Apertures

Apertures
By: guesde (guesde1975@hotmail.com)

My name is Sullivan Lee and shortly after I turned eighteen I became a man. Becoming a man had nothing to do with my age - that was just coincidence. It could have happened when I was younger or when I was older. It just so happened that when I became a man I'd just turned eighteen.

At the time I'd been working at O'Grady's garage, the only garage in our small town of Two Creeks, for near on three years. I was a mechanic. Floyd O'Grady owned the garage where I worked and after who the garage was called. Some people thought the garage should have been called the Two Creeks garage after our town, to be civic like. But Floyd, the only adult I ever called by their first name, said O'Grady's sounded just fine.

Floyd and I didn't talk much and that suited me good. Since if he wasn't talking to me that must've meant I wasn't doing nothing wrong. I didn't know much about him and almost never saw him outside the garage. Which was no mean thing in a town as small as ours. In three years we'd never mentioned anything but cars to each other.

It was just me and Floyd fixing the cars and pumping the gas. Mrs. Shaw came in every Friday to do the books. Sometimes on a Monday as well if she hadn't finished what she was doing the Friday before. Floyd always said that Mrs. Shaw was a lifesaver since he'd never had no head for figures. Later I thought about that and laughed to myself since I couldn't imagine Mrs. Shaw jumping in our creek to save no one.

Mrs. Shaw was married to Mr. Shaw the town councilor. Mr. Shaw and his wife were proper people. Attended church on Sundays and were always dressed in their best. Mrs. Shaw was a fine woman and Mr. Shaw was a fine man. That's what people said and I saw no reason to disagree. They were the kind of people you called Sir and Mam even when you were older, like my Ma and Da always done.

Mrs. Shaw was right kind to me at work. She was what I reckoned our Reverend would have termed a charitable person. Always asked me how I was and how my mother was and how I was enjoying my work. I didn't like work, never had and never would, although I was always careful not to let on to nobody about it. There was nothing much that could be done about not liking some things. It was just feelings you put away and didn't think about much after you had em.

Ma only worked at the local guest house part-time, and she'd needed wages from me since the time my Da left when I was fifteen - left this earth that is. That's what Ma always said at the time and afterwards - 'Your Da's left this earth'. I knew at the time it wasn't true because there was no where else to go and nothing I'd learned since had changed my mind. I didn't know where he'd gone but it was to no place else. Of that I was sure. I thought that people thinking there was somewhere else to go after you was gone was a product of fear. And I thought that fear was just something you had to learn to live with. It didn't matter much since without Da's wages Ma couldn't pay the rent so something had to be done. The only job going was at the garage. So I left school and worked there. And I never complained about it. Didn't really seem reason enough to in the end.

Ma and I lived together on the same street as Mr. and Mrs. Shaw tho' no two houses could have been more unlike. Ma always told me to be polite to Mrs. Shaw since she deserved it - always having been kind to my Ma and because Ma said Mrs. Shaw never being able to have kids must have made her broken-hearted. Ma knew about things better than I did. So I was always polite to Mrs. Shaw.

I was thinking about what my Ma had said one Friday afternoon when Mrs. Shaw came up to me after work and asked me whether I'd mind coming around the next day to fix her back tree for her. Apparently it had some dead branches on its trunk that one day might fall on her or Mr. Shaw's head. It wasn't such a funny request since I'd done such like for Mrs. Shaw over the years. If I hadn't been doing that I'd just have been penciling away somewhere on my own.

That's what I did mostly when I didn't work - draw. Drawing kept my head straight. I didn't have no one I'd call a friend. So I had to find something to do on my own and drawing seemed just the thing. I had a mind for it to. Just like Floyd had a mind for fixing cars and Mrs. Shaw for numbers.

I walked home on that Friday as usual, thinking how strange that fixing cars never seemed to pay enough to have one. When I got home I found I didn't have my key with me and that Ma had already left for work. It was only early and she wouldn't get home til later.

So there was nothing much to do for it but sit there outside the house. There was no use breaking a window just so I could sit inside and there was no place else to go. When you couldn't do nothing else you just did what could be done.

I'd barely sat down before Mrs. Shaw came past.

'Lovely evening isn't Sullivan,' she said.

'Yes Mam it is.'

'A nice evening to be passing the time outside,' she said as she lifted her head to look at the sky.

'It is Mrs. Shaw, and that's lucky for me, since I've got no choice in the matter right now.'

'Why's that Sullivan?'

'I'm locked out Mam. I forgot to take my key with me this morning and Ma's away at work now. Which means I don't have no choice but to be sitting out here. And that's no bad thing as you said. Since being out here is alright on a night like tonight.' I said it like those was the facts and I was happy with the facts the way they were.

'I suppose you have not had any dinner,' Mrs. Shaw said then with sympathy in her voice.

'No Mam. But there's bound to be tea inside for me and it won't get any colder now.'

'Well Mr. Shaw's away at the moment. Why don't you join me for something to eat?'

'That doesn't sound right Mam, you going to that trouble. I can wait. Seems right since I was the one who forgot my key.'

'But you can't sit out here on this porch all night. What would your mother think if I'd not invited you in? You might catch cold.'

It seemed there was no shaking Mrs. Shaw off.

'Mam that's very kind of you. I could do with wetting my whistle some. And it seems it wouldn't be putting you to too much trouble if I just had a cup of coffee.' A man's job in life was to create as little trouble for others as was possible I thought.

'No Sullivan it wouldn't be any trouble at all.'

I'd never seen inside Mr. and Mrs. Shaw's house, although I'd seen it near on every day of my life. Never seen what was behind the white front door with its black border and its fancy knocker. Plenty of people speculated mind. I knew that those who did hadn't never been there though. That's another thing that Ma taught me. Those who said things about people didn't really know things about em because if they did know things they wouldn't say em. She said those who said things about people were really in the end saying things about themselves, especially when they was saying things you shouldn't say about nobody.

There was nothing much to tell about the inside of Mr. and Mrs. Shaw's house. Nothing much that I could see anyway. Not that I saw all of it mind. In what Mrs. Shaw called the sitting room - the place where she told me to go while she was making the coffee - there was nothing much that seemed worth mentioning to others. It was different that was true and I'd never seen the like of it before but that didn't mean it was worth telling no one about. Plenty of things that I'd never seen before that it weren't worth wasting breath on. The sitting room had a low table in front of a set of matching double chairs. There was magazines on the table, pictures on the walls and a cabinet in the corner with all sorts of things in it - cups and glasses and plates. No. I'd never seen the like of it. But I'd never seen the like of much.

It was only after I'd been sat down on the sofa for a little - staring up a picture of horses with real long bodies and thin men sitting atop them - that I realized I probably shouldn't be sitting here in the clothes I had on. True I'd changed out of my greasy overalls at the garage and put back on the clothes I came to work in each day. Still didn't seem right to be sitting on such a lovely soft thing with my old pants on. Not that I had any other pants mind.

When Mrs. Shaw came back in the room with the coffee I was standing in front of the seat she'd told me to sit in. Standing there like I was out of place. Which I was. I didn't no what to do with my hands or my legs - I didn't want to stand still since that might mean I'd leave a sure print on Mrs. Shaw's spongy carpet but not wanting to move around just in case I spread the dirt all over. In the end I just stood there not knowing what to do. Stock still like, with my mind racing in indecision like a moth round a light.

'How rude of me Sullivan. I should have shown you the way to the bathroom so you could wash up.' Mrs. Shaw quickly put down the tray with the coffee on it and walked out of the room talking all the while.

'It's through this way Sullivan. Just follow after me.'

I did. I followed even though my legs didn't feel like going nowhere.

I made the most of me that could be done with some soap and a tap and then returned to the sitting room. Mrs. Shaw had just poured the coffee.

'Sit Sullivan. Sit. We'll have a talk and a cup of coffee.'

Just like everything else that Mrs. Shaw asked me to do - I did. Through the first cup of coffee we talked about work and about my Ma and about the town where we lived. It was what was called conversation that we had. Everyday things but said in such a way that wasn't so much everyday as forced a bit. That's what I reckon conversation was. Things you wouldn't normally say about things that happened everyday in a way you didn't ever say them.

Mrs. Shaw looked at me the whole time. That was another thing about conversation. Folks looked at you while they talked. That's why me and Floyd never had conversation. He was mostly under cars or over bonnets with his head among carburetors and head gaskets when he spoke to me. As I was thinking the like and answering whatever it was Mrs. Shaw asked me - 'Yes, Mam, my Ma is fine' and 'Yes, Mam work is fine' - she asked me a question that no one had ever asked me before.

'Do you have a sweetheart Sullivan?' Mrs. Shaw said it in just the way she'd asked me whether I wanted another cup of coffee - I'd said no since one seemed enough trouble and two too much.

'No I reckon not Mrs. Shaw. No I don't have a sweetheart and I've never had one neither. There's not much places.....'.

With no warning Mrs. Shaw got up from the sofa opposite me before I'd had a chance to finish. Maybe I'd said something wrong. She just stood there. I almost got up to go.

'Sullivan have you ever seen a woman. I mean seen a woman without her clothes on,' she said looking straight at me.

I didn't know the right thing to say to that. I had seen pictures of women without any clothes on before of course. Addy Fitzsimmons had given me a magazine the year before I left school with pictures of women without their clothes on. Not that Addy was any friend of mine mind. I'd taken them all the same but I'd thrown them away on the walk home from school. I couldn't fix on the idea of having them in the house what with Ma being there. I'd remembered those pictures though. Seen them in my mind times and times since. Before I could answer Mrs. Shaw said:

'Would you like to see me without any clothes on Sullivan?

