The Crumpled Letter

The Crumpled Letter
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

I wonder if anyone has ever done a survey on how husbands find out that their wives are cheating. A suspicion that causes him to look into her activities? Something overheard at a social gathering? A good friend who tells him something that the friend thinks he should know? What percentage would be because the wife or girlfriend of her lover found out and dropped a dime on the couple? I'm betting that a survey would show that the majority would find out the same way I did - by accident.

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Madeline and I met in college, had a brief but very satisfying affair, and then went on our separate ways. Three years after graduation we ran into each other at a cocktail party, reconnected and started dating. Six months later I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Two years later we had a three-bedroom house, two cars and a cottage on a lake.

We had both decided early on that neither of us would be willing to give up our careers to raise children and in truth I don't believe that either of us would have been any good as a parent. So, in order to make our sex life more enjoyable and trouble free I had a vasectomy. To make sure that it took I went in once a month for six months and had my sperm tested. The first test showed that I was no longer able to procreate and the next five tests were just to verify that I stayed that way.

A couple of years went by and Mad and I climbed the corporate ladder, each of us doing well in our chosen fields. The higher up the ladder we climbed the more responsibilities we took on and eventually we both reached a point where travel became part of our jobs. It wasn't too bad for me; I only had to travel on the average of twice a month and was usually only gone for two or three days, but Mad was gone for a week to ten days when she traveled. Granted, she only had to travel once every six weeks or so, but I did hate for her to be gone almost two weeks at a time. Mad's trips were always to Boston and I once jokingly said she should find a place and set up housekeeping since she spent so much time there.

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We had been married a little over eight years when I made my accidental discovery. I had a lunch date with Madeline and I swung by her office to pick her up. Gloria, her secretary, told me that Mad had been called into a meeting and had left word for me to wait for her in her office, that she wouldn't be long.

The nice thing about Mad's tenth floor office was that she had a view. I walked over to the window and looked out for a bit and then turned to go back and sit on one of her office chairs. Madeline had one of those large calendar pads on her desk and as I turned my eyes swept the desk and I noticed that in large black letters she had marked Boston in the box for the 24th. She hadn't mentioned that trip to me yet.

With my eyes on the desk pad I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into the wastebasket and knocked it over and some trash spilled out. I bent over and bent to pick up the trash and put it back in the basket and one of the things I picked up was an envelope with SWAK printed across the back flap. I hadn't seen that since junior high and I wondered who was sending Mad things with the initials for "Sealed With A Kiss" printed on it. I turned it over and saw that it was addressed to Ms. Madeline Beckman, not Mrs., and it was sent to her work address and not her home address. I looked through the trash and found three crumpled sheets of paper with the same handwriting on them as the envelope and curiosity got the best of me and I put the three pages and the envelope in my pocket. I picked up the rest of the trash and went over and sat down in one of the chairs. My butt no sooner hit the seat cushion than Madeline walked in.

"Sorry to keep you waiting honey, but Brian got a wild hair up his ass over quality control and called a meeting."

"No problem. I just got here a couple of minutes ago. Shall we go or do you need to stick around?"

"No sticking around honey, I need to get out of here so lets go."

Lunch was leisurely and we talked about our plans for the coming weekend and talked some about the boat she wanted to buy for use when we went up to our cottage on the lake. I dropped her back at her office and then headed back to mine.

I sat down at my desk and took the envelope and three sheets of paper out of my pocket and spread them out on my desk. I smoothed out the sheets and noticed that the writer had obligingly numbered the pages and so I put them in order and started to read them. The letter started out, "My dearest Madeline," and I won't bother to spell out the rest of it. It will suffice to say that it was a love letter from someone named Trace. He wrote about how he could not wait to see her again and hold her in his arms and love her like she deserved to be loved.

My jaws got tighter and tighter as I read the letter and it was probably a good thing for Madeline and Trace that I couldn't get my hands on either one of them just then, especially after I read when I got to the top of page three.

"I have your appointment set up at the clinic for 10 AM on the 20th. I wish we didn't have to do this my love, but as much as I hate it I can see where you feel you must do it. I really think you should give some thought to having your tubes tied when they do the procedure so we won't have to worry about this happening again."

