quietly walked to her door, but he didn't knock, he just walked in and closed the door behind himself. She was lying on the bed on her side but Jimmy saw his prize. His sexy and very loving sister was wearing white panties just for him and that was it. No top, no hiding anything, Jaclyn just lay there smiling at him. 

"Oh my God, you're beautiful!" Jimmy moaned and he felt the small towel around his waist lifting in the air. His cock grew hard and he really hoped that she would give in to him tonight, but if not, he needed help relieving his cock. 

Jaclyn loved the surprised look on his face and she saw his towel slowly lifting and it made her warm inside, knowing it was all because of her. "And, what is that?" she asked with a red face as she motioned to his big thing.

He stood, enjoying her beautiful body and Jimmy grew more. "It's something that has been dying to meet you and he wants to be your friend."

"From the looks of him...we're going to be very, very good friends!" Jaclyn cooed as she reached for Jimmy's hand and pulled him on her bed next to her. 

"I'm so glad of that. The poor guy doesn't have anyone to play with."

"Oh no, what a shame!" she said trying not to giggle and by the time Jimmy lay next to her, Jaclyn thought that her young heart was going to burst in her chest. 

"Maybe if he's good, I'll introduce him to my kitty. She needs a playmate just as badly and she gets so lonely at night." Jaclyn purred as she looked down to see that Jimmy's towel was about to fall off. 

"He gets very lonely too. Maybe we can let them stay the night with each other, would your 'kitty' like that?"

Jaclyn bit her lower lip, as Jimmy's words drifted in her ears and to her spinning brain and she knew the answer, but he was going to wait. "We'll see, but for now...we should introduce them," she whispered as her fingers reached out and pulled away Jimmy's towel. 

"Oh crap, it's freaking huge, Jimmy!" Jaclyn gasped as his long and very hard thing filled her eyes and it reminded her of their horse, Buck. 

Jimmy smiled at the shocked look on his sister's face; he reached for her hand and put it on his pulsing cock. "He's hard for you, sweetie. You make him that way anytime, day or night and he stays hard for hours too." Jimmy smiled as he leaned to suck her large and excited right nipple into his mouth.

The taste of Jaclyn's sweet flesh made Jimmy's head spin and he could not believe it, but his cock grew harder than at any other time in his life. Her sweet flesh filled his mouth as Jimmy gently sucked and teased the very tip of her nipple with his tongue. Her soft moans filled his ears with each tiny suck and he slowly ran his left hand over her breasts and down Jaclyn's stomach. 

"Oh Jimmy, my baby!" she moaned as his tongue and mouth did things to her body that she would have never, thought possible, until this second. 

He lightly sucked her swollen bud, while his warm tongue continued to tease Jaclyn to no end. She squirmed under him and Jaclyn knew that it was going to be so hard to resist Jimmy.

She squeezed her small hand around his thick shaft and Jaclyn began to stroke him. His moans of need filled her ears this time and she loved it. She had seen some of Jimmy's movies and Jaclyn remembered what men loved. She moved down, until her mouth was only an inch, maybe less, from his very swollen manhood.

"Do you think he'd mind if I um...kissed him?"

Jimmy ran his hand over her soft hair and he smiled. "I think he would love it!" 

"Well, in that case..." Jaclyn whispered, opened her mouth and she took Jimmy's blood-filled cock-head into her mouth. 

It was wonderful and Jaclyn loved the salty and musky taste of her big, handsome brother. She sucked, while her tongue teased the tiny, tiny slit at the end of his shaft. He moaned and caressed every inch of her body that Jimmy could reach. Jaclyn liked it when he touched her, but this was new and so very, very taboo. 

"Oh sweetie...yes! That's my girl! Suck it! Oh yes, suck it!" Jimmy moaned as his sister sucked more taking him deeper until he felt his cock hit her throat. 

Jaclyn did not know what she was doing, but Jimmy seemed to love it and she wasn't going to stop. Watching his stupid movies did pay off after all and she was so glad. Jaclyn sucked more and she sucked with more force, watching his face twisting with pleasure and Jaclyn knew what she'd be doing for him now. 

Jimmy could not believe just how wonderful this felt. He'd seen this done in all of his movies, but he had no idea that it would ever feel this damned good and it was his baby sister who was giving him these awesome feelings. 

She lifted from him, smiled and Jaclyn asked. "How's that feel? Do you want more?" she teased while both of her hands slowly stroked up and down his entire length. 

"Does Jimmy like having his baby sister suck him? Humm? Do you need more?" Jaclyn moaned with lust as her small hands slid up and down Jimmy's long, hard shaft gently twisting while she kept stroking. 

"Yes!" he cried watching her hands pleasure him. 

"I think I like it too! I love helping my handsome brother and his big, ol' hard cock!" Jaclyn growled, opened her warm and very wet mouth and sucked him deep.

Jimmy lifted his hips pushing his shaft deeper hearing her gag, but Jaclyn did not stop. She sucked harder while her small hands stayed wrapped tightly around him and she wondered if Jimmy would squirt his stuff on her like they did in his movies. 

She lifted again, but her hands kept pleasuring him. "I like doing this for you and I'm gunna be doing it all of the time! Would you like that? Humm? Having your virgin, baby sister...sucking your big, hard cock for you!"

"Oh God, yes, I'll love it!"

"I can suck him every night!" she whispered as her hands pumped him. "I can even suck him in the morning!" Jaclyn smiled as she watched his face and she stroked faster. "I can suck him whenever I want!" she moaned and felt him jump.

Jimmy didn't know what to say or do, but when his cock jumped, he knew Jaclyn was just a second away from getting a warm treat. "Oh shit, I'm gunna cum! Oh Jaclyn, I love you, sweetie! I love...you!" he grunted and Jimmy was right.

Cum shot from his long cock and it sprayed all over his little sister. It covered her breasts, it shot on her neck, it went in her silky hair, but the best of all was, it shot on her pretty face. 

"Yeah, that's it! Cum on me, baby! Get that bad stuff out!" Jaclyn smiled and she looked on with total amazement as Jimmy's long thing covered her with his seeds. 

She looked as it squirted everywhere even in her mouth. Jaclyn licked her lips and she loved the taste of it. "Oh my, I like that, a lot!" she moaned as her fingers found more and Jaclyn licked it from them too. 

Jimmy lay on her bed panting for air as he watched her licking up every, single drop of his cum. "Maybe next time, I'll cum in your mouth. Do you think you'd like that?" he asked with a grin and from the way Jaclyn smiled back, he had a good idea that she would. 

"If I would have known how good it was...you would have just then." Jaclyn replied with a big smile as she licked the last of it and flopped down on her bed. 

"That was fun as heck! I'm glad we did it, aren't you?" she turned to ask him, but Jaclyn already knew his answer.

"God yes and I'm glad we waited until now. After I catch my breath...I'll do something nice for you." Jimmy panted as he turned, put his arm around Jaclyn, hugged and closed his eyes for a few seconds. 

*.

Jimmy jumped up and he wondered why in the heck it was so light outside, until he looked at Jaclyn's bedside clock. "Oh fuck!" he said jumping from Jaclyn's bed, putting on his jeans as fast as he could and heard a car door shut. Jimmy looked out a window and he saw Mom and Dad driving away. 

Jaclyn walked back in her room and she had to laugh at Jimmy. "What are you doing? There's no reason to rush, Mom and Dad are gone for the day. It's Sunday and they're going to church and then to Uncle Jack's house for the rest of the day." Jaclyn smiled as she slowly walked towards him, unbuttoning her blouse, letting it fall on the floor as she moved into Jimmy's arms. 

"Why didn't they want us to go with them?" he asked as he hugged Jaclyn and Jimmy reached down to pull his jeans off again. 

"I told them that you weren't feeling very well today and I'd stay home and keep an eye on you!" Jaclyn said with pride because it was such a good story and it was the first time in her life that she told a lie and they believed her. 

Jimmy stood listening to her and as he did, he carefully undid her tight jeans and he was ready for them to come off. "Cool, that's my girl! Damn, you smell good!" he whispered giving her a small kiss as they both slid out of their jeans. 

"I had me a shower is why. Now we can play more. Someone kinda left me hanging last night!" she said putting her hands on her wide hips and Jaclyn gave him a stern look. 

"I know and I'm sorry. That was the first good night's sleep I've had in three years and you did it for me." Jimmy said as his hands reached around her and started caressing Jaclyn's meaty ass. 

"Mmmm, glad I could help," she moaned as he squeezed and caressed her butt, pushing her 'kitty' against his swollen thing. 

"I see you remembered what color I like on you." Jimmy smiled as he continued caressing her butt, through Jaclyn's white panties and he grew hard, easing it between her long, sexy legs and on her 'kitty'.

She stood helpless and at his mercy as his big thing, rubbed on her. "Heck yes, I did and I can't wait for you to help me cum. I've been on fire for the last day and a half." Jaclyn said looking into his dark eyes wondering what it was going to feel like when Jimmy helped her cum. 

"I'm sorry about falling asleep on you," he whispered as he leaned to kiss her neck while he slowly moved his cock against her and Jimmy started nibbling on it too. 

Jaclyn tilted her head, letting Jimmy nibble all he wanted and she felt her 'kitty' coming to life. "My 'kitty' is getting all excited and it needs some lovin' from you!" she moaned as his big thing rubbed her, making Jaclyn burn with need and she started thinking about it being deep in her body.

"What would it like me to do?" he asked while still kissing the soft and very tender flesh on Jaclyn's neck. 

She rested against him and his big thing was driving her crazy. It was so hard, but yet it felt soft and Jaclyn knew why. It was made to slip into a girl's body and please her, but the most important reason of all, it was for giving her a baby. 

"I don't know but it's burning and I want you to help me now!" she whimpered and Jaclyn was going crazy. She needed Jimmy to help her or do something to stop this and he needed to do it very, very soon. 

He picked Jaclyn up and walked to lay her on her bed with her hips and butt hanging from the side of it. "I'll help you, sweetie. You just relax, close your pretty eyes and I'll make it all better," he whispered and sank down on his knees, between her long, silky legs. 

Jaclyn smiled and she did as instructed. She felt Jimmy's warm breath on her right thigh and she smiled bigger. He was going to lick her, just like in his movies, but Jimmy was going to get a big surprise when she came. 

"Oh my God!" Jaclyn growled when he started kissing up her right thigh, towards her excited, little 'kitty', but he stopped and went back down her thigh. 

"Jimmy, I love it!" she cried as he kept kissing all over her thighs moving from one to the other driving her body crazy with need as her body arched up.

He just smiled and continued kissing, nibbling and tenderly sucking her thighs, enjoying her moaning and begging for more. Jimmy kissed closer to her 'kitty', but each time, he'd turn and work his way back down her leg. 

"Ahhh, yes! Yes!" Jaclyn moaned and she hoped that Jimmy would give her a sucker mark. She always wanted one and she couldn't think of a better guy to do it to her. 

"Jimmy," she said as she panted for air.

"Yes baby."

"Give me a hicky on my thigh, but I want you to do it as close as you can to my pussy. I wanta see it and know that I'm your girl from this day on." Jaclyn said with a smile as love for her big brother raced through her entire body. 

Jimmy reached up her beautiful body, gently grabbed each of her full breasts and he lightly squeezed them. "Sweetie, I'll do anything you want," he said caressing her breasts and his mouth went back between Jaclyn's legs. 

He kissed and sucked his way up her left thigh until he could smell her need and Jimmy smiled. His baby sister was as horny as hell and he was about to fix her. Jimmy picked a good spot right next to her panty line and he gently started sucking. 

Jaclyn moaned and her back arched up again. "Oh my God! Yep, that's it! That's what I need!" she cried as Jimmy started sucking harder and Jaclyn knew that she was getting her wish. 

Jimmy sucked, carefully moving just enough, to make damn sure, Jaclyn would get a big ol' hicky on her body. He sucked while her excitement drifted up his nose, to his brain and then, his cock grew hard. 

"Oh Jimmy, I need to cum or something!" Jaclyn said with need as she sat up and she felt like she was going to die. 

Her pussy was burning, her stomach was flipping and her brain was telling her to make love with Jimmy. She could see his big thing going in her body and loving her filling her with his wonderful seeds, but then, reality pulled her back into the real world. For a few minutes, Jaclyn forgot that Jimmy was her brother. 

"I wish we could do it! I need you in me Jimmy and I know that nothing is going to help, except...your thing," she said and softly whispered the last word. 

He got up and carefully lay over her body, making sure that his stiffened cock was resting on her pussy. "Oh sweetie, that would be a dream come true," he smiled and Jimmy kissed her lips.

"I've never felt this way before. My whole body is burning and I know my pussy isn't going to stop until...you make love to me." 

"Oh God, are you sure sweetie?" Jimmy moaned as he thought about making love to Jaclyn and how breathtaking it would be. 

"Yes," she smiled to him and Jaclyn knew their lives would never be the same again, but she did not care. 

She loved Jimmy and it wasn't the kind of love she should have for her brother. She loved him as a man and Jaclyn wanted him to love her right now. Jaclyn needed him to put his thing in her, hold her down like he did by the lake and then, screw her until she fainted. 

"Hold me down like you did by the lake and take me!"

"What?" Jimmy asked with shock.

"Hold me down and take me! I loved it!"

"Are you sure?" he asked caressing her face.

"I'm very sure! When you did that to me...I've never been so excited in my life and want more of it!"