I didn't know anything else to say but the truth.

'Yes Mrs. Shaw I would.' I didn't say it out loud of course. I just sat there mute. I was too mixed up in my mind to say I felt something but I thought I did feel that. Thought I'd felt that before. Seeing her sat in her desk at the garage or seen her in her backyard when there was a job to be done. I'd felt that before even if no feelings were clear to me.

When she started to unbutton her blouse I felt a bolt of lightning go through me. But it was a good bolt. Not one that left you without any feeling at all. It went straight to my quick that feeling. Faster than any feeling I'd had before. I moved in my seat.

Mrs. Shaw continued to unbutton her blouse all the way down - at times looking at me and at times looking at her hands doing the unbuttoning. That look she gave - up and down and at me and then at her hands - that look sent shivers down my back. Shivers that didn't stop there but went right on down below before they went out my feet. More shivers followed from where they came until I couldn't tell when one started and when one went.

'It's alright to look Sullivan. I want you to look.'

I did too although it didn't seem it was me who was doing it. I looked as she took off her blouse and I looked and saw her undershirt. It was like no undershirt I'd wore or ever seen worn. And I looked as she took off her skirt and I looked and saw her underskirt. It looked fine. Too fine to touch. She undressed in a way I didn't undress. It seemed practiced and deliberate. Like at times I'd looked at my own reflection in a mirror and done something I wouldn't normally do.

Mrs. Shaw took off her underskirt and undershirt and left them on the ground next to the rest of her clothes. She was now standing in front of me with just a bra on and her underwear. Though she had stockings on too. That wasn't a detail I'd likely forget. She was still looking at me but didn't stop undressing while she was doing it. She was smiling too. A nice smile but not the sort of smile you gave when you said hello to someone you knew in the street.

Her right foot was on the table now and she was rolling her stocking off down her leg. She did the same with the other. All that was left between her nude and me was her bra and her underwear. Shivers and bolts still came. They came harder and stronger with each thing she took off.

'I'm going to turn around now Sullivan.'

As she turned around she said, 'Do you like watching me doing this Sullivan? Do you like seeing me like this?'

Those shivers had my tongue and those bolts had shot my mouth shut.

Mrs. Shaw put her hands up behind her back to reach for the clip of her bra. The way she unclipped that bra will remain with me. I watched her put her arms forward and drop the hoops of her bra down the length of her arms. As she did that I could spy what came out the side of her chest.

And then Mrs. Shaw slowly took down her underwear.

She first lowered the back and then the front. Lowered them like that until I could see her naked and then she bent over to take them all the way off. As she did so her crack closed up tight and I could see the pink that was between her legs. That shaft of pink that stood out against the paleness of her thighs as her panties dropped to the floor. She rose up to stand out of her panties and the pink between her legs disappeared.

'You want me to turn around don't you? Tell me you want me to? Tell me what you want to see? Be honest Sullivan. Say the things that you want to see?' Even though she was talking with her back to me, there was a closeness and a vastness in her voice that I'd not heard spoken before.

Honesty was the only thing that came at the moment she said those things to me. I told her I wanted her to turn around so I could see her. I told her straight that I wanted to see the things that she normally hid behind her clothes. To see those things that normally jutted out from a woman's chest. Those things that you knew were there behind her blouse but that you weren't allowed to see or speak of. I wanted to see the flatness uncovered that was normally covered by her skirt and to see that flatness linked with her legs from top to bottom and I wanted to see how all those things joined up together. I'd never expressed nothing like that before. I'd thought but not spoken those things I said to Mrs. Shaw as she stood before me. Her back to me. As I said those things my eyes were fixed fast on her, roving - that was a word I'd heard used before that seemed to fit the movement of my eyes - across her nakedness from behind - fixed on her but within her limits roving all over.

'Sullivan do you want to see my tits and my bush?

No words I'd heard a woman said is what she said to me. She asked me to say those words to her. She asked me to say exactly what it was I wanted to see of her. So I said them. Automatically. Cause and effect. Just like when you put your foot down on the pedal and the car goes forward.

'I want to see your....'

Mind it wasn't me who said those words right then. Someone else was seeing Mrs. Shaw and saying those things to her. Someone I didn't know that well. Someone who'd not often before seen through my eyes and spoken through my mouth.

She turned around and I could see her front on. I would have liked to have drawn that. Her muscles flexed to turn but not yet turning. The viewer able to only imagine what might confront him had the drawer decided to capture the moment he drew only seconds later.

As she stood before me she smiled and asked whether I liked what I saw. I saw her all, front on. I saw what came out from her, those things rounded but flat and spread out across her chest like saucers come to three dimensional life. In the middle of those full-bodied saucers were two hard dark spots jutting out like bolts. She was shaped like the bell of our church. She was shaped in a way that made you want to stand before her and rub your hands down her outline. With your thumbs spread out to catch the bumps on the way.

From her middle her body moved out and downwards to the top of her legs. Cool and smooth - that's the way I would have described them. And if you looked downwards from her belly button you came to a sweet bush of hair. Unlike any hair I'd seen before it seemed almost tender. It abruptly gave way to lips turned on their side that almost hid a pinkness of a kind I'd not seen before. It was a pinkness that gave off light inwardly. The light traveling backward into the darkness of her.

Looking back now I know that I couldn't paint what I saw in that moment. I couldn't capture the lights and the shades of her. The humps and bumps of the landscape of her body. Not if I tried could I make its likeness appear on paper. I could have drawn the basics. Her hair - dark, wavy, like the ribbons that hung outside our general store, trailing upwards at her shoulders. I could have drawn the shapes but I couldn't have painted what I saw in her eyes when they looked on and through me. I couldn't have captured what I saw as her beauty. And I couldn't have drawn what she made me feel. What she made me feel in the pit of my stomach and downwards from there.

Still smiling she moved around to my side of the table which separated us and took my hand. Without saying a word she led me through the house to what was her bedroom - the one where she and Mr. Shaw lay down of an evening.

When she'd led me there she let go my hand and began to undress me. Removing my clothes one by one. Still she didn't speak. It was as if I was asleep standing up. Except as a dead weight I didn't resist any of her moves. I let her take off my shirt and undershirt and I let her undo the buckle on my belt and I lifted each leg as she drew down my pants and although I inwardly and outwardly trembled as she removed my under shorts I let her take them off to. She could see the way I felt. I wanted to place my hands over my nakedness but she'd already drawn them away from my side. Holding both of my hands she took me over to the bed. She let go and got onto the bed, motioning me with her right hand to lie down next to her.

Before I might have imagined Mrs. Shaw as a bad woman for what happened next. She was married after all. My Ma wouldn't have done the like and she was the measure of all women as far as I was concerned. And I would have imagined me as a bad person too for doing what I did. Adulterer was about the worse kind of a person a person could be in our town and I was about to commit it with someone. In fact so bad were they that I'd never known one. Just like I'd never known no murderers. They was people you heard other folks talking about not people you knew. Seemed that way to me anyway.

I didn't know much about right or wrong in theory. I knew that this in theory was wrong.

I trembled as I sat up next to her on the bed. My back rested against the pillows. My legs lay straight out before me. How I felt down there obvious to anyone who could see. At that moment a strange thought came into mind without warning as strange thoughts always do. The thought wasn't brought on by the lazy bark-like cry of crows outside Mrs. Shaw's windows or by the breeze that bustled its way through the trees in her yard. They was normal sounds. Sounds I'd heard and not taken notice of a million times before. No. What came upon my mind at that moment came from nowhere outside me. It came from down inside. The thought struck across my mind like a blow leaving my breath irregular. In fact it wasn't exactly a thought but a pulse. That pulse told me something about experience - that experience was something you made up after the fact because at that time you had no mind of what was going on. You were just being and it was only later that you thought that moment meant anything. At that time I was suspended outside of myself so that no words could be framed to explain what happened. That was the pulse. It was being outside your own mind with only the words you made up later to explain it.

I rested awkwardly down onto the pillow and turned to meet Mrs. Shaw's gaze which I felt even though I wasn't looking at it. She was smiling at me.

Still she didn't speak even though her hands were now upon me moving up through the tufts of hair on my chest and around my nipples which were stuck out like it was cold. Bumps appeared on my arm as her hand circled around my chest in long sweeps such that the arc of her circle ended up below my belly button.

'Do you like that Sullivan?' she said then breaking the silence.

I didn't really know what I felt to answer but I answered that I did. I was thinking about nothing at all and that was the moment - when my mind had been emptied of everything that normally cluttered it - that something else happened to me. I began to move and to act as though I knew what I wanted. As though this was as natural to me as walking and talking.

I moved onto my side and I began to touch her. To stroke her stomach, trace around the outline of the bones at the bottom of her neck and around her nipples and around the under side of her breasts and up to her shoulders and down to her wrists. I felt her tense.

'Suck them.'

Soft groans escaped her lips as my tongue circled her nipple and then my lips pressed down to embrace it. Softly I sucked on it. My right arm holding me up, my left hand of its own volition played with her other breast squeezing it lightly and then with more vigour. Harder groans escaped her lips. I bit down on her.

All of a sudden I felt myself against her leg. The sensitive edge of my smooth cock rubbing up and down her thigh. Her hand held me. Positioned me against her.

My lips had left off her nipple, and were now approaching her neck, my tongue licking over the bones at the top of her chest, and then up and over her shoulders. My cock brushed over her bush.

I clutched at her tongue with my tongue, let my tongue swim in her mouth, before my lips bit her top lip, my hands running down over her cheeks and through her hair. I was on top of her and my cock was running above her stomach.