Trace thoughtfully included the clinic's phone number so Mad could call them if she decided to have her tubes tied. It didn't take a genius to figure out just what the "procedure" was that he referenced in the letter - Madeline was pregnant!

From the letter I gathered that Madeline and Trace had been seeing each other for some time and I remembered jokingly telling Madeline that she should set up housekeeping in Boston since she spent so much time there. It looked like she had gone and done just that. It explained why she always wanted me to call her on her cell phone instead of the hotel where she was supposed to be staying.

The evidence was there - lying on my desk - my wife was cheating on me. My wife was an unfaithful whore. The question was what was I going to do about it?

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I wrestled with the problem for the rest of the afternoon. I sat at my desk and stared at the wall as I rolled it over and over in my mind and I thought about it as I drove home. I loved Madeline, I really did love her and most of my thoughts were along the lines of how I could handle the mess and still have Madeline and I remaining together.

By the time I pulled in to my driveway I had come to realize that remaining together with Madeline was a pipe dream. There wasn't anyway I could remain with Madeline after finding out that she had cheated on me; I just was not wired that way.

Madeline usually beat me home and had dinner on by the time I got there and that night was no exception. There were candles on the table and a bottle of wine cooling in the ice bucket on the counter. I knew what that meant and sure enough Mad told me over dinner:

"I'm flying to Boston on the 19th and I'll be gone for two weeks so I need you to work your ass off sweetums. You have to give me enough to hold me until I can get home. You have plenty of vitamins I hope?"

I sat there, smiled at her and told her I would do my best as I ran through the scenario in my mind. Her calendar had said Boston on the 24th. Fly out on the 19th, go to the clinic on the 20th, use the 21st, 22nd and 23rd to recover and then report to work on the 24th.

Trace would no doubt fuck her the night of the 19th and probably one last time before she reported in to the clinic on the 20th. After that I didn't know. Having no experience in that area I had no way of knowing how soon after the procedure she could have sex again, but I was guessing it would be at least a month. Madeline always came home from her trips ready to drag me into the bedroom telling me that she needed to play catch up and I wondered what kind of excuses she would have for not wanting to have sex when she returned from her trip.

Madeline interrupted my thoughts when she said, "Come on sweetums, dessert will be served upstairs in the bedroom."

As I followed her sweet looking ass up the stairs I wondered what the deal was. Our sex life was great, at least from my standpoint, and Mad did not seem any less loving or affectionate so where had I lost her? And what was the deal with trying to fuck me to death just before she went on her trips? We went from our normal twice a night, three or four nights a week to every night as many times as she could get me up and she did it knowing that she was going to step off the plane and be fucking Trace before the sun came up the next day.

"You first sweetums," she said as she stood me next to the bed and started undressing me. "You first and then you can heat me up and then we will see how long you can stay with me."

The woman could give blow jobs. They were the best I'd ever had and I was definitely going to miss them when she as gone. She licked and sucked and played with my balls while a finger teased my asshole. She was looking up into my eyes as her head bobbed up and down and damned if I could see anything in her eyes that told me she wasn't mine anymore. I felt the build up and I tapped her lightly on the head. It was the signal that I was ready to cum. She always swallowed but she didn't like to be surprised. She sucked every last drop out of me and then she got on the bed and spread her legs wide.

As my mouth moved to her pussy I had a bad thought. Mad always loved oral sex before we made love. Did she fuck Trace before she left Boston and came home to me? When she got home was she still full of him? I know she always fucked me one last time before she left the house to fly to Boston. Did she have Trace eat her while she still had me inside her? Just the thought of me eating her after she had fucked him was enough to make me want to puke. I hesitated just a fraction and Madeline said:

"Come on sweetums, you know how much I like it."

I didn't want to, but I knew I had to; I had to keep Mad thinking I was just a stupid cuckold until I could figure out what to do.