Jimmy was hesitant at first, but if that's what Jaclyn wanted, that's what she was going to get. He grabbed both of her arms, jerked them high over her head and held her tight. 

"Do you like it rough, little girl?" he growled in Jaclyn's ear as Jimmy humped against her soaking wet pussy and when he peeked down to Jaclyn's nipples, it looked like they were going to explode. He'd seen them through her shirts and blouses lots of times and they were always hard, but today, they were swollen twice their normal size. 

"Yeah, I love it! Now do it! Take me, Jimmy!" Jaclyn moaned, acting as if she was trying to free herself, feeling his long cock probing at her tiny, virgin hole, trying to get in her body and she knew things were about to change forever. 

He reached down and slipped her tiny panties over Jaclyn's hips and Jimmy tossed them. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Jimmy asked her one last time before they committed a horrible sin. 

"Yeah, take me!" Jaclyn whispered with lust, gave Jimmy one last kiss as her brother and she was ready for him to be her lover.

Jimmy pointed his cock to his sister's wet opening, kissed her one last time and he eased forward. "Oh yes! You're wonderful!" he cried out as he watched his big cock-head ease into Jaclyn's warm and loving body. 

Her inside grabbed him and squeezed hard, trying to keep Jimmy out, but Jaclyn's urges as a woman quickly took over and let him in. Her warmth and wetness covered him instantly and it was if Jimmy had slipped his cock into a wet, velvet glove.

"Oh Jimmy! Oh my sweet, sweet Jimmy!" Jaclyn squealed as his massive cock slid into her tiny, tiny hole stretching her so wide, Jaclyn felt like she was being torn in two but she wasn't complaining. 

Jaclyn felt like someone had shoved the fat end of a baseball bat into her most, special place and it hurt. But at long last, Jimmy was in her and she knew once her body relaxed, they would have amazing fun together. 

"Jimmy, you're in me," she said with a big smile looking up to him and Jaclyn knew that no other man would touch her again. She was Jimmy's until the day she died. 

He held her and smiled back. "I've been dreaming of this since the day you turned sixteen. Waiting two long-ass years and finally I got you!" Jimmy moaned as Jaclyn squeezed her 'already' very tight insides around his straining cock shaft.

Jaclyn loved the look on his face when she squeezed herself around him and she hoped to remember to do it when he came. "You've got me forever and nobody will ever come between us, baby," she whispered and Jaclyn knew it was time for some loving. 

Her body was on fire for him and that fire needed to be put out. "Make love to me, Jimmy! I need to cum around your big ol' thing!" Jaclyn moaned with need in her soft voice as she smiled up to Jimmy.

He reached to spread her legs and Jimmy slowly moved in and out of Jaclyn watching his cock disappear into her. Jaclyn's wetness and his cock slipping in and out of her made that wonderful slurping sound you hear when a man makes love to a woman. 

"Oh yes, Jimmy! Oh my God, it feels so good!" Jaclyn cried out as Jimmy loved her and she squirmed under him hoping the horrible burning would leave her body once and for all.




Jimmy and Jaclyn



Jimmy moved faster, watching his cock ravish his baby sister, but he knew she loved it from her moaning and the wetness flowing from her body. "Jaclyn, you're so wonderful! I can't believe how good this feels. I don't ever want to leave you!" he moaned and Jimmy went faster, thrusting deep into her body, lifting her butt from the bed with each plunge in. 

Jaclyn didn't hear or care about anything. Jimmy was, at last, loving her and that's all Jaclyn cared about. His big thing was going in and out of her so fast and going so deep, she couldn't breathe. 

"Yes, go, go!" she cried as Jimmy all but raped her once, tiny pussy, but now, it was stretched wide for Jimmy. Jaclyn just laid there, her legs spread wide, watching Jimmy love her and Jaclyn knew that life could never get any better than this. 

He let go of her hands, grabbed her hips and Jimmy went faster. His cock hammered her tiny hole and their skin slapped together so hard, it hurt. "Oh shit, I'm close, sweetie! I'm so close!" Jimmy moaned as he looked to her beautiful face and she just smiled at him. 

"Do it then! Cum in me! Cum in your baby sister's pussy!" she growled at him and Jaclyn grabbed his hips with her long legs and she rammed him deeper to her core. 

"Oh my God!" Jaclyn squealed when his cock-head sank deeper in her body, giving her the feeling that he was going to ram through her. 

Jimmy fought to hold out longer, but when she jerked him deeper, that was all he could bare. "Oh sweet Jesus! You made me cum!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as his cock starting shooting deep in Jaclyn's body. Squirt after long squirt shot in her quickly filling her pussy with her brother's warm cum. 

When Jimmy's warm cum hit the back of Jaclyn's pussy, she exploded and started screaming out with joy. "Jimmy, oh my Jimmy!" she squealed as her body shook and squirmed under him.

It felt like molten lava squirting in her and at long last, the burning in Jaclyn's young pussy was out and it was all because of her brother Jimmy. 

They were lying together in her bed when Jimmy looked at her and said. "I love you so much and I couldn't be any happier," he said with a big smile as they cuddled together.

"I love you too, baby. I'm so happy that we finally did this. It sucks being as lonely as we were, but all of that is over now. We just gotta be really careful that Mom and Dad don't find out what we did." Jaclyn replied as she looked into his loving eyes, enjoying his big, hard cock, still resting deep inside her body. 

"We will and it's going to be so fun now. We'll take turns sleeping in each other's room and do it every place we can think of!" Jimmy laughed. "I wanta do it in the tractor while I'm driving! I've always thought of you on my lap facing me while I'm driving and us making love."

"You are crazy, but I think I'd like that too." Jaclyn smiled as her eyes closed and they drifted off to sleep. 

*.

Jimmy and Jaclyn didn't hear the car pull into the driveway or Mom coming up the stairs. "What and (in) the heck are those two doing? They know darn well I need help getting their father into the house." Mom said as she made the top of the stairs and she (omit she) walked towards (toward) Jaclyn's bedroom. She opened the door and he (her) jaw hit the floor. 

"Oh my God!" Mom gasped with shock when she saw both of her kids, lying in bed together naked. "What have you two done? How could this happen again?" she said shaking her head at them. "Get dressed and get your asses down stairs...now!" she said and went to help Hank in the house. 

Jimmy jumped straight up and so did Jaclyn. They knew they were as good as dead and Jimmy was glad that Dad had the stroke, if not; he would have killed Jimmy on the spot. 

"Oh God, Jimmy, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know baby. Let's just tell them we were lonely and nothing happened. We were just lying naked together is all." Jimmy said as he dressed. 

"Oh yeah, did you see your cock? It was straight up in the dang air! I'm sure Mom is going to believe that crap!"

"Hey, it was just an idea. Do you have a better plan?"

Jaclyn grabbed her panties, jeans and a blouse and she (omit she) quickly dressed. "The lonely part was great and that may be the way to handle this. We'll just tell them that we never get out or anything and we couldn't help it. It just happened."

"That's not bad and it is true, so...you never know, it might work." Jimmy said as he walked to hug her. "I want you to know something before we go down there," he leaned and kissed her on the lips. "Whatever happens...I'd never trade this day for anything and I mean that with all of my heart," he added with a smile and kissed Jaclyn again. 

"That's why I love you so much." Jaclyn replied as she hugged him. "I would never trade this day either and I'll never forget it as long as I live."

"Well, let's get going. I'm sure Mom and Dad are ready to kill us both by now." Jimmy laughed as he and Jaclyn walked down the stairs arm in arm and they were ready to face the music. 

Mom was sitting next to Dad at the kitchen table and she motioned for Jimmy and Jaclyn to sit down. "First off, we understand that you two have no friends, no life and that this was bound to happen, but it's still a big shock walking in on your kids in bed together." Mom said with a very calm voice that surprised both Jimmy and Jaclyn. 

"We're really sorry Mom and it will never happen again." Jimmy said as he held Jaclyn's trembling hands in his. 

Mom just laughed at them as she lifted a glass of water to her mouth and took a sip. "You know damn well that's a lie. She's one of the most beautiful, young girls that I've ever seen and you are a handsome young man too. How in the hell, are you going to keep your hands off of each other?" she asked with a smile and Mom loved them squirming in their chairs. 

"We'll try our best Mom! It just happened! We're both so lonely and we needed comforting is all." Jaclyn said and couldn't help but wonder why Mom was smiling at them. 

Mom just looked at them and she replied with a low voice. "I know how you feel. When I was your age, Jaclyn, the same thing happened to me," she said taking another sip of her water as she watched their faces go blank. 

"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked as he reached for Mom's cigarettes and took one. 

"I did the same thing with your Uncle Frank."

"Oh my God, really!" Jaclyn moaned as she thought of their tall and extremely handsome Uncle. 

Mom just smiled at her and went on with her story. "We were on the farm. No one to talk with or to be with and one day in the barn...we made love to each other and we did it day and night!" Mom all but growled as she thought back to those wonderful days. 

"I bet it was so good!" Jaclyn cooed as visions of their great looking Uncle floated through her mind. 

"Oh yeah, it was! But, one day your grandfather caught us and there was hell to pay. He beat Frank half to death and then I got his belt." 

"Ouch!" Jaclyn said remembering how big and thick her grandfather's belt was. 

"We made it out alive, but...a few months later, I found out that I was going to have a little baby." Mom smiled as she reached over to caress Jimmy's face.

"Holy shit, are you kidding us?" Jimmy asked, hoping that he wasn't hearing things. 

Mom just smiled and she said. "No, I'm not kidding you. I was carrying my brother's baby and I loved it, but good, ol' Dad didn't like it! He sent me to live with his brother, one you guys haven't really met." Mom paused and lit a cigarette before going on with the story. 

"My Dad, sent me to live with his brother...Hank."

Jimmy and Jaclyn sat in their chairs, in total shock. "Oh wow! How freaking kinky is that!" Jaclyn said as she busted out laughing. 

Mom couldn't help but laugh with her daughter and she said with a big, wide smile. "Yes it is! I bet you two about shit your pants when I found you in bed!" she laughed and stood to hug them both. "Your Daddy and I, would like us a grand baby by next spring!"

Jimmy pulled Jaclyn into his arms, hugged her and replied. "We will start working on that tonight!" he said with a smile.

"Heck yeah, it'll be our pleasure!" Jaclyn giggled, thinking of screwing her brother, with the blessing of their parents. 

Well, I hoped you liked it. Please remember to vote!



Jimmy & Lexy



Their relationship started out simple enough. They were friends first and foremost. It was nothing intense and nothing sexual. They had lunch twice a week. Fridays, if they had no other plans, they'd spend the evening together. Usually dinner and a movie, and they were both home before midnight. 

One Friday night, the conversation over dinner took an unexpected turn, and they had no choice but to go with it. 

"When was your last sexual encounter?" Jimmy casually asked after the waiter took their orders. 

Lexy was a little taken aback. She and Jimmy had never spoken about sex really. It was like the "pink elephant" analogy. They knew it happened, but never brought it up. 

"Excuse me?"

"C'mon. I'm curious. We both have been without dates the past few Fridays. So you're obviously not seeing anyone. It just made me wonder."

"Well, when was yours?" Lexy countered, strictly to avoid answering.

"Just a couple nights ago." He said.

"But, you're not seeing anyone seriously right now," Lexy was slightly confused now.

"I didn't say it had to be with someone else," he said smiling broadly.

"Are you asking me if I masturbate?" Lexy blushed, not sure how to handle this.

"Unless you have someone you can call to take care of your needs? Do you have someone who can take care of you?" Jimmy prodded, with a sly smile still on his face.

"NO!" Lexy blushed again. "I don't have anyone like that."

"So. When was your last sexual experience" Jimmy persisted.

Grinning, Lexy looked at him sheepishly, and said "This morning, before going to work."

"And was it exciting?"

"It was fine. Why do you want to know, Jimmy?"

"I'm curious about it. I want to know how you handle yourself on those long dateless nights."

Their food arrived after that comment. She said nothing more, hoping that eating would distract him into forgetting his line of questioning. They discussed work, and mutual friends while they ate. Lexy finally got comfortable in thinking Jimmy decided to stop asking her about her sexual habits. 

It was his turn to pick up the check, so as Jimmy was signing the credit slip, he looked at her and asked, "Would you like to skip the movie tonight?" 

"Are you tired? Would you rather just go home?"

"No. Actually, if you'd like, I'd like to suggest we go back to my place where we can continue our conversation."

"Jimmy, are you sure that's a good idea? Is that what you'd really like? To talk?" Lexy was skeptical at this point. They've never discussed sex before, between them or with anyone else.

"Lexy, you don't have to worry. I have no intentions of seduction. I'm just curious and I think it would be a great way to learn something new about you."

Trusting him, Lexy agreed. It would be fun, once she got past thinking that this man was almost like a brother to her. She found herself in a cab with Jimmy, wondering how much he really wanted to know about the sexual side of her. She wasn't sure how far she should really take this, but what the hell. Why not take it as far as it could go. It was about time she did something for the pure fun of it.

Reaching his apartment, he led her in and took her coat. She'd been to his home several times. In fact, too many times to count. This time she felt different though. She was a little unsure of her surroundings, and a little nervous.

"Would you like anything?" Jimmy asked.

"A glass of wine would be fine", she said walking into the living room.

He brought her a glass of white wine and sat next to her on the couch. 

"Now tell me all about this morning."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"What got you horny?"

"A dream I had before waking. I don't remember many details, I just know I woke up feeling very turned on and had to do something about it."