Sullivan...'. Sullivan...'. She said breathily at those moments when my tongue withdrew from her mouth. 'Sullivan, I want you to touch me.'

I fell beside her. I met her eyes as they motioned downwards, towards her bush.

'Just with your finger. Just lightly. Softly.'

I spread my fingers through her bush. Then she took my drawing finger and placed it on a pink nub that stood erect at the top of her slit. She let go my hand and like I was drawing softly I brushed my finger across and around that spot for her. Softly. Like I held my pencil when I was shading lightly. I caressed rather than pushed. With every touch I could feel her jerk up slightly off the bed and take a breath in. Mrs. Shaw had grabbed my other hand and was sucking on my fingers, with my mouth I sucked again on her nipple. We both sucked each other. All the time my hard cock was pressed against her thigh.

Eventually Mrs. Shaw finished off sucking on my fingers. And then she asked me to suck her where I'd been touching her. She lifted her legs up and opened herself up. I put myself in front of her and she put her legs around my body as I sucked up and down her slit and over the scarlet nub that was hard. I licked inside her and sucked on her nub and kissed the lips of her slit. Then I felt her legs contract up and heard her shout with pleasure. She said a word that was never allowed in Ma's house. As her legs released their grip on me I licked up her wetness before she took my head and sat up and kissed me, her taste still fresh on my lips.

She let go of kissing me. It was a hard kiss. She pushed me against the pillow and began to jerk me off with her hand. Her lips rushed over and swallowed my cock. Took it deep within her. She sucked down hard on it, before lifting her mouth off while she jerked me in her hand. It wasn't long before I had exploded in her mouth.

I lost control. My knees came together, my stomach clenched up, and my hands pushed down hard on Mrs. Shaw's head. When I'd finished emptying myself in her mouth I lifted her head off me. Some of me was escaping at the sides of her mouth. I wiped it with my finger, making sure to catch it by curling it around as I cleaned. She took my hand, with the finger still pointing out, and moved it toward her mouth. With just her tongue out she licked my finger.

We rested after that. She laid her head on my chest and I felt a feeling of sweetness. And then she began to say things to me.

She told me she had watched me for a long time and she said how she had seen me grown up into a good man and how she had seen both strength and sadness in my eyes and she told me that she watched me at work and liked how I was. She told me she had noticed my body and that she had wanted to touch and feel my arms for herself and she told me that she had eventually desired me and then that she wanted me.

She said that what she felt for me was pure even if most people thought it wasn't. And she told me that her husband was a good man but that a woman didn't always want a good man in her bed. She told me that a woman needed sometimes to have something more than a good man and that it wasn't always nice and that was the way it was and that a woman wanted things she couldn't have most of all and that she wanted those things in her bed sometimes no matter what the consequences might be.

All the time she said these things to me she had her head turned to me as I lied there looking straight ahead listening to her. Her hand was running softly down my belly all the time and I found that I couldn't disagree with anything she said when she was doing that with her hand to me.

Eventually she stopped talking and smiled at me and kissed me.

She went to the end of the bed and she knelt in front of me backwards. She spread her legs a little wider and she asked me to lick her. She shifted back a little so her back view was right in front of my face. I moved onto my knees and pushed her forward. And I put my hands on each of her thighs and began to lick her between her legs. To lick her pinkness, being careful to lick softly over and around her scarlet node which was so sensitive to the touch of my tongue.

'Not there ... Sullivan. Lick me in the other place.'

She told me with her hips where she wanted me to lick her and kiss her. She spread her legs a little wider and I began to kiss her in that place in the middle of her cheeks. I licked up the length of her crack and she moaned. I put my nose against her and thrust my tongue in her as far as it would go. I could barely breathe. She made sounds I'd heard no woman make before.

Then she put her face into the bed and moved her arms around and opened her cheeks up as far as they would go. I then searched into her deeper with my tongue. I licked her. I kissed her. And I thrust my tongue into her. Into that place where she wanted my tongue most to go.

Eventually she turned around as though my doing that was causing her too much pain. She shoved me back onto my back. She put one of her legs on each side of me and began to kiss me on the lips. She was rough at first and then soft and then rough again.

As she kissed me, Mrs. Shaw rubbed her slit up and down and over my cock, making it hard and letting me feel in the most intimate way how wet my licking and sucking had made her. She continued to suck my face with her lips, making her tongue almost strangle my tongue. She slid herself over the rim of my cock, making sure its most sensitive part came into contact with her scarlet node which only minutes before I had mistakenly sucked.

Then I slipped into her, as if by accident. My cock fell upward through the flaps of her slit. As my cock pushed past up her slit it opened up into a pool of wetness that enveloped and swallowed it.

In the beginning she bucked up and down on top of me, letting her breasts fly into my face. The short-breathed noises she made came from deep within. She banged down violently on me and she slapped down against the top of my thighs and her legs gripped the side of my torso and her breasts danced up and down over her chest without sense of rhythm and her hands pushed down hard against my shoulders and her face was screwed up and red with exertion and her hair fell down loosely almost touching my face.

She made noises as she did that, like the sound a plane made when it crashed to the ground.

All the time, harder and harder, she pushed down on me. With each push she groaned louder, until she just said one word over and over.

Eventually I pushed against her, thrusting myself up into her as she pushed down on me. She leaned closer down toward me, letting her hard nipples brush against my chest. I lifted my hands up, pushing her back upwards, so I could rub them and feel them.

I pushed against her as hard as I could. She gripped and let herself fall down over me. Her hand fell down to her bush and she began to touch herself. She left her hand still and let her body move and up down. She kept on crashing down on me until I thought I might break her.

And then I finished. She slumped down on me and I feel out of her.

She moved down me and took my cock in her mouth. Licked me and sucked me.

We lay there together. Against each other but not talking for a time. Then I got up and she dressed me.

As I left I said thank you.

The next day I felled her tree for her.

Becoming a Slut Couple - George and Shawna chp.2

Becoming a Slut Couple - George and Shawna chp.2 [part 2 of 4]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

He leaned back against the headboard, propped up by pillows and tried to get into the book he was reading, but it just couldn't hold his attention. The question that Shawna had asked in the kitchen was still sitting on his mind. Was there a chance for them? Could he ever get by what she had done? He wanted to; he really did want to. He loved Shawna and he always had. He had loved her from the very first moment he had been introduced to her. She had been the light in his life for over sixteen years. For fifteen of those years she had been the perfect wife; all that any man could ask, wish and hope for.

He thought back to the day his sister had introduced him to Shawna. Shawna had offered her hand and as he had taken it he had felt a tingle, a little spark and he knew in that instant that she was the woman he was destined to spend his life with. He was stunned when Shawna had asked:

"Did you feel it too?"

He knew exactly what she was asking and he nodded his head yes.

"Am I missing something here" his sister had asked and he and Shawna had laughed.

From that moment on he and Shawna had been inseparable. They had dated for two months before they had slept together and like everything else about her it had been perfect. They each seemed to know instinctively how to touch, where to touch and what to do to bring the most pleasure to the other and that had not changed through fifteen years of marriage. Unlike some of their friends who had grown complacent as their marriages went on he and Shawna had kept things fresh and exciting and still had been making love three and four times a week. That is they had been until THAT night!

Her confession had crushed him. He had wanted to curl up and die. The enormity of it had stunned him. A quick drunken indiscretion he probably could have handled. He would have been angry and upset at her and probably even disgusted, but one time he could probably have worked through. He could see how, given her low tolerance for alcohol, that it could have happened. It would have taken some time but he did love her and he would have eventually been able to put it behind him. It would have been a long time, if ever, before he would have been able to trust her out of his sight at a party or similar type affair, but he would have gotten by it.

But how in God's name could he get by what she had confessed to? Why couldn't she have just told him about the first time and how sorry she was to have let it happen? But she hadn't just told him about the first time; she had told him everything! How many times and what she had done each time and how the hell was he supposed to get by that? What happened that night was bad enough, but three times the next morning? And while she was talking to him on the phone?

Now she wanted to know if there was a chance for them. He wished that there was. He missed her. He missed everything about her, but how could there be a chance for them when every time she touched him he saw an image of her on her knees taking another man's cock up her ass. An ass that she had never given him. How could there be a chance for them when every time he saw her with a phone in her hand he saw the image of her talking to him on the phone while the asshole she worked with fucked her from behind?

He loved her, God knows he did, but he just could not get by those images that played in his head. There was a way that he maybe, just maybe, could make it happen, but he could not bring himself to do it. It was his sister's suggestion. He and Marie were very close and he had no secrets from her. She noticed the dynamic between him and Shawna and she had asked him about it. He told her the story of what had happened and his inability to get by it and Marie told him that the answer was simple.

"Find yourself a willing woman and have a one night stand. Yours cancels out Shawna's."

"You make it sound easy, but that is just something that I can't do. I'm not that way. I'm married and to have sex with another woman would not be right."

"Well you have to do something George. You love her and everyone knows you have since the day you met, and what's more she loves you and you know it. Have you asked her why she did it?"

"I told you. She said that Glen took advantage of her when she'd had too much to drink."

"That's how it started George, but why did it continue? Why did she do it the next morning after the effects of the drinks had worn off?"

"Does it matter Marie? To me all that matters is that she did it. That's what I can't accept. A drunken one time indiscretion is one thing, but what Shawna did is more than I can ignore no matter why she did it."

"You have to do something George. You either have to forgive, move out or toss her out, but you can't keep going on the way you are."

"Toss her out? I thought she was your friend?"