I lowered my head, parted her cunt lips with my fingers and then I attacked her with my mouth. I fingered her pussy while I licked and sucked on her clit. She moaned and uttered little cries and pushed her hips up at me as I worked to bring her to orgasm. By the time her body trembled and she cried out, "Oh Jesus yes, yes" my cock was hard again and I moved over her and slid my cock into her cheating cunt. I fucked her hard, we both came and then we went sixty-nine after which I fucked her again. I fell asleep exhausted, but woke up in the middle of the night and laid there staring up at the ceiling, thinking and wondering.

As I drove to work the next morning I had the bare bones of a plan in my mind and I began to flesh it out as soon as I sat down behind my desk.

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The morning of the 19th Madeline woke me with a blow job and when I was awake she maneuvered into a sixty-nine and when I had her good and worked up she swung over me and lowered herself down on my stiff dick. She didn't know it yet, but it was the last time she was ever going to ride it.

After we were done she dressed and I carried the bags she had packed the night before out to her car. I kissed her goodbye and told her to have a safe trip and watched as she backed out of the drive. A final wave as she headed down the street on her way to Boston and out of my life. Well, not completely out, there was still going to be a messy divorce to go through.

Madeline's flight was at three and I caught the one that departed at five-forty. I was parked across the street from the clinic watching when Mad arrived at nine thirty-five in the company of a man who I assumed was Trace. He was an ordinary looking guy and I wondered what Mad saw in him that made her cheat on me with him. No matter, she did it and that was all that counted.

I didn't really need to be there, but for some strange reason that I'll probably never understand I wanted to see her enter that clinic with my own eyes. I glanced around to see if I could spot the private detectives that I hired, but they were good and I caught no glimpse of them. When the door closed behind her I started up the rental, returned it and flew home.

Mad would be gone for two weeks and I had a lot to get done in that time. I had four weeks vacation coming and I had made arrangements to take three of them off. When Madeline made her nightly check in call that night I let the answering machine take the call. By noon the next day I had started moving everything out of the house that I wanted and I let the machine take her call that night also.

Before I left for vacation I'd told my secretary what was going on and asked her to help me out and she agreed to do it. If Mad called my office Sheila would tell her that I was in a meeting. That would do for a day or two and then when Mad pushed (if she called at all) Sheila would mention that major changes were occurring in the company, that I was under a lot of pressure and she was sure that I would get back to Madeline as soon as possible. She would stall Mad for three days and on the fourth day tell her that I had walked out and no one knew where I was. I figured three days was enough time to get what I wanted out of the house, find an apartment and move in. I didn't really think Mad would panic and rush home when she couldn't reach me, but I still wanted those three days just in case.

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By the 24th I had found an apartment and moved in and I had stopped by the post office to arrange to have my mail forwarded. I called Sheila to let her know she could give Madeline the "walked out" story and Sheila told me that Mad had called seven times in the last two days and she was glad she could finally tell Mad I was gone.

"Tell her you were told I quit and that should keep her from bothering you any more."

Then I started doing all the things that would make the divorce nasty. I drained all the checking and savings accounts, cashed in the certificates of deposit we had and cancelled all the joint credit cards. We had an equity line of credit on the house and I maxed it out and put the check in a new account opened at a different bank than the one Madeline and I had been using.

Next I took care of the cottage on the lake. Madeline had always wanted a place on a lake so I had found the property on Lake Chaffee, bought it and surprised her with it on our fifth anniversary. She loved that cottage and went up there every chance she got. I kept meaning to put her name on the title, but never got around to it. I was forever getting calls from realtors telling me there was someone interested and asking me if I was interested in selling. I called one of them and put it on the market and I was not surprised when he called me two days later and told me he had an offer. It was close to my asking price so I told him to accept.

The one thing I didn't do was see a lawyer. I would make Madeline do all the divorce proceedings stuff. By the time she got around to it the house should be in or very near foreclosure since I wasn't going to be making any payments on it. All the late notices and nasty letters would be forwarded to my new address and Mad would never see them. I had sent a change of address and phone number to the mortgage company so Mad wouldn't even get any of the phone calls. With any luck she wouldn't even know the house was gone until she got an eviction notice.