"Do you sleep naked?"

"Yes."

"Were your nipples hard?"

"Yes, they were painfully hard."

"Do you have any toys?"

"No. I am too embarrassed to buy one."

"Tell me what you did to get off."

Jimmy's expression had gone serious. She knew this was turning him on. She had to admit, thinking about it was making her wet. She knew whatever she did next would change their relationship forever. 

She spoke softly, "Jimmy, would you like to see how I got off this morning?"

Jimmy just stared blankly for a few minutes. "I'd love to," he finally said.

Lexy stood and unbuttoned her jeans. Standing directly in front of Jimmy, she pushed the tight fitting material down her legs and stepped out of them. She then unbuttoned her blouse and let if fall from her arms. Standing before him in her black lacy panties and bra, she silently laughed at his expression. She knew he'd been admiring her body for some time, but was just being a gentleman. She did a small turn and now facing away from him, unclasped her bra. She held it away from her body and made a show of dropping it on the floor. She then slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and bending at the waist, pulled them down and off her body. Jimmy got a good view of Lexy's pussy from behind and his cock surged in his pants.

Lexy sat back down on the couch, leaning against the arm, one leg leaning against the back, and the other foot on the floor. She sat spread before him, and with a glance at his bulging pants, she began to touch herself.

She started at her legs, sliding her fingers up her thighs to her waist. Brining her right hand up, she cupped her breast. She rolled her nipple in her fingers, gently pulling on it, making it hard. Lexy had very ample breasts, so she was able to lower her head and bring her breast to her lips. She sucked gently and then let it fall from her mouth. Jimmy's mouth watered at the sight of her saliva glistening off her nipple. She looked right into Jimmy's eyes, watching his every expression, enjoying her effect on him.

She continued pulling and playing on her nipple with her right hand, while her left played casually with the blond curls between her legs. She lightly stroked over her lips, tracing her slit from the curls own to the couch. Up and down over and over again. After a few gentle strokes, Jimmy saw Lexy's pussy lips swell up, and her clit peek out. 

Lexy's finger dipped in between her lips to casually graze inside. She pulled it out, covered with her juices, and brought it to her mouth. She greedily sucked the moisture from her finger, giving a tiny moan, and returned it to her pussy. She slid her finger back into her pussy, wetting it and began stroking her clit. Jimmy was squirming at this action. She could tell he wanted to help.

She moaned again, and laid her head back on the couch. Jimmy watched her play with her clit, and occasionally slide down to disappear into her pussy. Her moans began to get louder. Her hips started rocking at the same speed that she fingered her clit. Her breathing got heavier as she worked her pussy to orgasm. 

Rocking her hips on the couch, she screamed when it hit her. Her body quivered and shook violently as the spasm of her orgasm took over. Her screams and moans loud, and filled with passion. As she came down, breathing hard, he watched her body. He noticed the flushed skin, and perspiration glistening off her body. Jimmy was beyond exciting.

She laid there, eyes closed with her head back on the arm of the couch, and Jimmy took his chance. Leaning forward, and settling between her legs, he smelled the musk of her arousal. He knew then he had to taste her. Before she had a chance to say or do anything, he pushed his face deep into her pussy and lapped at her juices. 

His tongue delved deep into her. He wanted to taste every drop of Lexy's orgasm. Her breathing picked back up. She began rocking her hips to push her pussy into his face. Her hands flew into his hair, and pushed him into her. 

He started moving up her body to capture her nipples. She felt his teeth bite on the hard bud, and she cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure. She reached her hands down and began unzipping his pants. He had way too many clothes by her way of thinking. He brought himself up higher to kiss her. And as he moved higher up, she grasped onto his cock. He was so stunned, that he didn't kiss her. Instead he buried his head in her shoulder as she stroked him. She had both hands on him. She was feeling and squeezing his balls, and stroking his cock. After a while, she raised her hips, and started to guide him into her. 

The first touch of her hot pussy brought Jimmy to his senses. He stopped her movements, and pulled back just enough to still be inside her, and looked down at Lexy. 

"Are you sure this is what's going to happen? This isn't what I intended."

"I know Jimmy, I intended it. So shut up and fuck me!"

Needing no further encouragement, he plunged forward. Bringing a surprised gasp from Lexy, he forged on. Bracing his feet on the opposite end of the couch, he gave her what she asked for. Lexy wrapped her legs tightly around Jimmy, holding on for all she was worth. He fit her completely. She felt every movement from him, and relished all the glorious feelings he gave her. She knew she was going to come again, and she was hoping he'd wait until she was finished before he did. 

As she started feeling her orgasm build again, she knew that Jimmy was getting close. She needed further stimulation to be able to meet him. Bringing her hand up, she cupped her breast, and pushed it up toward Jimmy's face. "Suck on my nipple Jimmy" she said, holding herself under his chin.

Jimmy licked and teased her nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy. He also knew why she wanted him to do this. He knew he wasn't far away, and he wanted her to climax with him, just as much as she did. He finally latched on to her breast, and sucked hard. She gasped hard, and moaned in his ear. That was all he needed, and he felt himself coming. With that added enhancement, Lexy was pushed over the edge as well. They shared an earth-shattering climax just then. Lexy's body bucked underneath Jimmy's spastic one, and they yelled each other's names. 

Laying there later on, in each other's arms, Jimmy asked casually "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"How about dinner and a movie?"

What do you think about this one? Please let me know, I value all comments.



Jimmy and Mabel



I'm Jim Layton. My wife of seventeen years is Mabel Layton, nee Clay. We were married young and in hurry. We'd talked about waiting, but when my Ranger unit, an element of the 82nd. airborne, was called up to go to Iraq in '91; we took the plunge. 

She was twenty at the time, and I was twenty-five. My very diminutive Mable is tawny-haired and some would say a bit on the plain side. She's a tad overweight too, but in her case I think it's sexy. Her best feature bar none is her dazzling personality; I have adored her since the day we met at a Cal Tech exhibition all those years ago.

I guess I would describe myself as slender, not exactly prepossessing in the face, and at five-nine and never over one-sixty-five, not especially impressive physically. But, what is, is, I guess.

As a combat engineer for the Army, with a degree from Cal Tech, Capt. James C. Layton, me; was a natural to fill the position at Harding Engineering Inc. upon my return from the war zone. Harding is a company with serious government contacts, It was a position, too, I had long hoped to get upon my discharge. I was not disappointed in my hopes and hired on as soon as I mustered out in late '92. 

A few years later Mabel and I began the next campaign together: that of engineering a family. Clara, now twelve, was our first success in that regard; she was followed two years later by Johnny, now ten.

As I said, I adore my woman. She was and is sexy, she was and is fun, and she is mine, at least for now. Sex from the beginning has been virtually non-stop and varietal. Well it was until very recently. 

It all seemed kinda sudden to me: the onset of headache disease on the part of my wife. More, lately it has seemed, that every time I make a move to make love to her, she's had an excuse: headaches, her period, fatigue from her long (four hour) day at the used car dealership—more about that shortly—it's always some damn thing. It's been almost a month now since the last time I was allowed to sock it to her, and when I did, and I'd had to beg, she just laid there like a lump enduring it. I knew something was wrong, but the obvious had not even entered my mind at that point. Okay, I'm a dumb fuck when it comes to her, at least I was.

I had been thinking about things all day, and I now realized, in hindsight, our troubles, mine at any rate, had begun two months ago, when Mabel laid it on me that she was going to get a job during the day while the kids were in school. I was not thrilled by the idea, but I had no good reason to deny her other than my personal preference for a wife to be a homebody. 

She said she was bored. I said get a hobby. She said she was, one that paid. She ended up as a girl Friday at Landmark Auto: a used car dealership in town. The pay was okay and the work not especially taxing. For a while things seemed to be fine; except of course that her sex drive had gone from frantic to practically zero.

Today, I'd decided to make her sit down and talk it out. Something had to give, and her job was very high on the list of options. That, since I now recognized that her starting work was the beginning of the whole mess.

******

I had taken the half day off to talk with her. I wanted to do it before the kids were due to be picked up at 3:30. I pulled into the drive and noticed that the trash had been picked up, so I decided to take the empty can to the back, save myself having to do it later. I ducked into the garage and wiped my dirty hands on the rag hangin' by the door. The sight that greeted me was stunning.

Parked in my space in the closed garage was a vintage red Corvette. Not the kind of car often seen anywhere, but virtually never on our street. I had a bad feeling.

The door to the kitchen from the garage was ajar. I went through it. The noise emanating from the front room killed my heart. "Fuck me harder, damn it, harder! I need it. I need it now!" I heard her say. The 'her' was my wife. For some seconds, I don't know how many, I stood there in the kitchen, my mind a chaos of a dozen swirling emotions. I gathered myself.

I went into the front room. She was leaning forward with her hands on the easy chair, my chair. She was naked and her legs were splayed wide. He was behind her pile driving his cock deep inside of her. He was pretty impressive; I had to give him that. She was grunting savagely as he banged her. I stood there watching the woman, who I had never before doubted, betraying me. I knew the man, met him. He was her boss at the dealership, Dutch Miller. He was married with kids too. 

Well, what they were doing explained the decline in my sex life.

Their backs were to me, and they hadn't heard me, not yet. "Mable?" I managed. God I must have sounded like the worst kind of wimp.

The man's head whipped around. To say he was startled was a total understatement, at first. But, then he just smiled. "Sorry man. I couldn't resist this nice little wifey of yours. He didn't appear worried. Well why would he have; he was at least six-six and maybe two-eighty, that he was wrong in his self-confidence notwithstanding.

I stared at him more stunned than anything else. Anger would soon replace those initial feelings. But, for the moment; I was completely at a loss.

Mabel, by now, had stood and turned to face me. She grabbed for the towel she'd evidently brought into the living room from the bathroom. She covered herself. She too got over her initial surprise quickly and offered me the same condescending smile that her lover had.

"Jimmy, you're home early. Well, it was going to happen sooner or later," she said.

"Mabel? What—what—are you doing? Is this the end of us? I know this guy. He's married. He has kids. We have kids. I don't..." I was more or less making sense, but I was not standing up for my rights, or for my family's rights. But, in my defense, I was in a state of shock. It was the worst moment of my life.

"The end of us? No, Jim, in fact it's a good thing. I love you Jim. But frankly, and I don't mean this to hurt you; you don't do it for me in bed anymore. You and I need to talk. But I promise you; I'll make this right by you. You'll just have to give me a chance to make you understand, that's all.

"Dutch, you need to go. Jimmy and I have a lot to discuss," she said.

"Yeah, I guess that's so," he said. He gathered his stuff together pulled on his pants and shirt and left by the kitchen door into the garage where he still had his car to retrieve. I heard the garage door opener engage and the sound of the powerful engine gun as he pulled out into the street and was gone.

"Pour yourself a drink, Jimmy. I'll be down in a few minutes," she said. Her giving me orders was new. She'd never talked to me like that before. I was feeling insulted—no—hurt.

She joined me in maybe five minutes. She started laying it on me as soon as she'd taken her seat. I had already downed a shot of vodka. I poured myself another one.

"Jim, to answer your earlier question again, no this doesn't have to be the end of us unless you want it to be. But, I need to tell you, I intend to keep on having my time with Dutch. If you want to stay married, I will be thrilled to agree. But, if you want a divorce; then, that'll be okay too," she said.

"Mabel this isn't right..." I started to say.

"Jim, deal with it or leave; it's that simple. If you want a divorce, I'll take the house, half of the savings, reasonable alimony and child support, and you can have your freedom. I'm sorry you had to see that today. You didn't deserve that. I should never have allowed him in the house to fuck me, my bad. 

"But, in a way it's good because now I won't have to be sneaking around anymore," she said.

I looked at her. Who was this woman? I sure didn't know who it was. I sat there speechless for a long time at least it seemed like a long time. My marriage was deader than the proverbial doornail; I knew it if she didn't.

"Jim? Are you all right? I honestly do feel bad that you saw that. I didn't want to hurt you. You're good man just not what I need in some areas. 

"Dutch fills that missing something that need. He's worthless every other way," she said, "you are twice the man he is other than when it comes to sex. And—and—you and I can still do it sometimes. I don't intend to cut you off completely. But—well—it won't be as often as maybe you might want I'm afraid."

"What? Why—why are you..." I said. Jesus, I was being wimpy. I just couldn't seem to get a hold of myself. I would at some point; I had to, but for the moment she was in the driver's seat, and I was getting my ass kicked.

"Jim, if you need to find a woman, you know, to take the edge off; like on the side, be my guest. I can't very well object to you doing what I'm doing can I?" she said. It was clear she was feeling proud of herself for being so magnanimous with me.

"But I love you, not somebody else. You love me—don't you?" I said.

"Of course I do, Jim. I will always love you. It's just, the sex with you—well—it's just not like it used to be, darling. Get your head around that, and you'll see; we can get by this little mistake of mine, I mean this thing today," she said. "We can deal with this. It's just a sex thing, nothing more."

We talked for some time. She actually got up and kissed me at one point. She brushed away my tears with her hand. "I promise not to flaunt it in front of you again, Jim. You deserve that much consideration at the least. Are we okay?" she said.

"I—I—I have to go get the kids." The clock on the wall read 3:15. I needed to get out of there; a bad feeling I hadn't had since the war was coming over me. "I'll take them to get pizza. I'll bring pizza home. I need to..." I didn't finish saying whatever I was going to say. I just rose and left. She was smiling benignly. My stomach was settling. A new emotion was finding its way into my mind and heart—anger.