"She is George and if you do toss her out I'll probably offer to let her stay with me until she can get set up some place, but you are family George - you come first. I don't know what George, but you have to do something."

Marie was right, he did need to do something, but for the life of him he couldn't think of what. He had thought about Marie's "one night stand" suggestion. He had even gone so far as to check out a few of the women at work and there were several who were sexually appealing. One night he had stopped after work with several of the people he worked with for drinks and a couple of the women had shown a little interest in him; nothing really overt, but he could tell they were checking him out. But every time he worked himself up to make a move on one of them he chickened out at the last minute. He just wasn't that way. He was a faithful husband even if it was to an unfaithful wife.

God, his head hurt. Every time he thought about it his head hurt. He put the book down and tried to go to sleep.

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"Good morning sexy lady."

She looked up from the spreadsheet on her desk and saw Glen standing there. "How about it" he asked, "Is today going to be the day?"

As she looked at him she thought of the way George had responded to her question the previous evening and she thought of the six months that she had hungered for George's touch, just the touch of his hand even, and the six months that he had given her nothing to hope for. She was a healthy woman with a healthy woman's wants and needs and it was now obvious to her that she was never going to get what she wanted and needed from George.

She looked at Glen standing there smiling down at her and expecting to be told to go away from her and leave her alone and she said, "Sure, why not."

She saw the disbelief on his face and he said, "You mean it? Today is the day?"

"I mean it."

"You want to meet someplace after work or can we leave here together and I'll bring you back for your car?"

"Neither. I have to go home first and fix dinner for my family. I'll meet you some place around eight."

"How about Bud's Bar?"

"No, I'm not interested in drinking. Let's make it the lobby of the Marriott. It will save some time if you already have a room."

"Eight o'clock at the Marriott it is" and he walked away whistling and with a smile on his face.

At the dinner table she told Sarah and Julie that they had to do the dinner dishes that night, "And make sure that you have your homework done before you settle down in front of the TV.

"Can you help me with my math homework" Julie asked.

"Your father can help you tonight sweetie. I have to go out for a while." She saw George look up from his plate and she looked him in the eye and added, "Mommy is going to visit a sick friend."

She was just stepping into a pair of high heels when George came into the room. "Do I know this sick friend?"

"No George, you don't."

"You need a short skirt and high heels to visit a sick friend?"

"He is very sick and he needs lots of cheering up."

"He?"

"Yes George, he!"

"Is it him?"

"What does it matter George? You don't want me. All you want is for me to be here and pretend that everything is fine so the girls will have a stable home life. I'm doing that George, but I will not spend the rest of my life living like a cloistered nun because you can't get it through your thick skull that I love you and want you. I've spent the last six months trying to show you how much I love you and want you, but I've gotten nowhere. The look you gave me last night when I asked if there was any chance for us showed me that you are never going to unbend so I'm done trying George. I'll keep up appearances for the girl's sake, but as I just said, I will not live the life of a nun. I'm yours George - if you want me."

He just looked at her and said nothing so she walked over to the dresser, picked up her purse and headed for the bedroom door. "Good night George" and she walked by him and left the house.

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He slowly came awake. At first he thought he was waking up from a wet dream, but as his senses came alive he saw the form bending over him and felt the mouth working on his cock. He utter a "Wha..." and started to sit up, but a hand in the middle of his chest pushed him back down and the form rose over him, straddled him and he felt his cock slide into a vagina. The mental fog dissipated and he realized that Shawna had mounted him. He felt her sliding up and down on his erection and he wondered why she was there. She knew how he felt so what was she doing? Unfortunately, she told him.

"Feel him George? He put his sperm in me five times tonight. He was a stallion George. The more he fucked me the more he wanted me and the more he wanted me the more he fucked me. He wanted me George; unlike you he wanted me. Notice how easy you went in George? He opened me for you George. That's his cum that lubed me up so you could go in easy. Do you like the feeling George? Do you like the hot, wet, slick feeling of sliding your cock in another man's juices? I can barely feel you George. He really did a number on my pussy tonight George. Did I mention that he did me five times George? God but it was so good. And orgasms George? He gave me so many that I lost count. Oh God George, just thinking about it is giving me another orgasm."

She screamed and her nails dug into his shoulders and her body shook in a way that he knew only too well and then she collapsed like a rag doll. She shuddered a couple of times, took a couple of deep breaths and then got off of him and off the bed.

He had been surprised when she woke him and then had been stunned by what she was saying. He had lain there and stared up at her in disbelief as she spewed out what she had done. He could not believe that she could do such a thing and he had just looked up at her while she had done it. By the time he had gotten a grip on himself she had gotten herself off and it wasn't until she got off the bed that he realized that she had left him there with an aching hard on and half way to an orgasm of his own.

She looked down at him lying on the bed, dick pointing up at the ceiling and said:

"You can take care of that by hand George or if you want you can follow me to my bedroom and ask me to help you out. I won't make you beg George; I should, but I won't. But you will have to ask me George" and then she left the room.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he screamed at her as the door closed. He remembered every word she had said as she rode him and his cock wilted and as it died he made himself a promise. He would go without no longer! Shawna wasn't going to be a nun? Well, he wasn't going to be a monk or a priest! To hell with being faithful to a whore.

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He was up and gone the next morning before Shawna or the girls woke up. He stopped for breakfast at the Village Inn and then went into work. As he passed through the office he found himself checking out the women who were already at their desks. Several of them were in the group that usually stopped for drinks after work and a couple of them looked up at him and smiled. One of the ones who had smiled was one of the ones who had shown some interest in him the last time he had stopped with the group. He planned on stopping after work and if she was there and if she still showed an interest he was going to do something about it. No more backing off; no more honoring his vow to the woman who had stabbed him in the back. Stabbed him in the back not once, but twice.

It was a rough day at work for him. He wasn't really able to concentrate on his job what with thinking about what Shawna had done to him the night before and what he was hoping to do that night.

Finally it was five o'clock and he saved what he had been working on and then backed up the days work (what little of it he had gotten done) onto the external hard drive and then shut his computer down. He hit the men's room and washed his face and hands and combed his hair and then he headed for Terry's Lounge.

He didn't see any of his co-workers there, but decided to stay for at least one drink and he grabbed a booth of to the side of the dance floor. The waitress had no sooner set his drink in front of him than the door opened and Marge, Brenda, Sally and Bill walked in. They spotted him in his booth and came over and joined him. Before their drinks arrived Beverly, Carol, John and Warren came in. Two tables were shoved together, some money was fed into the juke box and those who wanted to talk shop did while the others got up and danced.

He wasn't too sure of himself and he hung back and watched until Carol came over, took his hand and pulled him up from his seat.

"No wallflowers allowed Georgie; not when there are girls who want to dance."

She led him out onto the dance floor and since it was a slow number he took her in his arms and she moved in close. Carol was one of the women who had shown an interest and while she wasn't the best looking of the girls she did have the biggest tits and he was a tit man. Thinking of tits made him think fleetingly of Shawna. He was a tit man and yet he had married Shawna. She had nice tits, but they were not big and pillowy like Carol's.

As he steered Carol around the dance floor he wondered how best to make a move. He was over sixteen years out of the dating game and add to that the fact that every woman at work knew he was a married man. Not only did they know he was married, but they knew that in the nine years they had worked with him he had been Mr. Straight Arrow. How did he get around that now?

It turned out that he didn't have to. Holding Carol, smelling her perfume and looking down into her cleavage had given him an erection and as Carol danced close to him she had felt it. She looked up at him (she being 5'1'' and he being 6 ft) and asked:

"Did I do that?"

He looked a little sheepish and she asked, "Any chance I can have it Georgie? It is only fair you know. If you got it from me I should be able to share shouldn't I?"

He was way out of practice when it came to the game of seduction, but he wasn't stupid and he had just been given as open an invitation as he was ever likely to get.

"It is yours if you want it."

"Oh I want it Georgie; I most definitely want it. Two questions Georgie."

"What?"

"Do we have to sneak out of here? Do you care if we are seen leaving together? Secondly, since I'm assuming that we can't go to your place are we talking backseat, motel or my place?"

"Why three options? Why not just go to your place?"

"Backseat is quicker and motel is closer. Takes twenty-five minutes to get to my place from here."

"I didn't care for backseats when I was a teenager and I doubt that I would like them any more now. And now that I think about it I think motel instead of your place."

"Why?"

"A motel is like neutral territory. I think that is what I need for my first time."

"Your first time? You've never played around before? Honest?"

"Honest. I've been a good boy up until tonight."

"Then let us get out of here and to a motel Georgie and I'll show you what you have been missing."

There were several raised eyebrows when he and Carol left together and he smiled as he thought about how busy the office gossips were going to be the next day.

There was a Motel 6 three blocks from Larry's and he signed in and got a room. As he unlocked the door he wondered what Carol liked in the way of foreplay. It turned out that he needn't have given it a thought. She quickly stripped and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide.

"Don't waste time Georgie, just put it in. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

He told her it would probably be quick since it had been a long time for him and she had giggled and said:

"As long as it isn't the only time Georgie."

It wasn't. The first time was as quick as he feared it would be, but Carol had gotten him up again with a world class blow job and he had done much better the second time and still better the third time.

Carol was next to him, leaning on an elbow and looking down at him as she fondled his cock.

"So tell me Georgie, what made you fall off the wagon?"

"I didn't fall off, I was pushed off."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that the bitch I am married to decided to try someone else and then she expected me to live with it. And then since I wouldn't live with it she went out and did it again and then rubbed my nose in it."

"So tonight is a one time revenge fuck?"