I had cancelled my cell phone contract when Mad flew off to Boston and the signed up with a different provider and got a new number. I wasn't at the office to take calls so all Mad could reach was the answering machine. I swung by the house once a day just to see what the current batch of messages sounded like and then I would delete them and go to my apartment. They started out upbeat:

"Hi sweetums, just checking in. Give me a call on my cell when you get home. I love you sweetums, bye-bye."

By the end of the second day it was, "Rob honey, give me a call." By the end of the third day it was, "Rob, are you there? Pick up Rob." The fourth day brought, "Rob, call me. I'm worried honey, no one seems to know where you are. Is your cell working? Call me Rob."

By the fifth day she was pissed. "Damn it Rob, where are you? What the hell is going on? My Visa was declined and I called them and they said you cancelled the account. Call me." An hour later it was, "God damn you Rob! What have you done? My Discover card and my Mastercard have both been declined because you cancelled them. Damn it Rob, call me!"

I smiled and turned the answering machine off and then I called and cancelled her cell phone contract. Then I drove up to the lake to spend a few days at the cottage before I closed on the sale.

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I stayed at the cottage until the day that Madeline was due back and then I packed up everything I wanted out of the place and left. When Madeline couldn't find me sooner or later she would think of the cottage and drive up and I didn't want to be there. I spent the remainder of my vacation playing golf and avoiding any place where I might run into Madeline. On the Friday before I was due back to work I called Sheila to check in and she told me that Madeline had been in to see Jerry (my boss) and she knew I hadn't quit, but was on vacation.

"I'm betting she will be here sometime Monday to see you."

It was what I had expected and I was prepared for it. I told Sheila I would see her on Monday and then I spent the rest of the weekend playing golf during the day and going to movies at night.

Monday morning I parked three blocks away and entered the building where I worked by way of the alley and loading dock. I went to my office and looked down at the parking lot and saw Madeline sitting there in her car. I could have come in the front door and had the confrontation and gotten it out of the way, but I wanted to turn Madeline's crank for as long as I could. I was just being mean. Mad kept looking at her watch and finally she started up her car and left so she could get to work on time.

Sheila came into the office and handed me a pile of correspondence and I told her she could expect a call from my wife in about ten minutes and to go ahead and put it through. Eight minutes later Sheila buzzed me on the inter-com and told me she had Madeline on line two. I picked up the phone and said, "Yes?"

She got out "Where the hell have you been and what the hell are....." before I hung up on her. A minute later Sheila buzzed me again and told me Mad was on line one.

"Yes?"

"Damn you Rob, don't ha..." and I hung up on her again. Two minutes later she was back on line two.

"Yes?"

"We need to talk Rob."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Not on the phone Rob. If I try to talk to you on the phone I'll keep getting interrupted."

"Okay. I'll meet you in your parking lot when you get off work. We can talk in your car."

"Why not just come home?"

"I don't want to."

There was silence on her end for several seconds and then she said, "All right, my car at five o'clock."

In keeping with my desire to keep turning her crank I didn't show up until five-fifteen. As I walked from my car to hers I smiled inwardly to see that she was fuming. I opened the door and slid onto the seat and said:

"Okay Madeline, what do you want?"

"What do I want?" she snarled, "I want an explanation. Where have you been? Why haven't you answered my calls? Why is all your stuff gone from the house? Why are the bank accounts empty and the credit cards cancelled and that's just for starters."

"Easy enough to answer. I moved out, I didn't want to talk to you and I don't want to be with you anymore."

"What? Why? Is there someone else?"

"Yes Mad, as a matter of fact there is someone else."

She just sat there and stared at me and then she got a nasty look on her face and snarled, "You bastard!"

I open the door and said, "I answered your questions Madeline. Hope I don't see you around" and I got out of the car and walked back to mine. She was still sitting there staring after me as I pulled out of the lot and drove off.

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I knew Madeline pretty well and I knew her pride would keep her from calling me after our little talk so six weeks went by before I heard from her. She had come home from work to find that she had no electricity and she called to let me know I was a rotten asshole for letting it happen. I knew it was coming of course since I had received the disconnect notice in my forwarded mail.