******

The kids ran to me. Clara was in her last year of grade school. Johnny would have one more to go. They were the perfect age; they were for me at any rate. I couldn't lose them. The upshot of that was that I would have to put up with my new status as Mabel's cuckold, at least for now, in order not to lose them; she'd made that clear. She'd take the kids and most of our material possessions if I made any waves. 

I had to think to plan. The army had taught me how to plan surprise assaults. It's how I had nailed those fucks in the desert west of the Euphrates. It would be time to plan soon; I just didn't have it in me today. All I had today was the unholy tastes of bile and betrayal.

I'd never talked much about my time in the Middle East. Not event to Mabel. And, in point of fact, she'd hardly ever mentioned it to me or questioned me. It's how I'd wanted it. Too many good men wouldn't be coming home from those wars, thanks be to the politicians who cared more about oil than human life. Talking about the war was something all of us brothers in arms just knew not to do. Mabel didn't even know about my Silver Star. She never would now, not from my mouth.

"Daddy," said Clara with sauce all over her chin. "I love you," she said.

"Me too, Dad," said Johnny.

"Daddy, why is mommy so bored all of the time? I mean with us," said Clara. "Is she having sex with that other man?"

I stopped with my ice tea halfway to my lips. "Bored? Sex?"

"Yes, dad, she doesn't come to anything at school anymore. She's too busy since she started working at the car place, daddy," said Johnny. "That guy is at our house sometimes when mom picks us up and we get home. He really tries to make us like him. But I don't like him no matter what!"

"But, he never stays long after we get there," said Clara. "They talk a little, and then he leaves. I think they have sex dad."  

"Yeah, dad, and she's always late picking us up too," said Johnny.

I had been getting madder and madder inside, but now I was getting just plain mad! Her little games with buttfuck were affecting not only me, but our children. If they had figured out in their little pre-pubescent minds what was going on, it had to be pretty blatant. The only dummy who didn't seem to be in on the joke was me! Well, I was now.

"I'll talk to her about it, kids. But, I'm sure she's not bored with you. And, no, your mom and I are married. She isn't doing the bad thing with him; I'm sure of that," I said. I hazarded a weak smile. Clara looked at me funny—can't fool a kid. 

I delivered half a pizza to the house and Mabel smiled her thanks. "I should've gone with you," she said. But, I could tell her words were just formula pap without substance. She'd obviously showered and she looked good. Well, she always looked good to me. That would never change.

******

During the next days, I went to work. I made a living. I came home, and dinner was usually ready. I had not dared to ask her about her picking up the kids late all of the time or mention their suspicions. One, I was afraid she'd become enraged and go off on me; and two, for the life of me, I was still chicken to deal with the reality that I was in fact dealing with anyway. Okay, I admit it, my tears were almost constant at night now. She'd caught me last night; it was humiliating.

"Jim? Are you crying? Jim?" she said. She had a disgusted look on her face.

"No—I—just have something in my eye. I'm fine," I said. I was so transparently lying that it wasn't even funny. She sat down, set her lips and spoke.

"Jim, for chryssakes be a man! You're acting like a wimpy little boy. For goodnessakes." She threw up her hands in mock despair. "Look, I know I hurt you. But, it's nothing for you to worry about, I mean my having sex with Dutch. He's no threat to you, not in any meaningful way. Now, please act like a man, please. All of this whining and crying has got to stop. Okay?" Her last words were delivered in an almost kindly tone, like she was soothing a child's hurt feelings. I have to admit it; I was only a few nano-syllables shy of actually killing her right then and there. She had no idea; I walked out to protect myself more than her.

It was the next morning, Saturday, I was outside working on my car. I had to do something to keep from going insane. The conversation the night before had killed all hope whatsoever of my ever forgiving her and letting her off the hook. She'd be lucky if she didn't actually end up in a whorehouse in Thailand before I was through, at least that's the way I was thinking at that moment. And, as for buttfuck, he was going to get special treatment: maybe a sex change. My mind was rambling, I knew, and filling with outlandish images of revenge.

Cheating on me was one thing, but they were going far beyond the pale in the doing of it. Her using the kids to blackmail me was the only thing keeping her in the saddle. I had to unhorse the bitch, and that sooner rather than later.

Done messin' with the radiator hose, I decided to head out toward town; I needed some stuff. I was able to find what I needed in no time. I was an engineer after all. Walt Reiser had been with me in the 82nd. He owned an electronics shop in town. 

"Shit man, bummer. I can't believe she'd do that to you. Anyway, this stuff should get you some of what you need. "Jim," he said, and he paused, "you know, you, we got friends. Friends who don't make mistakes and handle bullshit like this, just say the word. You'll have full deniability."

"No, Walt, I ain't goin' that route. I thought about it. But, no," I said.

"You still sleeping with her?" he said.

"Yeah, so far. I haven't had the balls to move out, I mean even out of the room. I'm doing my best not to make waves. But, there's no sex. Not even much kissing. Every once in a while she gives me a peck on the cheek if I do something she thinks is good. It makes my skin crawl. But, I don't want her to end up with anything, so I put up with it, for now. And, she certainly must not ever end up with the children, not that, not ever that." I said. Walt nodded.

"What about him?" he said.

"Buttfuck? I haven't figured out what I can do to him yet, but he is definitely never far from my mind," I said.

"How about telling his wife?" said Walt. "You say he's married with kids too."

"Yeah, that would probably handle him, at least partly, but I would still lose in having to battle Mabel. I want them both to go down—hard," I said.

I got home about two hours later. The stuff I bought was still in the car. She had to be gone for me to install it. A piece of cake, maybe an hour's work. I wasn't sure what good any of it would do, though. Adultery was reprehensible, but not legally reprehensible. The lawyers and their law making had seen to that. It was almost like they wanted to protect the guilty. Lawyers and politicians had to be the most contemptible cadre of human beings there was.

I knew could prove the hell out of it, the adultery that is, but it probably wouldn't mean shit in the final analysis. I had to hope that my sweet little whore of a wife would slip up big time—somehow. 

I came into the service porch and headed for the frig in the kitchen and pulled me out a beer. I needed something a lot stronger, but for the time being I wasn't going to be doin' too much drinkin'; I needed my wits about me to make war. It was the 82nd against a whore and her pimply-assed high school buttfuck; I almost smiled at the thought. The 82nd were the most highly trained warriors in the world. Hell, how could I lose. And if it got physical? Buttfuck was in for a major surprise. Yeah, how could I lose? Okay, my heart was already in the tank, but whatever was left was going to be real hard for the two of them to deal with.

As I was taking my first sip she came in. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in," she said. I didn't say anything. I just shrugged. "Jim, we aren't going to have another scene like last night are we?" she said, not unkindly.

I shrugged again. "I guess not," I said. "I don't have much choice, do I?" 

"Jim! Shake it off. Okay. You're supposed to be some kind of soldier or something aren't you? What about all of those guys that got killed and stuff. I bet they weren't as wimpy as you're acting when they were dyin'," she said. Now, she had gone too far.  

She saw the steel in my eyes as I set my beer down; she noticeably quailed. I didn't realize it, but I had taken a step toward her, a menacing step. Eleven stinkies had met Allah and had gotten their shot at the promised seventy-two virgins; and that, at my very singular hands in that desert that day. My squad had gotten the two nurses back, and damned near been court marshaled for the doing of it against orders. But, general Gilchrist had gotten involved, and me and my four brothers had gotten Silver Stars instead.

"Mabel, no matter what you ever do to me, now or in the future; never, never, never again mention my brothers. If you do, you won't..." I was talking so low and slow that she realized that she had overreached herself.

"Okay, okay, sheesh, touchy," she said, interrupting me. I was glad she did. I was about to tell her that I would kill her. That would not have been good. I could tell she got the message though. She actually shivered. 

"I have to go," she said. "Sheila and I are going shopping. I'll be home kind a late. You got the kids." I nodded.

This was my chance. The house would be totally wired and the phones too before she she'd been gone an hour. I wondered how big a cock Sheila had.

******

Mabel and Sheila must have found some unusual stores. Mabel didn't get in till four in the morning. I smiled in the dark. She slid in beside me kinda slow and easy trying not to wake me. I wasn't asleep, not at all. I was at war.

I took the kids to the park the next day. We played basketball. The kids won, but they cheated. Anyway, it was a fun day. Afterwards we went to the fiesta the church was having and ate a lot of hot dogs and drank a lot of cokes and spent a lot of money trying to pitch dimes into a dish. I have never understood the mechanism behind that particular game. The damn dimes never would stay on the damn dish; they'd always bounce and skid off, well whatever.




Jimmy and Mabel



When we got back, Mabel wasn't home yet; it was 5:00. The kids went up to play video games and take naps; they were bushed. So was I, if it came to that. I went out to the garage and checked the phone tap. There were three calls. One to her sister, one from some guy named Eric confirming some kind of meet up with him and his brother, and one from guess who: why buttfuck of course. Who the hell was Eric? Well, I'd be finding that out sooner or later. The one from buttfuck was the most interesting at least to me.

"Hello," said Mabel.

"Hi, it's me. Can you talk?" he said.

"Yeah my wimpy husband is with the kids at the park. Jesus that man is such a baby," said my wife. "He made me feel so bad last night."

"What's going on?" he said.

"Last night he was crying. Can you believe it! I know he loves me. I know he's about as pussywhipped as they come. But, crying like that. He actually made me feel bad for him. Jesus, how many times have I told him he isn't going to lose me! Dutch, I know I promised you that my pussy was for you and you alone, but I'm going to have to let him have me once in a while. He just can't handle it the way it is," she said. "It's not fair to him. We screwed up, and I have to try and make it right by him." 

"Jesus! What kind of wimpy little shit did you marry for chryssakes!" said buttfuck.

"Dutch, he's a good guy. He doesn't understand what's happening to him. I have to bring him along slowly, so he doesn't get all crazy on us. You want to stay with Helen, so she doesn't rape you in a divorce; I have to stay with Jimmy, at least for now because of your situation. I have to deal with his insecurities at my end, Dutch. I'm gonna have to let him have a mercy fuck every now and again. It just has to be.

"You know, I told him to go out and find himself a woman, but he's too damn proud and moral for that. You and I are going to have to cool it for a few days too while I build his confidence back up. Okay?" she said. "I just can't have him bawling all of the time. Jesus, how I wish now that he hadn't walked in on us that day!"

"Okay, do what you think is best. 

"By the by, did Eric call you?"

"Yes, the games are on. A week from Saturday; I thank you for that. It oughta be a blast," she said.

They talked about me and their plans for me for the next five minutes or so, said their goodbyes, and hung up. 

Interesting, I thought. I get to have a mercy fuck. Like I would even want to touch the foul flesh of that cunt; I'd rather fuck a striped assed ape than her, I thought. But, it was going to be interesting seeing her try to get me to.

She got home by 6:30. I was surprised. But then, she had told buttfuck that they'd be cooling it for a few days. She was very nice to me. 

"Hi, honey, Got something for you, but you can't have it until later." She said giggling.

"Huh? Really?" I said. I was actually wondering what it was. Johnny and Clara came in to see what their mom had gotten at the store. She produced presents for both of them. A video game for Johnny and a kid's watch for Clara. Clara had lost her watch a few days before, so this was a welcome surprise for her.

The kids jumped for joy. It was the first time in a week she'd shown them any real interest. I guess they were hoping.

Dinner was noisy; it was almost like old times. For everyone but me that is.

The kids in bed, Mabel all of a sudden was all giggly and smiley again. Of course I knew what it was, what it was a prelude to. But, I played along.

"Hey, big guy," she said to me finally. She took a seat across from me at the table. "I talked to Dutch today."

My head swiveled. She'd surprised me.

"Yes, I told him he and I had to cool it for a while. I told him you deserved better than you'd been getting," she said. She waited for my reaction. I was so surprised I didn't have one ready.

"Anyway, I see you're kinda surprised. Well, do me a favor and come on up to our room in a few minutes, okay? I want to give you your surprise."

I looked askance at her. I pretty well knew it had something to do with my supposedly getting lucky, but not exactly what. I nodded. "Okay," I said, feigning ignorance of what was up.

I puttered around for five minutes or so and headed upstairs. I made enough noise so as to give her a heads up that I was coming. What greeted me upon entering the room was an ambush. Candles and I could smell my favorite perfume; the latter had always enslaved me before. But her biggest gun was the lingerie she was wearing. Her nakedness and her bald mound were clearly visible under it. I stood there pretty much transfixed.

"Cat got your tongue, big guy," she said. She was sure she had me. I was about to disappoint her big time.

I looked her up and down. Looked her in the eyes. Turned and walked out. I hadn't spoken a word. I was almost to the bottom of the stairs when she caught up with me.

"Jim, what's the matter. I wanted to make it up to you. I mean the way I've treated you lately. Come on back up and let me prove to you that I love you," she said.

"I'm not your 'big guy' anymore, Mabel. I guess I'm a wimp as you've called me more than once lately. And, I ain't settlin' for no mercy fuck; I still got a little pride left that you haven't yet trampled in the dirt. 

"But tell you what. You get on the phone right now, and tell buttfuck that you're through with him and his forever, and that you're quitting your job at that cheapass dealership, and I will call it all square, and we can try and start over. How's that?" I said. I knew she wouldn't do it of course; I'd heard what she'd said on the phone.