"Whether it is one time or not is up to you, but no, it is not a revenge fuck. I just finally decided that I wasn't going to go without anymore and since I won't touch the bitch that meant that I had to go out looking. For what it is worth I didn't go into tonight expecting anything to happen, but I will tell you that I'm glad it did."

"I've already made plans to have dinner with my parents tomorrow, but I have no plans for the rest of the week or the weekend."

"I can't on the weekends. That is when I spend quality time with my daughters."

"Day after tomorrow then?"

"It's a date."

"Do we need neutral ground anymore?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. My place and I'll fix us dinner."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Do what? Fix us dinner?"

"No. Why get involved with a married man?"

"Simple Georgie. I like sex. I like having a man around sometimes. Sometimes is the key word here Georgie. I have been married twice and both marriages went bust. I found out that although I like sex and having a man around I am incapable of living with one. And it isn't just men. I tried sharing a house and an apartment with other girls, but that didn't work out either. I just can't live with anyone else without them eventually getting on my nerves. So, since I like sex and I can't get married I date and the men that I like to date are married and I like to date then for several reasons, chief among them the fact that they are already taken and are not expecting anything long term. Like you Georgie."

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The house was dark when he got home, but he had expected it to be. The girls had school in the morning and Shawna had to work so they would all be in bed. He moved quietly through the house so as not to wake any one and it wasn't until he was undressed and was ready to climb into bed that he had the idea. It was not a nice idea, but then what Shawna had done to him wasn't nice either. He needed some payback.

He crossed the hall to what used to be his bedroom and quietly let himself in. He moved over to the bed and carefully climbed on it. He positioned himself so that he was next to Shawna's head. She was sleeping naked on her back which is what she always did. He reached for the nipple of her right breast and started rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Her breasts were very sensitive and breast play had always been the way to fire her up quickly.

It took a minute or so until she reacted. Her body moved and she moaned. She slowly awoke and realized what was happening and she murmured, "Oh George" and he pushed his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and he pushed inside. She started sucking on him and he kept rolling the nipple and her body started to squirm. Her hands cupped his ass cheeks to hold him in place as she worked on his cock. He gave her about a minute and a half and then he said:

"Can you taste her Shawna? I came in her three times. Do her juices taste good? She wanted me to stay longer and do it some more Shawna, but I wanted to hurry home and give you a taste of her while she was still wet on my cock."

He pulled out of her mouth and got off the bed and as he was leaving the room he said, "Good night Shawna. Sleep tight."

He debated being gone in the morning and eating breakfast at the Village Inn or sitting across the table from her and glancing at her face from time to time as he sipped his morning coffee and read the morning paper. He decided to stay home. He was curious as to how she was going to take what he had done. He remembered her howl of outrage as he left the room. "You bastard! You miserable bastard!" she had cried as he closed the door behind him. She apparently didn't like the shoe being on the other foot.

He had the coffee made and was sitting at the table working on his second cup and reading the sports section of the paper when she came down. It would be another twenty or thirty minutes before the girls would get up so they were alone. Shawna poured herself a cup of coffee and then sat down across from him. She stared at him in silence as he read the box scores from the previous day's games and then she said:

"I want to thank you for last night George."

He looked up from the paper and asked, "For what?"

"For setting me free George. After last night I know that we are dead. I know that there isn't any hope for us now and I can get on with my life. I can put an end to trying to get you to come back to me. You aren't coming back and I know that now."

"What does last night have to do with it? You knew, or should have known, that when you woke me up the other night you killed any chance there might have been that I would come to forgive you. The first time was bad enough Shawna, but after the other night? No way in hell!'

"Nothing happened the other night George. I went out to pick up a man and get myself laid, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I called Marie and asked her to meet me for drinks and conversation. All that I had in me when I came to you in the bedroom was a pussy full of KY."

"I'm supposed to believe that?"

"Call your sister and ask her."

"Why would you do that? Load yourself up with lube and then tell me that it was another man's leavings?"

"Shock value George. I was desperate. I wanted you back and nothing that I did was getting me anywhere. What was supposed to happen, what I hoped would happen, was that when I got off the bed and left the room leaving you all hot and bothered you would come after me. You were supposed to yell at me that I couldn't just leave you like that. We would make love and then I would tell you the truth about the night with Marie and we would fall asleep in each others arms. Stupid idea looking back on it now, but as I said, I was desperate. I hoped that by pretending I had been with some one else would make you jealous and make you want to fight for me. Like I said, a stupid idea, but what the hell, nothing else I tried had worked. I loved you George and I desperately wanted you back in my life."

She glanced at her watch and said, "Time to get the girls up" and she got up and left the room.

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As he drove to work he wondered how a woman, a usually smart woman, could possibly think that telling her husband that she had just come from fucking another man and then rubbing his face in it could make him want to fight for her. But then he thought was it really so far fetched? He had almost gotten up and followed her. What would have happened had he done it? Could it possibly have turned out the way she had hoped? Was she telling him the truth? She had to be. She knew he would call Marie and ask. Besides, she had never lied to him before. She had even told him everything about the night she had screwed up and if she wouldn't lie about that, why lie about going out with Marie? He would have to call Marie. If what Shawna told him was true could he finally get past what she had done the night of the party? Would the hours that he had spent with Carol do what Marie had suggested? Would his screwing Carol cancel out Shawna screwing the guy the night of the party? He loved Shawna and he knew it, but he had just not been able to get by what she had done the night of that stupid party. Now that he had spent some time with Carol were they really even? Had one offset the other?

She watched him as he backed down the driveway and thought about what she had just done. She had lied to George for the first time since she'd met him. She thought back to the night she had left the house to meet Glen. He had been waiting in the lobby of the Marriott and they had gone straight up to the room that he had already arranged. There had been no preliminaries, no foreplay; they both knew why they were there. Just strip, get on the bed and fuck.

Glen had fucked her hard and she'd had orgasm after orgasm until he finally came in her. He pulled out and she scrambled for his cock and sucked it into her mouth and in minutes she had him hard as a rock. She turned and got on her knees and elbows and he laughed and said:

"I knew you were a nympho and I knew I was going to fuck you again."

"Just shut up and do it" she had cried and he had driven his cock hard into her. She had three more orgasms before he came in her and pulled out. Once again she had gone for his cock and had gotten him up again and then he had put her legs up on his shoulders and fucked her hard and she'd had orgasm after orgasm until he finally came. He started to pull out, but she had clutched at him and had tried to pull him back in. He laughed again:

"Oh yeah baby, I knew what a hot bitch you could be. You were a slut just waiting to be set free."

He reached for the bedside phone and punched in a number. "Who are you calling" she had asked. "A friend of mine. I'll get him up here to help me out. Between the two of us we should be able to give you all that you need."

"Hang up that phone. I am not going to get involved with a stranger."

"Okay, no stranger. I'll call one of the guys from work. Some one who won't be a stranger. Got a preference?"

She got off the bed and started dressing.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you you fucking asshole."

"Oh come on Shawna. You like to fuck and you like being bossed. I saw that the first time. You have a bit of the submissive in you and you like being taken and told what to do. Now get those clothes off and get your ass back down on that bed."

"Fuck you Glen" she said as she walked out of the room.

By the time she got to the lobby she had realized that the evening had been a bad idea to begin with. Oh she had needed the fuck that Glen had just given her and if he hadn't been such an asshole she would have stayed in that room with him and fucked him all night. The sad part was that she didn't want Glen, she wanted and needed George, but she needed sex and George wasn't having anything to do with her. And after what she had just done there was no way he ever would have anything ever to do with her ever again unless....unless she could convince him that nothing had happened, that she was just trying to shock him. But how to do that?

She had called Marie and had asked for help. She asked Marie to join her for drinks and Marie had agreed to meet her. She had told Marie that she had left home with the intention of getting laid, but had chickened out at the last minute.

"I need sex Marie. George hasn't touched me since the night I got drunk and was taken advantage of. I'm desperate Marie, but I knew that if I followed through on what I was going to do tonight my relationship with George would be truly dead and over."

"George loves you Shawna. We have talked about what is going on between the two of you. His problem is not that you were taken advantage of initially, but that you stayed and kept on doing it. You have to find a way to get passed that. Have you given any thought as to why it happened? And is it something that you could explain to George?"

"I know why it happened, but I don't have a clue how I could tell George and not drive him even farther away from me."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Oh sure. I can see it now. "I stayed and kept doing it honey because I loved it! It was great and I had more orgasms in that one night then I'd had in the previous six months and I didn't want to stop." I can see George taking me in his arms and saying, "That's okay honey. I'm glad you had a good time."

"I see your point. George would not react well to that at all. What you need to do is find some way to make him realize that he is going to lose you if he doesn't do something. You need to make him want to fight for you - to fight to keep you."

"Well he didn't seem too pleased that I was going out tonight. Maybe he does care. Maybe I can make him think that I will be gone if he doesn't do something."

"All I can say is good luck and I hope you can pull it off. I know he loves you and you say that you love him so I'll be pulling for you."

When she had gotten home that night she'd had a couple of drinks in her and that had given her the ?dutch courage' to do what she had done. She was ashamed of herself now, but at the time she was pissed at George for making it necessary for her to do what she had done. She had felt really good sitting on George and telling him he was sliding in Glen's sperm and she had hoped - expected actually - that George would follow her, but he hadn't.

She had cried herself to sleep and the next morning she had hated herself for what she had done. She had gone too far and last night George had given her what she had deserved. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched George back out onto the street and drive away. She had lost him and she had no one to blame but herself.