A week later they shut off the water and I got another nasty call. In retrospect I should have paid the lights and water because by not doing so I sabotaged my big plan which was to see her evicted from the house. When the lights and water were turned off she decided that she had better check into some things and she found that she was three days away from having the phone turned off and that we were over two months behind on the mortgage. I found out later she borrowed from her 401k to get the money to bring the house up to date.

Another month went by and then I received a registered letter that I hadn't expected. I figured that Madeline had too much pride to write what she wrote in the letter. I thought for sure that when I said yes to her "Is there someone else?" question she would grit her teeth, say "Fuck you Rob" and call Trace and invite him to come move in with her. Apparently I didn't know Mad as well as I thought I did. In her letter she professed to love me, said that she missed me terribly and was miserable without me. She begged me to sit down with her, tell her what was wrong and tell her why I'd left her for someone else.

"Just talk with me Rob; I know we can work it all out. I need you here with me."

I tossed the letter in the trash basket.

Three weeks later I got a call from her. "I know you got the letter because you had to sign for it. Since you didn't answer I guess you are never coming home, am I right?"

"You are."

"Then we need to sell the house. It is too big for me and I can't afford it by myself."

"Go ahead,"

"You don't care? Just, "Go ahead Mad and sell the house?"

"That's it in a nutshell."

"Nothing in my letter meant anything to you?"

"Not a thing."

Several seconds of silence followed and then she said, "Goodbye Rob" and hung up.

She put the house up for sale and had a buyer within three weeks and I got the next nasty phone call.

"You bastard! You maxed out the line of credit. After paying the realtor's commission there won't be anything left."

"I figured as much."

"Why Rob? What the fuck happened to turn you into a shithead?"

I didn't answer, I just hung up. A week later she called and said that the closing on the house would be at three-thirty on Thursday and asked if that was a good time for me or should she reschedule. I told her it was good for me and then I hung up. Thursday I left the office at two and went out and played eighteen holes of golf.

That must have been the straw that broke the camel's back because the following Monday I was served. Madeline was suing for divorce and she was using irreconcilable differences as grounds. She was asking for the money that was in the savings and checking at the time I moved out. She wanted the money from the CDs I'd cashed in and the money I had taken out when I maxed out the line of credit on the house. She also wanted the house and for me to make good the money she had taken from her 401k to keep the house from going into foreclosure. And she wanted me to pay her attorney's fees and all court costs. The cottage was not mentioned so she must not have known I'd sold it and was figuring that it would be included in "the half of the marital assets."

I had expected her to do that and I expected that the courts would go along with some of it, if it got to court, and I had all the money sitting in an interest bearing account. I had been waiting for the day and I called my attorney and told him to go ahead with what we had already planned. He promptly filed the paperwork counter suing on the grounds of adultery and asking that I be awarded all assets existing at the time Madeline had destroyed our marriage and I had moved out of the house and that she pay my attorney's fees and all court costs.

Three days later Madeline called me. "I was just served. Are you out of your fucking mind charging me with adultery? You are the one who said you had someone else."

"No I didn't Madeline. You asked me if the reason I moved out was because of someone else and all I said was, "Yes Mad, as a matter of fact there is." You assumed I had met someone else, but that wasn't the case. When I said there was someone else I was referring to your lover Trace. Don't call me anymore Madeline. From now on everything goes through the lawyers."

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A couple of weeks went by and my lawyer called me. "They aren't negotiating. They are not going to settle for less than they are asking for."

"Set up a conference. You, me, Madeline and her lawyer."

John and I were sitting in his conference room when Madeline and her lawyer came in and sat down. As soon as they were seated Madeline's lawyer said:

"First, as a basis for this negotiation we..." and I cut him off. "This isn't a negotiation meeting. This is a clear the air and ultimatum meeting. I will state my position and then you and Madeline get to decide what you want to do. First, Madeline's parent's and all of her relatives are staunch Catholics and while Mad has disappointed them in not holding as firm to their beliefs as they would like I'm sure that she isn't interested in being ostracized by them. Unfortunately that is likely what could happen if I am forced to release the information that I have."

I slid copies of the private detective's report across the table to the both of them.

"You will notice that with the exception of the time spent at work and at the abortion clinic that Madeline spent her entire trip to Boston living in Trace Mueller's apartment."