"Jim, this is a bona fide offer. It's no mercy fuck. I want you. I know what I've said. I don't know what I was thinking. I was wrong. Come on back up. You won't regret it," she begged.

"Make the call," I dared her. 

"Okay, Jim, if that the way you want it. Forget it," she said. "I wanted to make things right with you. But, you don't seem to be able to deal with what is. It's only sex with Dutch, but you may be forcing me to make it into something more." 

"Now, that's the wife I've come to know and understand lately," I said. "Don't worry. You've got me by the balls, Mabel. I won't rock the boat. But, I ain't makin' love to someone who doesn't love me, and that's all there is to it." She stomped out and upstairs; she was clearly not happy that she couldn't entice me.

******

It was Wednesday morning. I'd worked hard the previous day, I'd had to get my hands real dirty on the job. That, along with the kids at night, and well, I was pretty well thrashed. So maybe it's not too surprising that I awoke startled to see and feel my wife was sucking my cock!

"What the!" I said wiping sleep out my eyes as I sat up forcing my cock to slip from her mouth. "Whaddya you doin'" I said.

"Helping you out, Jim, and you still are my big guy, no matter what you think," she insisted.

"No, Mabel, not while you still have anything to do with buttfuck," I said. "Period."

"Okay, Jim, if that's the way you want it. I tried," she said. She actually seemed genuinely disappointed. "And, I wish you'd quit calling him names. He's a good guy. He feels as bad as I do about you catching us that day. He really likes you, you know. He told me that he hopes you and he can be friends at some point in the future."

"Get this Mabel. He will always be buttfuck to me—period. He and I will always be mortal enemies no matter what happens to us. You tell him that.

"I'll be your legal husband, Mabel, because like I say you've got me by the balls on account of the kids. But, I will not be your lover. I will not lower myself to begging you for a mercy fuck. None of that is happening. 

"You want me to go to the store and buy bread, I'll go. You need an escort to the ball so you can fuck your sex toy; I'm there for you. But, don't expect me to like it or love you. Okay? Whatever love I once held for you, Mabel, and it was a lot if you care to know, is dead now," I said. 

For the first time since the blowup, I think I saw tears forming behind the façade that she'd been showing to me.

During the next few days, it was cool around the house. The enthusiasm that the kids had had just days before had wilted as their mother returned to form. It was Friday evening. I got a special request from Mabel. 

"Jim, I need you to take the kids to the zoo tomorrow; they've been asking. I'm having a meeting here at the house that can't be interrupted. Am I understood," she said.

I snickered. I remembered her promise not to flaunt it in my face. Well, what the hell was this! "Why don't you just tell me you need your privacy to screw buttfuck," I said. You're not kidding anybody."

"Actually, I'm not," she said. "Then it came to me. I remembered the conversation with the Eric guy. It was him and his brother that she was going to fuck. I was sick to my stomach. Something had to break pretty soon or I would.

"Fine," I said. "Whatever." I was actually happy, I was going to get it all recorded. Maybe this was the break I was hoping for. She was overconfident. A bad thing when you were screwing somebody over, somebody like me.

******

The kids and I had a ball. I liked the big cats. But, Johnny made us go back to the elephants twice; it was a long walk back up that hill. Clara loved the flamingos best. We got back at dark. The house stunk of sex. Mabel was still in the shower. I could hear the water running.

I was putting together a quick dinner for two very tired children. 

"Hi, kids," said Mabel. "How was the zoo?" She was buoyant.

"Good mom," said Clara, not looking up from her mashed potatoes. 

"Yeah, mom," said Johnny. "I liked the elephants best," he said.

"Really?" said Mabel. "I like the elephants too." Johnny smiled. But, Clara seemed to be ignoring the proceedings. "Which did you like best, Clara?"

"I don't know. Everything, I guess. Just bein' with dad and Johnny mostly," she said. "You should have come too, mommy."

Whatever revenge I was going to be able to visit upon this woman in the coming days and weeks, none of it was going to sting my soon to be ex-wife more than those words to her from our daughter. 

Mabel's face paled. Now she was now going to be forced to apologize and lie. I actually felt sorry for her. I butted in, "You're mom had a business meeting kids. She just couldn't be with us. I know she wanted to be. Right, honey?" I said.

She looked at me strangely. "Oh my yes, I wanted to be with you guys," she said, finally. "Really."

The kids all but passed out as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Mabel and I were getting ready for bed. We still shared the same room, same bed, same everything; we just didn't touch each other.

"You won't let me give you a mercy fuck, Jim. How about one in gratitude for what you said to the kids for me," she said.

"No," I said.

"Jim..."

"Listen, woman, you know the deal. Tell buttfuck to go to hell and take his fucking job with him, and then maybe we might be able to do something. Until then don't waste my time," I said. I slid into bed and moved to the far side where I let the sandman take over.

The day was Sunday. I got my marching orders early.

"Jim, we have to go to a party tonight. You said you'd be my escort to these things if I needed you. Well I do," she said.

"No problem," I said. "Where to?"

"The Millers'," she said.

"What! Buttfuck's!" I nearly screamed.

"You promised, Jimmy," she said. "I'm holding you to it."

"Let me ask you, Mabel. Would it do any good for me to hold you to your marriage vows? They qualify as promises don't they?" She all but sneered at the analogy. Finally she just ignored me. "Are you taking me or not?"

"Why yes, dear," I said. "I keep 'my' word."

"That was uncalled for," she retorted.

"You can't be serious," I said. And I walked off. I was going to take her to the party all right, but I had my own agenda. It was going to be hosted by the man who was cuckolding me, but I didn't give a shit about that, I was looking at this as an opportunity. I was going to be talking to the man's wife, that is if I had the chance, and I couldn't foresee a scenario where I wouldn't. 

That the two of them would allow me to get that close to his wife was perhaps an indication of their confidence in themselves; their confidence was misplaced.

******

Mabel was beautiful. She wore a red sheath dress that hugged her curves exquisitely. She smelled great, her hair looked great. Her come-fuck-me heels were five-inchers; I actually got a hardon looking at her. The pearls she wore were real; I had given them to her on our first anniversary. They were a token of my absolute love and commitment. 

The ride over was quiet in the main. But I couldn't get over her wearing the pearls I'd given her on that long ago anniversary. I had to say something.

"I remember those pearls," I said. "I gave them to you on our first anniversary. They were given with all of the love I had, every last ounce of it." I felt tears well up inside of me, but I fought them down.

"They are one of the loveliest things I own," she said. "I remember when you gave them to me. I wore them to honor you tonight, no matter what you think."

"If you honored me at all you wouldn't be making me part of this farce, Mabel. But if you please, just don't run off and fuck him tonight, okay. If I can't have your love at least show me that small shred of respect and not humiliate me in public," I said.

She looked over at me. She wore an exasperated expression. "Of course there won't be anything like that happening tonight, Jim. His wife will be there. Oh, and I don't have to tell you to be careful what you say around her. I mean, if she divorces him, Jim, I'll be doing the same to you. Just remember that. Remember the children." 

Her playing the custody card really pissed me off. I turned to look at her. It was dark in the car. But, I am sure that she felt my stare.

She had to say it. "Jim, I know things are rocky for us right now. But, I am still hoping that in time you will come around, and we can be like we were, like we should be," she said. I was white knuckling the steering wheel. This had to end soon, this charade.

We arrived, and were ushered into the backyard where a substantial number of people were already gathered. The smell of the barbecue was enticing in spite of my frame of mind. I hadn't eaten since the previous evening, and the most primal of Maslow's hierarchical needs was controlling me. 

The voice behind me chilled me. "Hello, Jim," said buttfuck. "Uh—I hope we can start becoming friends tonight. It would be to both our benefits. I mean that sincerely." I turned and looked the man up and down. I was absolutely floored by the arrogance of his words. The two of them had to have planned this assault on my mind. They had to be trying to brainwash me. But the sliminess of it made my skin crawl. I turned away and meandered among the guests. I didn't know any of them. I didn't want to. Well, not until I met her.

"Hi, she said. "I'm Lucy, Lucy Callens. You're not from the dealership are you?"

"No, just escorting tonight," I said. I inclined my head to where Mabel was talking to a small group of young men. I wondered idly if she was trying to score, or if they were. I realized I really didn't give a fuck. I was there to see buttfuck's wife, and feel her out as to how to destroy the two adulterers if I could.

"Really. You seemed lost," she said. "Anyway, I'm lost and have no escort. I'm a long time college friend of Helen's. She said I might meet some eligible men here tonight. So far no luck though.

"Is she your wife?" she said. indicating Mabel across the yard.

"Yes, for now," I said. Now why did I say that? I didn't know. Yes, I did. I wanted to get to know this woman that I had just met one-point-three minutes ago.

"Really? Problems?" she said, obviously surprised by my words and unemotional tone.

"Big and bad ones," I said. "But, let me apologize. I didn't come here to vent. Like I said, I'm escorting her; we have kind of an arrangement."

Lucy nodded. "Well, then, why don't you buy a girl a drink," she said.

"Thrilled to," I said. She took my arm and led me toward the makeshift bar. I got my martini, she got a manhattan. We moseyed over toward the wall that separated the yards in the fairly upscale subdivision.

The yard was large and featured a small pool and sundeck in one area separated by a large grassy patch from the patio with its barbecue pit. I didn't notice it. But two sets of eyes were on us, myself and Lucy that is.

"I think they're watching us," said Lucy.

I had been so caught up in talking to her, getting to know her that I really had forgotten why I was there. "Who?" I said looking up.

"You're wife and our host," she said. "Is he the one?" 

"Huh? I don't know what you mean," I said.

"The one your wife is cheating with?" she said.

"Is it that obvious?" I said.

"It is now. Helen has suspected him of cheating on her for a long time. Now, we know with whom. 

"I'm a lawyer, Jim. I really am Helen's friend from college. We both got our undergrad degrees at Stanford. But where she got her M.A. in the History of Art from there as well, I went off to law school at Northwestern. We stayed in contact though. We're like sisters.

" Stanford, Northwestern: I'm impressed. I'm an engineer, Cal Tech," I said.

"Ooh, baby, now I'm impressed. Jet Propulsion Lab, JPL, and all that, right?"

"Right, but I'm into logistical engineering, not Space Science. You know, designing systems to get product to wherever as fast and as economically as possible?"

She smiled. "No, but it sounds impressive." Her laugh made me feel good.

"So what are your plans to handle your—situation, Jim?" she said. The conversation had turned serious.

"Attorney client privilege?" I said.

"If you hire me," she said. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a C-note. I passed it to her. She folded it and stuffed it in her bra. I smiled at that.

"Consider yourself hired," I said. "I want out of the marriage, but I want custody of my children, anything less is not an option. "I'll live with her, if I have to, for as long as necessary to make sure she doesn't come between me and them."

"Wanna meet, Helen?" she said.

"I certainly do," I said.

Halfway to the house, we were intercepted by Mabel. "Hi, honey," she said. "Will you introduce me to your friend?"

"Mabel, this is Lucy. Lucy this is Mabel, my wife."

"Can I borrow my husband for a moment," said Mabel.

"Certainly," said Lucy.

Mabel led me to the edge of the patio. She was smiling to beat the band, but her words were a warning. "Remember our deal," she said. "No naughtiness on your part tonight. Are we clear?"

"We're clear. But you're talking to all of those men. Certainly I can talk to people too, right. You even said that I should look elsewhere if I wanted or needed relief, right?" That stopped her.

"You're looking to bed her?" said Mabel. "She's at least five years older than you. Find someone younger for goodnessakes."

"Oh, I get it. I can have a woman on the side, so long as she meets with your approval. I guess, you really do think you have me by the balls, don't you," I said, as sarcastically as I could. "Oh, please tell muh missy, when is duh massa gonna free the slaves?"

She shot me a searing look and walked off. I watched as I saw her sidle up to Dutch. He looked at her, looked around, and shooed her away. It was clear he didn't want any complications tonight. I had to smile at that. It was a small victory for my side, but it was a victory nonetheless.

Having rejoined Lucy we headed into the house, into the kitchen. A handsome woman ten years my junior was mixing some more salad. 

"Helen, I have a friend for you to meet," said Lucy, as she presented me to the other victim of my wife and her husband. "Helen this is Jim Layton. His wife works for your husband, and oh, sleeps with him."




Jimmy and Mabel



Her eyes darted in my direction, but she remained calm. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing. "I take it you're not happy with the situation either," she said. She was not smiling, but she was under control. I sensed that she was a strong woman, and totally the superior of her "worser" half.

"You take it right. But, I can't do much until and unless I can get full custody of my babies. I will not let her have them in any possible scenario," I said.

"I see. And if I divorce shithead; then, she'll divorce you and take the kids, and so we have a problem to solve. Is that it?"

I was more than a little surprised at the quick wittedness of the woman. Buttfuck should have been thrilled to be hers instead of fucking other men's wives and risking losing her. "Yes, that's about it," I said.

"Well, we've got time, and I have some other issued to resolve myself before I lower the boom on him. Why don't we talk about how we might be able to kill two birds with one stone," she said. "I'm sure you already know that Lucy is a lawyer and a good one, and she has influence. We can find a way that will satisfy both of us, I'm sure."

We talked for some little time. But, Lucy and I had to get back to the party before the two bad people decided that they had miscalculated.