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He managed to make it until eleven before he finally gave in to the need to call Marie. She backed up what Shawna had told him and then she had said:

"You are running out of time George. She loves you, but she isn't made of stone. Last night she dodged the bullet, but sooner or later she is going to do what she almost did last night and when that happens the two of you are toast. I know you love her George and right now you have a chance, but don't wait too long brother."

He spent a long day thinking about what Marie said and by quitting time he had resolved himself to sitting down with Shawna to try and work things out.

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"You over your snit yet?"

She looked up to see Glen standing there. "Actually no Glen. In fact, just looking at you is turning my stomach. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention. Stay away from me. Don't even say "good morning' when we pass each other in the hall. Stay the hell away from me or I will file sexual harassment charges against you."

"You seem to forget you were willing."

"Only you and I know that so it will be your word against mine and what I have going for me is that the other day everyone on this floor heard me tell you to leave me alone. The first time you took advantage while I was drunk and why that didn't tell me that you were a slime ball I don't know, but you sure let me know last night. Get away from me Glen and stay away from me."

He started to say something, but then closed his mouth, turned and walked away. As he walked away she thought it was a shame he was such a dirt bag. She had enjoyed fucking him. Now that George was lost to her she was going to need a fuck buddy and Glen had certainly known how to push her buttons.

By quitting time she was feeling sorry for herself. She called home and told Sarah that she and Julie would have to fix dinner for their father and themselves and then she left work to join her co-workers at the bar across the street.

He was surprised when he got home to find that Shawna wasn't there. "She called" Sarah said, "And said she was stopping after work with some of the people she works with."

"Did she say what time she would be home?"

"No. She just said to make sure that we did our homework before we watched any TV."

"Then I guess we are on our own. What do you want for dinner?"

"Julie and I have already started dinner. We are having tacos."

As he sat down to dinner he wondered if he should make sure that he was still up when Shawna got home so they could have their talk. He decided that he would stay up until ten and if she wasn't home by then they could talk the next day.

She couldn't believe it! What had happened to her? Fifteen years of being faithful to one man and then one drunken indiscretion that led to six months with no sexual activity at all which led to another brief session with Glen and now this. On the back seat of a car! She had never been on a back seat even when she was single. And with a guy who was at least ten years younger that she was! She couldn't even blame it on alcohol since all she'd had was one glass of white wine and then she had switched to soda water.

But the kid was good. Well, maybe not good - at least not compared to George or Glen - but he sure was energetic and long lasting. The most amazing part was that she had gone after him. She had picked him out and had gone after him. She still had trouble believing it. That was just so unlike her. She hadn't even stopped at the bar looking to hook up. Her only reason for stopping after work is that she didn't really want to go home and face George. Knowing that it was over between them hurt enough; she didn't need to have it driven home by sitting across the dinner table and looking at him avoiding having to look at her.

She had been there a little over an hour sipping her one white wine and talking to her co-workers. She had danced with a couple of the guys and then the group started breaking up as people left to go home. Pretty soon she was sitting alone and that was when Toby came up to her and asked her to dance. She danced two numbers with him and then he had invited her to join him at his table. He was with two other guys and she had danced with all of them and after fifteen minutes at their table she had decided that one of them was going to get lucky.

Now that the relationship with George was dead she was going to have to do something to insure that she had a sex life. She didn't intend to have it by being a bar pick-up, she would find something steady, but right then she was ready to get laid and there were three guys to choose from. She would give George and the girls a stable home, but she would also give herself a sex life and she was going to start it right then and there.

She looked at the three young men and then she asked Toby, "What are you going to do when you leave here?"

None of the three were stupid and they understood that she had just made her choice and they knew what she intended. Toby said:

"I was thinking of maybe going for a workout, but I think that the gym might be closed by the time I could get there. I'll have to find some other way to get my exercise."

The invitation offered and then accepted was the signal for the other two to say they needed to get going and they got up and left. She asked Toby where his place was and when he told her she realized that it was forty minutes away.

"I need to be home in an hour and a half so your place is out."

"All I can offer is a motel then."

"The nearest motel is twenty minutes away and then I'd have to come back another twenty minutes this way. That's a tremendous waste of time."

"How do you feel about back seats?"

"I don't know. I've never done it there."

"A new experience for you then. Shall we?"

He stood up and offered her his hand and they had headed for the parking lot. They had gotten in his car and he had driven to the back of the parking lot and parked in the darkest corner and they had gotten in the back and done it. Twice! She had cum five times while on her back with her legs up on his shoulders looking up at him and the headliner of his car. She had even sucked his cock to get him hard to do her the second time. The episode had excited the hell out of her. The only thing that could have made it a bigger turn on would have been to look up and see someone looking into the car and watching.

She made a date with Toby for Friday. They would meet at his apartment when she got off work. She really didn't know how she felt about that. A bed would be nice, but the feeling she had on that back seat...wow!

It was five minutes to ten when he heard the motor to the garage door opener start run. He had spent hours working on what he would say and how he would say it, but the gist of it was, "Let's put this behind us and see if we can't put things back together again." He knew that it wouldn't be easy to get back to the way they were and in fact they might never get back all the way there, but if they both worked at it they might get close.

The connecting door from the garage into the kitchen and opened and then closed and a minute later Shawna walked into the family room. One look at her and all the words he had practiced were gone; chased away by the way she looked. She had that "just fucked' look that he was so familiar with and it was reinforced by the mis-buttoned blouse and the ladders and runs in her stockings.

He shook his head in disgust and then, with out a word to her, he got up and headed for his room. As he undressed he was glad he hadn't called Carol and cancelled.

She saw him look at her and she knew what he saw and she knew what the look he gave her meant and it broke her heart, but as much as she loved him she was not, as she had told him, going to live the life of a nun in a convent. She had needs and if he wasn't going to take care of them she would find someone who would. Someone like Toby.

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The next morning he was waiting for her when she came down to the kitchen. As soon as she got her coffee and sat down he said:

"We need to work out a schedule. Someone needs to be here with the girls and while I love them dearly I'm not going to be the one who stays home every night while you go out and fuck. I propose that one of us take Monday and Thursdays and the other Tuesday and Friday. We can alternate Saturdays and Wednesday and Sunday we both stay home and spend time with the girls; time when we can act like a family."

"In the first place don't you dare take that tone of voice with me. I wouldn't go out and fuck, as you so charmingly put it, if I was getting it at home where I should be getting it. You have no one to blame but yourself if I go out. That said, I think your plan is a good one. I'll take Tuesday and Friday. The only amendment I'd want to make to your plan is that whenever one of the girls has an event that parents should attend and it falls on one of the nights on yours or my schedule we have to give up our night out and spend it with the girls."

"I agree."

He looked at his watch and then got up to get ready for work. He turned just before he left the room and said:

"Just for the record. I'm not to blame for anything here. You are the one who spent sixteen hours in bed with another man. Not just a one time drunken indiscretion that you got up and ran from as soon as it was over, but an all night and all the next morning fuck fest. So don't give me any shit about the fact that you aren't getting taken care of at home so it is my fault that you are going out whoring."

He left the kitchen and so he wasn't there when she started crying.

To be continued.

A Con Game Interrupted

A Con Game Interrupted
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

A Con Game Interrupted By Just Plain Bob

"Oh god baby, that's it, like that, oh yes, oh yes, push baby, push it in deeper. Come on lover, fuck me hard, fuck me."

Her raven black hair was spread out in a fan across the white pillowcase; her legs were spread wide and her feet, still in her high heels, were pointed straight up at the ceiling. The man, his name was Dave, was ramming his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could go. She was clawing at his back and her nails were leaving red marks on his skin.

"Yes baby, yes, fuck me hard, make me cum. Get me there lover, get me there."

My cock was as hard as a rock as I watched the action on the bed, but I wasn't stroking it, I needed both hands to hold the video camera steady. Another minute of, "Oh yes, oh yes, make me cum baby, make me cum" and Dave announced that he was cumming:

"Push it deep lover, push it deep and hold it baby. Let your juice get to my eggs baby, breed me baby, breed me."

He gave one final thrust and held himself deep in her while his sperm shot from the end of his cock and raced for her eggs. He held still for a minute or so and then he pulled out and fell to the bed beside her. The two were silent for a couple of seconds and then Dave said:

"If I do knock you up are you going to name the kid after me?"

"Don't be silly baby. I'll name him after my husband. He will be Robert Lawrence Stackman, Junior."

"What if it's a girl?"

"It won't be lover, not with a strong, virile daddy like you."

"What if it is actually his baby?"

"That limp dick couldn't get me pregnant on his best day. The only thing his little dick is good for is peeing."

"I don't understand it. If you have such a low opinion of him why do you stay married to him?"

"Because he makes damned good money and he is every woman's ideal husband."

"How is that?"

"I have him wrapped around my little finger. He does what I want, when I want and he smiles and says, "Yes dear."

"Doesn't sound like much of a man."

"He doesn't have to be one lover, that's what I have you for."

Dave looked at his watch, "I'd better get going. He should be getting home soon."

She grabbed his limp cock, "Oh no you don't lover. I'm ovulating and you are going to get me pregnant."

"What if your husband comes home and I'm still here?"

"The spineless wimp will go and hide in the garage until you leave. Now let me get you up again baby" and she lowered her head and started licking his cock. She did get him up and twelve minutes later she got him off and then suggested that it was time for him to leave:

"Bobby will hide in the garage and be afraid if you are still here when he gets home, but he will believe whatever bullshit story I tell him. Even so, it is probably best to avoid the situation if I can. I'm worn out baby, you let yourself out okay? I' going to put a pillow under my ass and lay here and let your baby juice drain down to my eggs. Call me tomorrow and we can set up the next time."

Dave left the room and I turned the camera off and hid it behind some clothes. I heard the front door close and then Stella said, "You can come out now." I left the closet and looked at my wife lying on the bed, legs spread wide and her cunt matted from her juices and the juices of her lover.

"Was it what you wanted baby? Did you get what you wanted?"

"Oh yes my love, I got just what I wanted."

"Good. Now get over here and get your sloppy seconds. Make me forget that little dicked asshole."

As I walked toward her I was fighting hard not to toss my cookies. I had to fuck the whore, but I didn't have to like it. I had to keep her happy until I finished what I had to do.

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It started on a rainy Tuesday. It was a hard rain and the office trailer on the job site had seen better days. It finally decided to give up the fight and the roof and two of the windows started leaking. The water shorted out a couple of electrical circuits and I shut down the computer before it could take a shit on me.

Outside, the heavy rain was turning the ground into a soupy mess so I told the boys to shut off the equipment and call it a day. Normally on a rain day I would go back to the office and catch up on paperwork, but I really didn't feel like doing it that day. No, I thought, screw the paper work and instead let's go home and chase Stella around the house.

There was a strange car in the drive so I assumed Stella had a girlfriend over and my rainy afternoon love making session was not going to happen. I parked the car on the street so the car in the drive could get out and I went into the house.

It is a shock when you find out that your loving wife is loving someone else. The sounds from the upstairs bedroom and the trail of clothes leading from the living room to the stairs told the story all too plainly. My first impulse was to go storming upstairs and do great bodily harm to Stella and whomever she was with, but fortunately for me I have learned to control my temper. I quietly left the house and moved my car down the block to a parking spot where I could watch the house. About two hours later a man I'd never seen before came out the front door, got in the car in the drive and drove away.

During those two hours that I sat watching I wondered how long it had been going on. I wondered why it was going on. Stella and I had only been married for two years and how in the hell could a marriage go to shit in that short length of time? There were no money issues; my construction company was going great guns. Sexually things were fine, at least from my standpoint. We were still going after each other like honeymooners. Something was obviously wrong, but I was at a loss to figure out what it was.

I thought back to see if I could remember anything that might give me a clue as to when Stella had started being unfaithful, but nothing came to mind. None of the classic signs had appeared; the strange phone calls, the unexplained absences, the tapering off of sex. None of that had happened. One thing I did know - I was going to do something about it and Stella and her lover would not be pleased with it.

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Electronics Avenue sold me most of what I needed and by the end of the week my house was wired for sound. I had several sound activated tape recorders hidden in strategic places and there was one attached to the phone. Even before I started to do what intelligence agencies refer to as 'harvesting information' I went to work on setting up Stella. That night after a strenuous romp in the bedroom I asked:

"Do you ever have any fantasies?"

"Doesn't everybody?"

"I don't know. What are some of yours?"

"Winning the lottery, getting fucked senseless by Brad Pitt or Matt Damon, have a genie grant me my wish that my tits never start sagging, why?"

"Just curious. Pitt and Damon huh? Any other guys?"

"No baby, and they are only fantasies. You are more than enough for me. What brought this up?"

"Nothing, just a sudden curiosity."

"Bullshit lover, I know you to well. You have a fantasy so you wondered if I did. What is it baby, tell me."

"No, I don't think so."

"Hey! I told you mine, you have to tell me yours. Fair is fair."

"You won't like it. You'll get pissed and I'll end up going a month giving myself hand jobs because you'll lock me out of the bedroom."

"Oh come on now, don't be so melodramatic. Tell me."

I hesitated a second or so and then I said:

"My fantasy is to watch you make love to another man."

She stared at me for several seconds and then said, "You're kidding, right? Me and another man? Who?"

"I don't know, some stranger I suppose. I don't think that I would want it to be anyone I know."

"And you would be where? Sitting on a chair next to the bed? Standing on a ladder and looking in the bedroom window? Or that old cliché, hiding in the closet."

"I think I would be in the closet; I wouldn't want him to know I'd be there."

"How does your fantasy have it happening? You going to bring somebody home with you or do I go out trolling to see what I can pick up?"

"You would be picking a guy up. Christ, I wouldn't have a clue on how to go about asking some guy to have sex with my wife. You wouldn't have any problem."

"Why is that?"

"Girls just naturally know how to pick up guys. You dangle the bait and they come running."

"How long have you had this fantasy?"

"A couple of months now."

"Why? Why would you want to see me have sex with another man?"

"So I could see things that I can't see when we are making love."

"Like what?"

"Do your toes curl when you have an orgasm? Do your feet flail around or point stiffly straight up? What do the folds of your pussy look like as they grip the cock moving in and back? When I'm on top of you I can't see how your body moves. I can feel it move, but I can't see what it does. Is your facial expression different when we do it doggie style, or is the same as when we are in the missionary position? There is probably a lot more, but those are the ones that just came to mind."

"Fascinating. I never would have expected that from you."

"What?"

"That you would want to see me make lov..., no, not make love, but to fuck another man."

"Well, it is only a fantasy, I never expect it to happen."

"But you want it to, don't you? I can tell from the tone of your voice and the way you are talking that you really want it to happen."

I stared at her for several long moments and the said, "Yeah, I guess I really do."

"I'll do anything for you baby and you know that, but I'd be scared to death that seeing another man sliding a cock in me would cause you to hate me."

"Now way Stella, you are my life. Nothing you could ever do would make me hate you." Throw your ass out on the street maybe, but not hate you I thought to myself.

"You really want that? No joke?"

"Yeah baby, I do."

"Well I'm not making you any promises, but I will think on it."

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The next night after we had eaten and the dinner dishes had been cleared away Stella told me she was going over to her mother's for a couple of hours and that she would be back before bedtime. As soon as she had backed out of the drive I got the recorder that was hidden in the living room and played it back. I heard the doorbell, murmurs that grew louder until they became recognizable voices and then:

"Hurry up lover, sit down on the couch and get it out. You know I love to wrap my lips around it."

"You still going to feel that way when we are married?"

"Hell yes baby. Oooh, look at it, is it ready for me or what."

Then I heard sounds of a noisy blow job for several minutes and then, "Damn lover, that felt like a quart when I swallowed it. Come on lover, now that the quick one is out of the way we need to take this to the bedroom."

The sounds faded as the two of them left the room. As I took the tape out and inserted a fresh one I pondered the "When we get married" that I'd heard. That damn sure sounded like I was going to be divorced or dead.

The next one that I checked was the one in the bedroom, but there was nothing on it but sounds of fucking and a whole lot of moaning.

The one tied into the phone line was next. It had six calls altogether; one wrong number, two telemarketers, a call from her sister that was just general chit chat, a call from her lover asking if it was clear for him to come over and the last call was from Stella to her mother. The last call was the eye opener:

- Hello? - -Hi mom. - Hi Stell. Calling me because you want something again? - I need for you to cover for me tonight in case hubby calls. - Who are you meeting, Brad or Dave? - Brad. - One of these days you are going to get caught Stell. You do know that, right? - No I won't and with any luck you won't need to cover for me any more. - You are finally going to get the divorce? - No. I still need another year so I can make sure that I know where all the assets are. - Don't be greedy honey; get out before you get caught. - Another year could mean another quarter million mom. Besides, I'm not going to have to worry about getting caught. I'm going to turn Bob into my very own cuckold. I'm going to do Brad and then Dave right in front of him. - Honey, I'd think long and hard about that. My advice is don't do it. Playing games could backfire on you. - No mom, I'll be okay, you'll see. So, are you going to be home so you can cover for me tonight? - All right honey. What's the excuse? - How about I'm helping you make a quilt for Gram for her birthday? - Okay. - Thanks mom, I'll call you tomorrow.

And I'd always thought that Stella's mom liked me. That call told me that my marriage wasn't in trouble. It told me that I didn't have a marriage. What I had was a con game in which I was the target. All I could say was, "Shame, shame mother in law. When I get done with you you will rue the day you agreed to alibi your slut of a daughter.

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For the next week I collected audio tapes of Stella talking to her mother and both her lovers (neither it seemed knew about the other) and of all the fucking that was going on in the living room and bedroom. I knew Stella had taken the bait and all I could do was wait for it. Friday I came home from work to find Stella dressed in a short skirt, low cut blouse and wearing her highest pair of heels.

"We going somewhere tonight?"

"Not we baby, just me."

"Oh? And just where are you going dressed like that?"

"You like? Does it look sexy?"

"You know it does."

"Good. That's the idea. Tonight you get your fantasy sweetie. These are my trolling clothes and if I don't get hit on within five minutes of walking into the bar my ego is going to be in the toilet."

"Why didn't we talk about this first?"

"Because if we sat down and talked about it I'm afraid I would chicken out and not do it. You want it and I know you want it and it has taken me a week to get up the courage to do it. I need to do it now and get it over with before I lose my nerve."

She took me in her arms and gave me a passionate kiss. "Get the closet ready baby, I should be home in about an hour."

As soon as she cleared the driveway I checked out all the recorders. Nothing on the living room and bedroom machines and only one call on the telephone machine. That call told me the night's plan:

- Hello? - Hi Brad honey. Want to slide your marvelous cock into some hungry pussy? - You know I can never say no to you, but you said we could never do it in the evening." - That was then sweetie, this is now. Hubby dear is out of town until late tomorrow. - In that case I'm most definitely available. - Meet me at Brady's Lounge tonight around seven. We can have a couple of drinks and then come back here. I know how much you love fucking me on my husbands bed. - Okay love, I'll see you at seven.