Back in the yard, we headed for the barbecue to get ourselves a couple of plates. We hadn't been noticed. Lucy and I ate and talked about everything; everything that is, except the problem. She was a mesmerizing woman. At one point, Mabel actually joined us and all was lovey-dovey and pleasantries; it was surreal.

Lucy and I hit it off. Nothing sexual or anything, but we were comfortable with each other. The good news about that was it apparently pissed my wife off. I guess nominally allowing me to find a woman on the side and experiencing the reality of same was not the same. I was actually looking forward to seeing what was going to be what when we got home. I was certain I was in for the third degree.

I was disappointed. She never even mentioned Lucy. I wasn't sure whether that was a bad or a good thing. I didn't push it.

We went to bed. She offered herself; I turned away. A little while later, I felt rather than heard her sniffling. I felt nothing for her.

******

It was two weeks later that I decided to call Lucy for an appointment. The night of the party she had given me her card. It was time to use it.

Her office in town was kinda far from my place of work and even farther from the house, but I figured that that was probably a good thing; otherwise, I might have been finding my way up her way to have lunch with her too often. I didn't need that particular complication in my life right at that moment.

"Go right in, sir," said the twenty-something receptionist. I went in and took the proffered seat.

"So, James, from your call I guess it's time to go for it," she said, setting the tone with that preamble.

"Yes. I have written up what I know about what she, they, have been doing. I also taped phone calls, and I've written down what the children have told me about, how shall I say it, her marginal neglect, if that makes any sense," I said.

"Okay, I'll take all you've got and start building the case. I won't kid you; it could be tough getting full custody for you. But, I have a PI I sometimes use. He can get us stuff that could likely be of benefit. How are you fixed financially? Can you afford him?" Over the next little while she laid it on me about the potential costs, my possible options in terms of the law, and the possible pratfalls that we might encounter if we got the wrong judge.

"Okay then, get your PI on the job muy pronto," I said. "Also, whatever else happens that I find out, I will deliver ASAP after I get it." 

"Good. What are you doing this evening?" she said, surprising me.

"Nothing special. Mabel's gonna be home. She let me know she would be. She's planning to go out tomorrow though, but I don't know exactly where. I think she may be meeting a couple of guys, brothers, for sex. I'm pretty sure she's already sampled them once, but I'm not positive. One of them's named Eric, I think. Hey, you might sic the PI on her for that one. I mean..." I said. 

"Already ahead of you there. Consider it done," she said, smiling. I was feeling good. 

"Anyway, if you're free, how about dinner," she said, "on me."

"Huh? Dinner? On you? Absolutely not," I said. Her face fell.

"I'm sorry, I thought that. I mean I am so sorry..." she started to say.

"Absolutely not; it's going to be on me all the way," I said. The relief on her face was palpable.

"Good," she said. "Wonderful." She took one of her cards and began writing on the back of it. Here's my address and cell. Seven, Okay?"

"Seven it is," I said. "I was thinking how Mabel was going to react to my telling her I had a meeting tonight. It was going to be interesting; hell, it was going to be fun.

******

I was home on time, and the kids ran to me. "Mom is cooking a big dinner for tonight, daddy," said Johnny. "My favorite, spaghetti and meatballs!" 

I laughed. "Well, good, I'm glad you're happy." Clara looked at me funny. I wondered if I was that transparent. I could swear the kid was clairvoyant.

Mabel came out of the kitchen. "Oh good," she said. "You're a little early. You can help set the table." I shrugged.

"Uh—not tonight," I said. "I have an impromptu meeting I gotta go to. Don't save a plate for me; it's a dinner meeting." The look on her face almost made up for all of the pain she'd caused me over the past few weeks. Almost.

"Meeting? You never have meetings on your job. What kind of meeting?" she said. She was obviously miffed. I think had I stayed that I would have been subjected to a full court press—sexually speaking. She was dressed awfully nicely.

"The same kind of meeting you have. I mean like your meeting last Saturday," I said. I could swear Clara was trying to stifle a giggle.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she said, heading out toward the backyard patio. I followed her out. 

"What's this about a meeting?" she said. "You got somethin' going on that I should know about?" Her arrogance was almost more than I could stand let alone believe. But, it was funny too, the hypocrisy of it.

"It's a 'my' business meeting, not a 'your' business meeting," I said. You got 'em; I'm gonna have 'em too. Anything else?"

"No, I suppose not. 

"Jim, I was hoping that well—I was going to try and make things right with us. I know you know I've been trying; you have to admit that. But, maybe I haven't been trying hard enough. Anyway, I was going to talk to you tonight. You know, try and maybe get you to understand what's in my head. How about it? Will you talk to me?" she said.

"Sure," I said. "But, not now. I have to get ready to go out. Tomorrow's Saturday, hold your thought. We can talk then if you want." I turned and headed back in. I could feel her eyes boring holes in my back as I went back inside.

I collected Lucy at seven on the dot. She was gorgeous. She sure didn't look five years older than me, as my wife had guessed, maybe five years younger. Well, a gentleman never asks a woman her age, not those who don't want to be introduced to mister frying pan at any rate.

Tall, maybe five-eight, thin, kinda like me. Her hair was the wildest red I'd ever seen and her freckles were actually beauty marks in her case. But it was the green of her eyes that anyone who met her would have had to notice first. She wore a billowing lavender dress and absolutely no jewelry of any kind. I learned later that not wearing jewelry was her trademark. It was her view that decorations belonged on Christmas trees, not people. I found that interesting, no, intriguing.

Seated, she wasted no time. "So, how did she react?" said Lucy.

"Huh?" Who?" I said.

"Your wife. I mean to you having a date tonight," she said.

"Oh, well, I told her I had a meeting," I said. "She didn't buy it of course, but that was just too bad. It doesn't even begin to make up for what all she's done to me."

Lucy smiled. "I see. 

"Jim, you're not out with me just to get a little revenge on her, are you?" she said.

"Heavens no. I am out with you, apart from your obvious beauty of course, to have a nice, long, leisurely evening with a very interesting lady. 

"But, Lucy, I have to ask, why are you out with me? I'm not all that great looking, my dazzling personality notwithstanding," I said. She actually snickered.

"Men! As a group you guys really aren't very bright, I have to say. 

"Jim, I am out with you because you appear to me to be excellent husband material." That I was stunned by the sheer forwardness of her words would be somewhat analogous to observing that the German army had had a little problem at Stalingrad!

"Huh?" I brilliantly retorted.

"I say what I think, Jim. Always have. Your marriage is on the rocks and you're hurting. I will not be taking advantage of you; and I won't let you take advantage of me. But, if you're interested, I am too.

"And Jim, I'm forty-five years old. And while I'm not exactly in a hurry, I'm not in a position to be wasting valuable time either," she said. Interesting, Mabel had pretty well pegged her age, but she was only three years older than me, not five.

"Jesus," I said.

She continued. "You know, when I first saw you that night at the party, I kinda figured you wrong. You seemed like a guy who was lonely. That's initially why I came on to you. Of course after we talked, I realized you weren't lonely; you were hurting. There's a difference, not a big one but a difference nonetheless."

"Lucy, that is the most unbelievable spiel I have ever heard in my life. But, since you put it out there like that. I was figuring on coming on to you at the party too, I mean as soon as I saw you.

"And as for being husband material. I could hope to be nothing more. As for actually getting married to you; well, there are the little matters of a divorce that needs to wend its way through the legal system, and also the little matter of us working to see if we really could make it together.

"However, if first impressions mean anything, I figure to be yours, if you do indeed decide you want me, in six to twelve months that is if there is a god," I said. I swear her smile lighted up the room. I felt good. Mabel was far from my mind. In fact, if someone had mentioned her name to me at that moment, I think I would have asked, "Mabel who?"

I got home at around ten o'clock. The kids had only been down for a little while. Mabel was waiting for me. She seemed glad that I wasn't getting in late. But she was walking on eggs.

"How was your meeting?" she asked.

"Not bad, mostly talking," I said.

"Care to talk about it?" she said.

"No," I said. That obviously did not sit well with her.

"Do I know her?" she said.

"Told yuh, I don't want to talk about the meeting," I said. She just stared at me and let it drop.

"I'm going to bed," she said. "Care to join me?" Her final four words were said very softly.

"I'll be up in a little bit," I said. I was wondering if I was going to get the full court press tonight. If there was one thing I could say about Mabel in these troubled days, she was nothing if not unpredictable.

******

I did not get the full court press, but she did surprise we with a kiss on the lips. I think if I had wanted it, she would have spread her legs for me; in fact, I was sure she would have. But, she wasn't pushing it. 

The kids were playing in the yard with a couple of neighborhood kids. It was warm out there, but they had evidently found a spot under our big 'ole elm tree that seemed to do for them. They each had a soft drink that they had scarfed from the frig in the garage.

"Jim, can we talk now?" she said, as I sipped my third cup of coffee of the day.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "But, I'm telling you up front, Mabel, you've got me by the balls, but I will not willingly accept another man's cum being in your pussy while I'm alive. Not ever."

"Jim, you've got it all messed up in your head. It's nothing but a kind of emotional release for me with him. I don't love him. He gets his rocks off; I get mine off; he's says goodbye; I say goodbye, and we forget about each other until the next time. That'd all it is. His wife doesn't do it for him..."

"And as you've informed me I don't do it for you," I said. "Do you have any idea how humiliating it was for me to hear that!"

"Jim, I fucking blew it when I said that to you. Isn't true. It wasn't true then and it isn't true now. I had my head a yard up my ass that day, and I..." she paused and then resumed. "Also, we, he and I, don't fuck all of the time; it's actually kinda rare, and you never get sloppy seconds or anything like that if you were wondering..." I butted in.

"How often?" I said. "How often does buttfuck stick his penis inside of you?" I said, my tone was cold.

"Jim, what does it matter how often? I..."

"I want to know," I said, interrupting her. "How often? You said we were going to talk. I'm not here to listen to a prepared speech; if we're going to talk, you are going to answer my questions—hopefully honestly."

"Maybe twice a week. It varies. Jim, I need more than you can give me. I'm not putting you down. And, I would love for you to take me, and take me often. Take me now. I was wrong before. I have discovered just how much I really do need you inside of me. Jim, I'm begging you. Fuck I wish I hadn't said all of those stupid things to you!

"Jim, I'm hoping that when we are done talking here that you will take me upstairs and fuck me raw. I need you. And it's not about any mercy fuck either, please believe that," she said. She's said it so sincerely, that not only did I believe her, but I think she had just discovered the truth of it herself. 

I was silent for a full minute. To her credit, she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and wait for me to form my response.

"You call twice a week rare? That used to be us; of course it's zero now, I mean for us. Did you consider our loving making a rare event?" I didn't wait for her to answer.

"Mabel, for sixteen years and more you have been the love of my life. But, now, after all of the things you have done to me, and continue to do to me, like telling me to deal with your adultery or leave; well, I just don't know if there is any love for you left in me.

"I have told you more than once now, that the only way for me and you to try and rebuild our almost totally destroyed relationship is for you to excoriate and dump buttfuck; But no, you are 'still' not only letting him fuck you; you are still trying to get me to accept it as being okay. Like you were playing bridge with the girls or something. It's not a card game, Mabel; it's the most intimate thing that a married couple can do. You're living in a stinking dream world; make that a nightmare world, and it's killing us. 

"It's you that has to make up your mind, Mabel, and make it up fast. There is no alternative. Think about it, Mabel, the clock is ticking."

I got up and walked out. The gauntlet had been thrown down. At that moment, I had made up my mind, that if she did as I asked, that I would take her back and we would go to counseling and work our problems out. Later I would come to know, to realize, just how far from any such thing happening we actually were. 

I turned to look at her as I left the kitchen. She looked frustrated and argued out.

******

I had to think about the kids. They came first, at all events, they had to come first. Both Mabel and Lucy had to understand that about me. I was their daddy, and I loved them fiercely and unconditionally.

On Monday work was slow. Good thing because I got a call at 11:13AM that chilled me.

"Mister Layton?" said the voice.

"Yes?"

"I'm calling from Mercy General, on ninth street. Mister Layton, your daughter is here; there's been an accident..."

"What!" The terror that instantly consumed me shattered my reserve. "How? When?..."

"Mister Layton, we need you to come down immediately, please," said the voice.

"I'm on my way." I yelled to my secretary that I would be a Mercy General and then I was out the door.

On my way, I called my wife at the dealership. The office aid said she'd stepped out at 11:00; she took my message. I was pissed. Where was she when our baby was in the fucking hospital! Angry didn't begin to cover it. But, I would deal with Mabel later. I left a message on her cell and another on the home phone just in case she was there fucking him. But, right now it was Clara that mattered; she needed me. 

My wife called me back at 1:45 from her workplace.

"Jim? You called? I got your message from the boss' secretary," she said.

"Yeah, well there's one on your cell too, and another one on the home phone. Where the hell have you been?' I wasn't being nice; I didn't feel nice.

"What's the matter with you? I called you as soon as I was free..." she started.

"Shut the fuck up and get over here to Mercy Hospital now! Clara's hurt, bad hurt," I hung up. At that moment I didn't give a fuck if I ever saw that woman again; I was certain she'd been with her lover. If so, she would be lucky to look the same by nightfall as she had when she left for work that morning.

Clara had been hit by a car when running after a ball that had somehow gone over the fence. She'd run out onto the street to fetch it when the car had come, witnesses said, seemingly out of nowhere, and she'd been hit. 

She had a broken leg and had lost a deal of blood. I donated on the spot and then been forced to wait. Mabel joined me a half hour after I'd hung up on her.