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It was an hour and a half before I got the phone call.

"I've got a live one baby. I should be home in about fifteen minutes so be ready to leap into the closet."

Eleven minutes later Stella pulled into the drive and another car pulled in behind her. I moved into the closet and adjusted myself so I was comfortable. I made sure that the camcorder had a good angle on the bed and then I waited.

Stella came into the room followed by David. She went straight to the bed and started stripping while over her shoulder at David and saying:

"Hurry sweetie, I need it bad. I'm hot enough to fuck ten guys and I need cock bad so hurry."

I had expected it to be almost like a porn video, but it wasn't. There was no hokey background music, no fake oohs and ahhs or the insincere sounding, "Oh yeah baby, fuck my tight pussy" nor were there any of those stupid looking cum shots on the face, back or stomach. I heard "Oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard" a couple of times, but you could tell from the sound of Stella's voice that it wasn't fake. She was loving every minute of it.

When I made my plans I hadn't thought it all the way through. I hadn't realized how long I was going to have to stay in the closet. Stella and David fucked, went into a sixty-nine position until David was hard and then they fucked again. Next David ate her pussy until he was hard and they fucked a third time and then Stella sucked him hard for the fourth time and she got on her hands and knees:

"In my ass lover, this time I want you in my ass."

She buried her head in a pillow and David moved behind her and started easing himself into her shit hole. The pillow muffled her grunts and groans and I couldn't tell if they were from pain or pleasure, but it didn't matter which because she had asked for it. Half a dozen strokes and David was all the way in her and then he slowly started fucking her until she raised her head up from the pillow and said:

"Harder baby, fuck me harder."

Stella was positioned so that she was looking at the closet and through the viewfinder of the camera I could see the lust on her face as she moaned:

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass."

I knew, even though I couldn't see into her mind, that while she was looking into the closet at where my eye level would be she was thinking "You stupid shit. This is one of my lovers and he is fucking the shit out of me with your blessings and you don't have a clue." But she was wrong about that, she was the one without a clue as to what was going to happen to her.

When it was over and David had pulled his deflating cock out of her Stella looked at her watch:

"You need to be going baby."

"But I was planning on spending the night. You told me your husband was out of town and I thought that mea..."

Stella put a finger to his mouth, "Shush baby. I never said it would be an all nighter. You need to get out of here. My sister is coming over to spend the night when she leaves the Avon party she went to. She will be here in a half-hour or so and you need to get gone. Now! No arguments, go. Go go go!" and she picked his pants up off the floor and handed them to him.

Stella walked him to the door and while she was out of the room I hid the camera. I was just taking off my boxers when Stell came back in the room.

"Oh baby," she said, looking at my stiff cock, "If that is any indication I guess you liked your fantasy. We can talk later baby, for right now let your slut wife take care of that for you."

Mixed emotions! I was hard as hell because watching Stella had been one hell of a turn on, but I really didn't want anything to do with the whore. On the other hand I needed to keep her from suspecting that I was on to her and avoiding sex with her would set off a ton of alarm bells. I had no choice but to take sloppy seconds.

When it was over and we were lying next to each other on the bed Stella asked:

"Well baby, was it what you wanted?"

"It was okay Stell, but no, it wasn't what I wanted."

"Oh God baby, you didn't like it. You are going to hate me now. Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have done it."

As hard as it was for me to do it I took her in my arms and told her not to worry. "I don't hate you baby. How could I when you love me so much that you did this for me. No honey, what I meant was that there was something missing. Something that I hadn't even thought of before I watched you from the closet."

"What baby? What didn't I do? I even gave him my ass. You don't like anal, but this was for you. For you to see the things you talked about and I wanted you to see that too. What didn't I do?"

"It isn't what you didn't do honey, you did just great. It is just something that I didn't even know about myself until I was watching you."

"What is it baby? You know I'll do it for you."

"You won't laugh or think less of me?"

"Of course not baby."

"It occurred to me while I was in that closet that what I really wanted was to be punished for having you fuck that stranger. Not physical punishment, but mental. I felt like you should have humiliated me. You know, things like calling me a wimp, saying that my cock was worthless and that's why you had to pick up strangers. Telling them to make you pregnant because I wasn't man enough to do it."

"You would really want me to do that?"

"Yes I would."

"But none of that is true baby. You aren't a wimp and you have a marvelous cock. And where does this not man enough to make me pregnant come from? Neither one of us wants kids right now so we haven't even tried."

"I know baby, it is all mental and I know it, but your lover should leave thinking I'm a wimp ass who can't take care of his own wife."

"Well, if that is what you want okay. I can do it, but it won't feel right. I'll do it tomorrow night while I'm still up from tonight. If you wait I might lose my nerve. Are you sure you are all right with this baby? It isn't going to hurt us, is it?"

"No honey, it won't hurt me at all."

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As I slid my cock into her slushy cunt I hissed, "My cock is only good for pissing?"

"Oh yeah baby, your little dick is worthless. How does your silly little pee pee feel soaking in a real man's cum?"

"You fucking whore" I moaned as I drove my cock into her.

"I know I am baby, but I love you so even though you're worthless in bed I'll stay with you. You will need to get used to sloppy seconds though because I'll probably go out every night and pick up some stud."

"You fucking bitch!"

"Yeah baby, I'm a bitch and you are my cuckold. Next time though you will have to suck my lover's cum out of my pussy before I'll let you fuck me, understand?"

"Yes dear," I said, knowing full well there wasn't going to be a next time.

Fucking her two boyfriends in front of me sexually supercharged my wife and she couldn't leave me alone for the rest of the weekend. I wanted to shove her away or spit on her, but I had to force myself to behave. I needed to keep things on an even keel until I was ready to drop the hammer on her.

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Monday morning I kept the appointment that I had made with a divorce lawyer. And I gave him a copy of the audio and video tapes. He reviewed them and asked me what I wanted.

"Out of the marriage and I don't want that whore to leave with anything. No alimony, no settlement, no nothing. She can leave the marriage with what she brought to it - her maiden name and that's all."

"You know she will fight it, right? With what we have the divorce will be a slam dunk, but a good lawyer will get a judge to award her something."

"I don't know much law, but wouldn't that audio tape of her talking to her mother about fleecing me show that she only married me for my money and wouldn't that be fraud?"

"It would be a hard sell and I doubt I could get the DA to file charges. We might be able to scare her with the threat of criminal charges, but it would depend on how sharp a lawyer she gets."

"How would a suit for alienation of affections go if we went after her mother?"

"We would have a good chance there."

"Maybe the threat of me doing that will make Stella walk away."

"You could try it."

"What's the time line?"

"I can have the papers filed by tomorrow afternoon and then they just have to be served."

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That night and the next Stella was still super horny from her weekend and, as odious as it was for me, I had to take care of business. Wednesday at dinner Stella asked me how I felt about her working on my fantasy some more.

"Brad called me today and said he wanted to see me again."

"You seemed to enjoy him so okay, why not. Only one thing though, you won't be able to do him here."

"Why not?"

"Because come this time tomorrow you won't be living here."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have something to show you. Just a second; I'll be right back."

I got up and went into my home office and got my briefcase and went back to the kitchen. I took out a tape recorder and put it on the table. I had taken excerpts from the tapes I had collected and I had put them on the tape in the recorder. I pushed the PLAY button:

- Hurry up lover, sit down on the couch and get it out. You know how much I love to wrap my lips around it. - You still going to feel that way when we get married? - Hell yes baby. Ooh, look at it. Is it ready for me or what?

There was a pause on the tape and I looked up at Stella's face and saw that she had gone pale. The next piece of the tape started:

- I need for you to cover for me tonight in case hubby calls. - Who are you meeting, Brad or Dave?" - Brad. - One of these days you are going to get caught. You know that, right? - No I won't, and with any luck you won't need to cover for me anymore. - You are finally going to get the divorce? - No, I still need another year to make sure I know where all the assets are.

I pushed the STOP button as I looked at Stella's stunned expression. Then I took an envelope out of the briefcase and handed it to her. She took it and I said:

"You have been served. Now here's the way it's going down. You walk away and don't contest the divorce and I'll leave your mother alone. I'll sign your car over to you and pay one year's insurance on it. I'll pay the security deposit and the first years rent on an apartment and I give you five grand for start money. Give me even the slightest problem and I'll sue your mother, Brad and Dave for alienation of affections. I don't know what I can get from Brad and Dave, but my lawyer says I can end up with a judgement against your mother large enough that if she doesn't pay it I can seize her house and put her and your father on the street. Bottom line is that you need to get busy packing. I want you out of this house by this time tomorrow.

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That wasn't the end of it though. Stella packed up and got out and moved back in with her parents until she could find a place of her own. She told her mother about my threat, which caused her mother to have a panic attack. The father in law wanted to know why she was blubbering and she told him I was going to take their home. Neither Stella nor her mother would tell him why so he came to me and called me every name in the book he could think of:

"It's bad enough you're being an asshole to my daughter, but where do you get off dragging my wife into it?"

I liked Ralph and I hated to do it to him, but I had no intention of becoming the villain of the piece so I played the audio tapes for him. He sat stunned as he listened to his wife and daughter plot against me and then he got up and left without saying another word. I heard later that he threw Stella out of the house and when his wife tried to prevent it he told her to shut up or get out too.

Stella did walk away without fighting me on the divorce and two months after the divorce was final she married Brad. It turns out that Brad was an abusive control freak and several times I saw Stella around town sporting a black eyes and bruises. Once I saw her with her arm in a sling and I couldn't help but feel happy for her that she was able to marry the man of her dreams.