"How is she?" she said coming up to me and looking concerned. "And where's Johnny?" Well how fucking appropriate, I thought, she's genuinely concerned. 

"I don't know, she's still being operated on. The hospital tried to call you first, I mean before me, but they didn't have any more luck than I did. "Where the fuck were you!" I said. "And Rose is taking care of Johnny. Rose was our next door neighbor: sixty, living alone, and great at baking pastries and sharing them with us and other neighbors.

"I—I—I was working on a project with Dutch. It's not what you think—really. I do have a job..."

"Yeah, and so do I but they got hold of me in an emergency? Why was your cell turned off?" I said. I was not being nice, not at all. She started to cry. Well fuck her.

Finally, the double doors swung open and a doctor in green scrubs came out and up to us. "She'll be okay," he said. "You can see her in a few minutes. They're wheeling her in from the operating room now. She will need to be here for a few days, but I expect a full recovery."

I sagged down onto the waiting room couch. Mabel joined me. "Thank you doctor. How soon..."

"Maybe five minutes. Not long. The nurse will come get you both," he said.

The nurse did come get us. The meeting with my only half conscious baby was tearful and happy and relieved. Mabel especially bawled like I had never seen her bawl. I knew then that she'd been fucking her boyfriend; there was no doubt whatsoever about it, and the guilt was killing her.

******

I stayed in Clara's hospital room the whole day. Except for a brief trip to the cafeteria for some coffee and a couple of packages of saltines I never left it. Mabel left for about an hour. She said she had something to do, and it couldn't wait, but that she would be back shortly. I didn't even really notice her leaving. I didn't care.

The following morning, I called in to work and Mabel didn't, but she didn't go in either. We had barely spoken to each other since our meeting in the waiting room the day before. I, we, had been sent home after 8:00PM the previous night with Clara resting comfortably. 





Jimmy and Mabel



I had the feeling that Mabel had something to tell me, but I wasn't interested in anything but Clara, and Mabel had the good sense to realize that and wait.

I had a call on my cell. It was Lucy. I started to tell her about Clara, but she interrupted me. "Jim, I know about Clara, Marcus (the PI) told me. I have some things to show and tell; you need to see me as soon as you are sure Clara's going to be fine." I promised to drop by the next day.

Clara was feeling better and was more animated than I thought possible given the cast on her leg and her overall trauma. I sighed, relieved as I could be under the circumstances. I stayed until late afternoon. I wondered what news Lucy had for me; I was afraid I knew.

I was right; I did know. Lucy, as was her usual modus operandi, got right down to business. "Jim, she fucked them yesterday," she said. "Marcus got pics and sound. They're dead meat."

"Lucy? I think you've got your pronouns mixed up. Them?" I said.

"Yes, Jim, she was the centerpiece of a gangbang. Mister Miller and a couple of young guys. You were mentioned often, but not by Mabel. She tried several times to stop them from talking about you, unsuccessfully."

I stared at her in disbelief, but that's not right either, I did believe it. My hatred for the lot of them had reached celestial proportions. While my baby was in dire straights she was out banging the neighborhood. "Lucy."

"Yes," she said.

"File. File today. I want out. And get me custody. Nothing else matters. Get me fucking custody!" I got up and stormed out. I'd have to go back to sign papers and do all of the right things. But I had something else to do first, and it couldn't wait.

Mabel had not gone to work, nor had she yet spoken to me except for the most necessary stuff for the past day and a half. I assumed she had taken a few days off because of Clara. I was at least partly wrong.

I came into the house without even closing the door behind me. I hunted her down. "Where were you really while our baby was in danger," I yelled. She was sitting on the couch in the living room with a martini, apparently not her first, at any rate I assumed it was a martini. She'd obviously been crying.

"I quit my job. I cut if off with buttfuck too," she said. It was the first time she'd ever verbally insulted her lover in my presence.

"To answer your question, and I will answer any others you think to ask, I was fucking him and two other guys while our baby was in danger. That's why no one could get me on the phone. My shame will never die over this. I assure you of that," she said.

Too little too late, but she was leveling with me really for the first time. My emotions suddenly morphed from cold hatred to simple anguish. She didn't deserve any sympathy, but I could see she wasn't asking for any either. She was suffering in the depths of her very soul, suffering bad.

"It's too late for us, Mabel. I want custody. I will pay you reasonable alimony until you can get a decent job, but we're quits. You've sold us out to your lusts and there is no going back," I said.

"I know," she said. "I hope that at some time in the future, you, Clara and you, can forgive me—and Johnny too. I don't deserve it, but I will live in that hope anyway; it's all I have now." 

She was saying the right things. I would allow free visitation for her. But, any lovers she would ever entertain in the future were a non-happening. But, I knew for certain that that wasn't going to be an issue anyway. That was very clear to me from the way she was acting.

"I will be keeping the house, Mabel, because of the kids. I will give you fair value for your equity in it. That should allow you to find a place, I mean after you get a job," I said. "It's just a shame that it took a near tragedy like this to turn things around. 

"I have to say though, that what you were doing to me, quite apart from Clara's near death, was and is a tragedy too, albeit of a different kind. You should have woken up before this. There might have been a chance for us then."

She ran up the stairs. She had to be alone. 

The next day, at my suggestion she went to Lucy's office to sign the necessary documents. It spared her the embarrassment of being served. I had calmed down, and she was cooperating. The divorce would be final in six months.

******

The divorce underway and uncontested was a done deal. I helped Mabel move into an apartment near the junior high school that Clara would be attending next year and Johnny the year after that. We had agreed on the pickup and delivery routine for them with no problem. She would deliver them in the morning; I would take care of the pickup in the afternoons. They would visit her on alternate weekends as convenience and practicalities might dictate. Holidays we would work out later. I really had no objections to the children seeing their mother as often as each liked; kids needed both parents, and I was fully aware of that.

Mabel ended up getting a job at a local supermarket. She'd be making $14 hourly after a year's time. That, coupled with the usual union benefits had her pretty well fixed up financially. I agreed to pay her rent for that first fifteen months to give her the head start she'd need. 

I know many would castigate me for not slaughtering her for all she had done. My brothers in the military, if they knew, would already have handled the problem, and that summarily. But, that just isn't me. Too, she was the mother of our babies, and she was more than sorry for how she'd acted, and especially toward me, as it turned out. But there was still one loose end that had to be handled. Oh yeah, Mr. Miller had to pay. I couldn't just shoot him, although I considered it. Anyway, I knew that sooner or later an opportunity to deal with buttfuck would turn up, and it did: the day my divorce was final as it happened.

We were standing outside the courthouse, the final decree having been granted twenty minutes earlier. Lucy and I were in the tree shrouded parking area. We were talking. Our wedding, yes we'd decided on getting married, was a month away. "You know," she said, "Helen has found several accounts that at first she knew nothing of. Marcus has been doing some hunting, and good 'ole hubby has more than a hundred grand squirreled away. She's finally ready to dump him and rape him financially. I will be having him served Monday at his work. Helen wants it to be loud, public, and embarrassing."

I laughed out loud. "Good. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy," I said. I looked to the left and noticed Mabel coming out of the building. Six seconds later buttfuck emerged.

He was walking close to Mabel as she headed toward her car on the far side of the lot. She walked fast trying to nudge him away from her as she went, but he wasn't having any. He kept literally hanging over her little body trying to convince her of something.

I knew it couldn't be him wanting to get back with her. She'd made it plain to me that he and his were history. But, they were arguing about something.

"Lucy, look at that. I gotta go take care of that," I said.

"Jim, He's awfully big, be careful," she said. I smiled. One of these days these women of mine had to get it in their heads that 82nd vets were not to be fooled with—by anybody. Maybe this was the day.

"Yeah, I'll be careful," I said. I strode quickly to where her car was parked. I intercepted them just as they got there.

"Got a problem, buttfuck," I said.

"Huh? Oh, the erstwhile sissy. Tell you what cuckold, why don't you leave while your teeth are still located in your mouth," he said. "Go play with the other girls."

"Not real good at Biology are you, buttfuck. Let me guess, you were a 'C' student," I said. He snarled and stepped toward me. I backed up to be away from the car.

His self-confidence fairly glistened in his shiny pig face. Within range he unloaded on me. I let the blow land. I wanted the mark for when the cops showed up, and I wanted him to know his best wasn't "best" enough.

I stepped back once more. He'd stung me, but I'd endured worse. His second shot at glory missed by a country mile. I'd darted low and past him, and when he turned, he was greeted with a typhoon of mayhem. I wasn't counting, but I must have hit him with at least fifty blows to the head and body without suffering a single significant retaliatory blow; I wasn't even breathing hard. He sank like the sun in the west, first to his knees, and then into a semi fetal position. He was only half conscious. I took a knee beside his head and spoke to him in a low voice meant only for him and me.

"Never again come near either Mabel nor anyone else I know and love, or today will only be a prelude to a lifetime of truly untold miseries for you. Got it, buttfuck?" I said.

His eyes were rolling back into his head, but he spurted a single bloody syllable from his now swelling lips and mouth, "'kay."

I led Mabel over to the other side of the car to talk to her. "What did asshole want?' I said.

"Asshole? I thought his name was buttfuck," she said, with a half smile.

"Oh, well, asshole is his middle name," I said, chuckling myself at her attempt at humor.

"Oh, I see. Well, I told him inside that he had to tell his wife what we had done and beg her forgiveness. I told him he had to do it or I would. I gave him twenty-four hours. He didn't take it well," she said. 

"Hah!" I said, "Too late. His wife is already planning on having him served. She knows everything," I said.

She looked at me funny. "Really? I thought you told me you were going to leave it to God to punish him," she said.

"Helen asked me not to rock the boat. She discovered some things that needed doing first. They've been done. He's finished in more ways than one," I said.

"You're a pretty tough guy, Jim. I never knew," she said. "The Army?"

"Not just the Army, Mabel, the 82nd airborne; we are the best of the best."

"I believe it," she said.

******



Jimmy



"Umm, thanks for the dance, but, uh, I have to use the restroom," she stammered and hurried off the floor looking for Stephanie. She was not on the dance floor nor at their table. Well, perhaps she had to use the restroom. As Jennifer walked down the darkened hallway, she passed two girls giggling and overheard one of them say something about, "Yeah, she's getting hers!" Jennifer entered the bathroom. She immediately heard muffled grunts from one of the stalls. Stephanie wasn't in here. But, the grunts coming from the closed door piqued her curiosity. She removed her shoes and slipped into the adjacent stall. Setting down the lid of the toilet, she stepped up and peered slightly over the top. Her breath caught at the sight.

Below her was Stephanie. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, and pulled down from the top exposing her breasts. One foot was planted on the ground, while the other was hooked over a man's arm, her panties dangling from her ankle. She had one arm around his neck and the other was holding onto the handicapped rail for support. It was the man from the dance floor. His pants were around his feet and he was pounding a rigid six inch cock into Stephanie's sloppy hole. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and she was whispering.

"Oh God, fuck that pussy, baby. C'mon, I need this. Pound that fucking stick into me. Ram it in nice and hard!" He simply responded with grunts and repeated thrusts from his hips. Jennifer felt the electric sparks in her belly turn into static discharges. She shifted her weight from foot to foot to try and relieve the now burning ache from within.

"Baby, you gotta fuck that pussy hard. Just pound my hole! Beat it up! That's right, give me all of it! Pull out and slam it! Just slam it!" The man's thrusting and her urging continued on for several minutes, Jennifer slowly slid back into her own stall and seated herself. Her mind was whirling with the vision she had just witnessed, the pure rapture on Stephanie's face. Her ears echoed with the erotic dirty talk. Her stomach ached from the sounds of their mating through the stall wall. She hugged herself and slowly rocked. The itch was becoming unbearable.

"Shit, shit, shit! I feel it swelling! You're getting bigger, baby! You gonna cum? Do it, do it now!" Stephanie was now begging for release. Jennifer stood again to peer at what was happening next to her. Stephanie was now using her hand to hold the man's face so she could stare into his eyes. His thrusts had become ragged, no longer smooth, but hurried and disjointed. A low groan began from low within him. Stephanie let go of his head and reached down and began to rapidly rub her clit. Suddenly the man thrust deep and held, Stephanie's mouth opened into a large O as her leg straightened and her toes pointed. She began to shake as well.

"Goddamnit, you fucker, keep stroking me with that cock! Don't you fuckin' stop now!" He responded as if hit with a cattle prod. Short, deep, powerful strokes that lifted her off her one planted foot. Stephanie's head flopped back, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut.

"Almost there! Almost there! Gimme the cock, baby. Keep feeding me the cock. Almost THERE! ALMOST THERE! UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" Stephanie shook as if electrocuted. Her breath caught forcing her breasts upwards. The man jammed his meat as far as it would go and locked his mouth over one of her nipples. They both held on tightly as the shocks ripped through their bodies, muscles tensed in sexual release. Slowly, the passion began to ebb and he released her leg. She stepped back into her panties and pulled them up. The man lifted his trousers. Wordlessly, they smoothed out their clothes and rearranged their hair. Only the panting of their breaths could be heard. Jennifer slowly sank back to her seated position. The flame inside her had not died down, it was now raging for release. Tears of frustration began to appear, and she angrily wiped them away.

"Mmmmmm, thanks stud," Jennifer heard the sound of a quick kiss, "God, I needed that!" The toilet flushed as his condom was discarded. Jennifer listened as the door opened and the man snuck out. Stephanie went to the mirror. That's when Jennifer made her entrance.

"How COULD YOU!" she hissed betrayal at the woman. Stephanie was clearly surprised to see her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"How could I what?" Stephanie returned to repairing her lipstick, "I was horny and I needed a good fuck. What's it to you?"

"What's it to me? What's it to me? You know damn good and well that I have been dealing with these feelings all night. I've been using every ounce of self-control I have so as not to do something that I was afraid would cause you to judge me. Or worse yet, abandon me. And yet here you are, at the first opportunity, getting fucked while I'm left to squirm. No guidance. No advice. Just left dangling on a string! You, you, you BITCH!"

Stephanie finished her make up then turned around, a slow smile and a look of compassion on her face, "Baby, I can't help you with that. I already told you. Your sexuality is your own. You have to decide the kind of woman you are. I didn't lead you on at all. I am really just out celebrating with a friend and having a good time," she approached Jennifer and took her by the shoulders. She looked directly in Jennifer's eyes.

"I am a very sexual woman. I like it. And when the mood strikes me, I have it. That's just who I am. You must be who you are," she leaned in and gave her a firm sincere hug then pulled back to arm's length again. "This is where your own journey begins. Believe me, what happened over there was entirely for me. It had nothing to do with you. It can't have anything to do with you. Because I am NOT you."

"But, but, I-I-I don't know what to do!?" Jennifer half-cried as she looked at the floor.

"Sure you do. When the time is right, you will do it. No biggie," Stephanie let go of Jennifer.

"That's not what I mean," Jennifer's voice was low, barely audible, "I mean, well, I haven't ever done it. Not with a girl, not with a guy. I've tried on my own, but I could never quite get there. Something was always missing. I just, well, I don't know HOW to do it."

"Get the fuck out of here?" Stephanie spoke without thinking. Jennifer winced as if she had been slapped. "Oh, I am so so so sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just, well, I mean, how old are you?"

"30."

"And you've never....?" Jennifer shook her head, eyes still glued to the floor.

"It never crossed my mind that you were still a virgin. It really never did. Wow, I guess I have really fucked this up, haven't I. Alright, we will fix this. I promise," Jennifer looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't cry," Stephanie wrapped her arms around the shaken girl, "I've got an idea that maybe we can get you started in the right direction. The sound of a group of women entering the bathroom caused Stephanie to push Jennifer back into the stall. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She held a finger to her lips to make sure that Jennifer remained quiet. Then an idea struck. After all, she thought, she needed to know how bad things really were, right? She turned and pressed herself tight against Jennifer. Her hand gently reached under the black cocktail dress.

"I mean, did you see that really tall girl? Grinding on the floor like a slut up against Hal like that. I mean, really! She should have just fucked him right there if that's what she was after!" The voice sailed through the stall walls. Stephanie smiled into Jennifer's eyes at the anonymous girl's comment.

Jennifer was wide-eyed and shocked as Stephanie's hand searched under her dress. She reached down to stop it, but Stephanie just leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Shhhhh, relax. I need to see how bad your problem is." Her hand ran along the hardened shaft, Stephanie kept her eyes glued to every reaction from Jennifer. Nothing. Not a twitch. Not a shudder. Not a murmur. Her eyes didn't close even slightly. What the hell? Her hand stroked down to the two small spheres held tightly against her body. Still no response. Stephanie wondered. Her hand slid further down, between the legs, and traced the short little distance of skin to the back. Now Jennifer began to squirm. Could it be? Gently, Stephanie extended her middle finger and lightly tapped where the puckered hole was located.

It was as if Jennifer had suddenly put her finger in a light socket. She jerked. Her hands gripped Stephanie's shoulders hard. Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared and her lips parted to gasp in more air. Her knees went slightly weak. Stephanie was amazed at the response and pressed on the hole. She could feel it pulsating open and closed, seemingly trying in vain to trap the intruder and draw it in. There was heat. A lot of heat. Stephanie leaned into Jennifer again.

"Oh, baby. You got it bad, don't you," her voice low, purring. Jennifer's head shook rapidly acknowledging the discovery.

"Pleeeeeaaaasssseeeee," the pleading was nothing more than a hissing whisper in the air. Stephanie pressed her finger into the opening, sinking it to the first knuckle. Jennifer's pussy grabbed at the digit in hunger.

"I'm sorry. But you have to know this isn't going to help you," Stephanie slowly worked her finger in a slow stroke in an out of the hole, "this will only hold things back for a few minutes." She pulled her head back to look into Jennifer's now pleading eyes.

"You need cock. These fingers are only going to make the problem worse."

"Noooooo, plllleeeeeeeeaaasssseee," Jennifer begged some more.

"I'm sorry, honey. But you will not get relief from me. No matter how much I wish I could help. You need to be..." Stephanie leaned in so that her next word would be breathed directly into the woman's ear, "BRED!" Jennifer let out a whimper and bucked her hips trying to get more of the probing finger inside her. Stephanie removed her hand. The look in Jennifer's eyes, the desperation, the need, the hunger was heart wrenching.

"Shhhh, don't worry I'll take care of this," Stephanie barely whispered. She motioned for Jennifer to sit on the toilet and dug around in her purse. She extracted a pill bottle and extracted a single white sphere. "Valium, this will help. Just one. You stay here, fix your face, I will be right back." Stephanie whispered so the women outside could not hear. She waited at the stall door until they had finished with their gab fest and then slipped out. With a last look back at the poor new woman, she gave a quick reassurance, "don't worry. I'll take care of this. Trust me." Then she was gone.

In less than 15 minutes, she was back. The pill had begun to take effect. Jennifer felt a bit lightheaded, and the burning flame in her belly had calmed to a low roar accompanied by an ache. She could at least deal with this. Stephanie escorted her out of the club, put her in the car and drove her back to the hotel. Jennifer felt a wave of calm begin to seep over her. She didn't even notice that Stephanie was driving a tad slower than normal or that her eyes kept glancing furtively in the rearview mirror. By the time they arrived at the hotel, Jennifer was feeling the full effects of the tranquilizer and the alcohol. The gentle burn in her stomach remained, but it was comforting and not demanding as before. She hung on her guide as she was gently taken to her room. Again, her senses failed her. In a sober mindset, she would have noticed the unspeaking man who followed the duo: the same man from the dance floor.

Once in the room, Stephanie deposited the tipsy girl on the bed, who flopped down giggling. She turned to the man, "alright, Hal. You know the score. You wanted her, and trust me she wants you. Just go easy, k?" The man smiled and nodded. Stephanie patted his arm as she exited the room. Jennifer sat up swiftly as the words in the air sank into her consciousness. There he was: Blue Eyes! There was no thought, no analysis, just instinct ruled her movements. She was off the bed in a flash, her arms around his neck, her mouth pressed next to his. She ground her body against him as her tongue searched his mouth. He kept the kiss light, rejecting her attempts to lock onto his own gently swirling tongue. Slowly, he pushed her back. Jennifer whimpered. Her eyes plead silently. She reached for his shirt and feverishly began to unbutton it. He gently rubbed her shoulders as she worked. Once it was off, she almost ripped his belt and slacks to the ground. She saw the bulge, felt its heat. The burning in her stomach had returned. The ache was back, demanding, painful.

Again, he pushed her backwards until she was seated on the bed. He reached down into his pants, removed a small golden square package and a miniature white tube. He set them on the bed next to her. Jennifer saw his movements, but her eyes were busy desperately trying to catch his gaze. The meaning of his actions were lost on her. He approached the seated woman and stood between her legs, then hooked the waistband of his underwear and slowly began to pull them lower. Jennifer's eyes widened as his rod came into view. She reached up to rub his flanks and then leaned forward, mouth open. Closing her eyes, she locked her lips on the semi-soft head. The fire in her belly threatened to erupt. She closed her eyes and traced his member with her tongue, her mouth memorizing every feature, every ridge, the jagged vein running along the side.

Once all 7 inches of him were hard and jutting proudly from him, he pushed on her shoulders, lying her flat on her back. Instinctively, her legs opened and her knees raised. Her dress was forced to ride over her hips. Now she had his eyes, as she lay exposed before him. Inviting him in. Her need burned. He smiled gently, then reached for the package and ripped it open with his teeth. He sheathed his throbbing cock then squeezed the little white tube and rubbed the gel generously all around the shaft. Jennifer moaned as she watched the motion and reached for her knees to hold herself open. He dropped the package and tube. Then with one hand he pulled the lace panties aside. He looked down and saw the gurl pussy winking and pulsing. He touched it lightly with his other hand, spreading the remaining lube around the overheated hole. Jennifer moaned and began rotating her hips. Hal smiled and nodded. Jennifer closed her eyes.

Hal stepped forward and placed the head of his cock where Jennifer was desperate to have it. Her head turned and low moans began to escape her throat. He pushed forward, the head of his weapon spread her hole as the tapered point eased it further open.

"Yyyeeeeessssssssssssssssssssss," Jennifer's hiss slithered into the air. Hal pushed harder and the head slipped in, the hole closing behind the ridge. He waited. He could feel her inner walls gripping and releasing sporadically. He timed his pressure with every release. Slowly, he began to sink into her, the shaft sliding deeper as her passage allowed between clenches.

"UNNNNHHHH...OOOOOOOOOO...MYYYYYYYY!" Jennifer's response was forced from her as he finally used his weight to sink the last couple of inches. He seated his cock firmly at its base into her ass, his balls held snugly against her crack. He held still. The gurl pussy continued to tighten and relax uncontrollably. The burning in Jennifer's stomach now ignited. It felt as if a giant flaming butterfly had been released. Its wings fluttered along her abdominal walls and onto her sides.

"Sweetie," he spoke very low and calmly, "you have to control that. Can you do it?" His hand turned her face towards him. He locked with her eyes. She nodded in jerks to show she understood.

"Ok, when I push in, you relax. As I pull back, that's when you grab. Can you do that for me?" his soft voice suggested the instructions instead of ordering them. Again she nodded. He began to withdraw, Jennifer's head shot off the bed, eyes wide, her new found pussy grabbed hard. Her head shook from side to side.

"No no no no," she softly begged. Hal just smiled. He pulled back a few inches and stopped.

"Shhhhhhh, sweetie. Now relax," Jennifer concentrated and released her grip. It was not what she wanted to do. Her body wanted to hold on, keep him from pulling out, desperate to keep the feeling of being filled completely. But, instead of pulling further out, Hal pushed in. The feeling was intense, Jennifer closed her eyes and a smile crossed her mouth as she felt him plunge in deeper. Back where her fiery butterfly waited. Her head fell back and a steady moan left her.

It took her a few minutes to get the rhythm, but soon she understood. His rod would press deep while she relaxed, and then she could let go and allow her pussy to grab as it retreated. Flickering waves of heat caressed her sides and filled her vision with orange and yellow ribbons of light.

"Alright, sweetie," Hal spoke softly again, "let's slowly give you what you are after." He began thrusting faster. Harder. The butterfly flapped its wings furiously. Hal kept a steady paced for five minutes, then once again increased his speed. Now his balls could be heard slapping against Jennifer's ass. Something changed for Jennifer, instead of the furious sparks of heat, the feeling in her stomach became a steady liquid heat, sloshing continuously against her ribs then rolling out along her limbs, ending in tingles at her toes and fingertips.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!" the waves were threatening to overtake her mind. Her head rolled uncontrollably from side to side.

"Just let go, sweetie. Don't try to hold it back. Just surrender to your body." Hal's words were uttered soothingly. "There ya go, see?" Jennifer looked into his eyes, but they were looking down between them. She followed their gaze. Her oversized clitty had begun to leak a clear fluid.

"You're almost there, just sink into it!" Hal looked back into her eyes and smiled. She felt his cock begin to swell as it continued to ram in and out of her warmth. The effort of control was creating sweat beads on his forehead. She wiped them away with her hands as he suddenly plunged viciously into her. His deep strike sent the molten lava in her stomach spilling out along her skin. Her legs shot out of her hands. She reached out to grab the bed spread, her toes curled and released involuntarily. He pulled back and jammed deep again. The searing heat inside her hadn't even reached the end when this push caused a second wave to follow the first. 

"OH GOD, SWEETIE!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!!!!" He bellowed. Jennifer's legs were now shaking. Tremors ripped up her spine. Then it happened. It came in a rush. An explosion behind her eyes. The heat waves turned into a giant ball of fire that pinged out of her center. Her muscles flexed without her knowledge. Her hips quaked. Her head thrashed back and forth. She kept trying to breathe, but found she could only inhale. She felt the intruder in her newly discovered pussy grow in size. Then she felt a warm splash on her face, and what felt like a steaming hot line against the skin of her belly.

As Hal's cock belched hot semen into the condom, he looked down and watched as the T-Girl's oversized clitty fired a rope of cum onto the woman's face. A second string erupted onto her stomach. Every thrust he made into her brought forth more gooey white cum from her. He kept pounding, his nut expended, but his cock still hard. She thrashed beneath him. Her legs flailed. And still, the gurl clit kept letting loose with small bursts of white release. Hal kept at her until her discharge changed from milky white to clear. He didn't stop until nothing remained except the involuntary pulses. He slowly came to a stop. Jennifer was gasping for air, her hands still entwined in the bed covers, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, chest heaving. He pulled out and removed the condom. She pulled her legs up and rolled onto her side. He collapsed next to her feeling the sweat beginning to cool on his skin.