At the mention of the abortion clinic I saw the color leave Madeline's face. I slid more papers across the table to them.

"This is the medical record of her visit to the clinic. Note that in addition to the procedure she also had her tubes tied so she could continue on with her affair with Mueller without fear of getting pregnant again. Notice that the last three pages are copy of a letter from Mueller telling my wife that he had made the appointment at the clinic and recommending that she have her tubes tied. A recommendation she obviously followed. I also have videotape and still photos of my unfaithful wife with Mr. Mueller.

"You will stop contesting my filing and allow the divorce to proceed on the term put forth in my filing or the information I just showed you will be used."

Madeline's lawyer sat and listened to me, tapping his pencil on his legal pad, and when I was done he said"

"First of all, and I'm sure that your attorney has informed you of it, Mrs. Beckman's medical records are personal information and the only way you could have gotten them was by illegal means. In any event they would not be allowed to be entered in the divorce proceedings. Next, you shou..." and I interrupted him before he could go on.

"I know they are inadmissible in court, but I never intended them to go to court. When I said the information would be used I meant that every living relative of my wife's will receive a copy. Her parish priest will get a copy, every friend of hers that I am aware of will receive a copy and her boss, who happens to be involved with every Right To Life organization in existence will get a copy.

"John tells me that you could, if you have a good relationship with a judge, get an injunction as soon as you leave and in effect have a gag order issued. That wouldn't matter to me, I'd do it anyway. All they could do would be to hold me in contempt of court, but since I don't want to spend thirty days in jail or pay a fine this is the way it will work. You will agree to my terms in writing before you leave this room. If you walk out that door without agreeing in writing to what I've just said I will make one phone call and special messengers will start delivering copies within the hour. There is one last thing you should know. I'm hoping like hell that you won't agree. I'm praying that you will get up and storm out of here without signing anything."

Madeline spoke up for the first time since coming into the room. "You would do that? You would really do that to me? You hate me that much?"

"You bet I do. Finding out about your Boston playmate killed every feeling I had for you. I'll leave you to work it out with John. I'm going to go into his office and sit by the phone. Again, I hope he tells me you walked out without agreeing to anything so I can make my phone call before you are even out of the building."

I got up and left the room and three minutes later John buzzed me and told me that they wanted some time to think about it and they left without agreeing to anything. I picked up the phone and made one call and by suppertime Madeline's parents, two brothers, three sisters and several aunts and uncles had copies of the material. In addition, Trace's employer and all of his family that the private detective could find had copies.

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The divorce went to court and in the end the judge ruled that everything was to be split fifty/fifty, but that Madeline had to pay for both attorneys and all the court costs. That was a bonus for me since I assumed that each party would have to pay their own attorney's fees and split the court costs. John told me he wasn't surprised because the judge had gone through a divorce from a cheating wife ten or so years ago and he was known to lean toward the man's side when the wife was the cheater and the case law would allow him to do so.

The proceeds from the cottage were exempted from the split since it was in my name only even though Mad's attorney argued it was acquired during the marriage and thus acquired jointly. John argued that since I had purchased the cottage using my yearly bonus check and thus not funds held jointly in any joint account that the cottage was mine and mine alone and the judge agreed.

The divorce was final seven months ago and Mad paid a high price for her infidelity. Her family turned their backs on her and although she has managed to repair the breach between one brother and two of her sisters her older brother, youngest sister and her parents will have nothing to do with her. When her youngest sister was married Madeline was not invited to the wedding, but Madeline being Madeline she showed up at the reception anyway. Her father told her to leave and when she wouldn't he called the cops on her. The cops asked her to leave since she was not an invited guest and she gave them a ration of shit and so they cuffed her and hauled her away. She spent the night in jail and was released in the morning after being charged with Disturbing the Peace, Trespass and Interfering With an Officer in the Performance of his Duties.

Aside from her family problems she was fired from her job. Not because her boss was a strong right to life activist, but because she filed false expense reports. It seems that her boss read the private detective's report that stated she stayed at Mueller's apartment the entire time she was in Boston, but in her expense report she put in for two weeks reimbursement for a hotel room. I have no idea where she came up with the fake receipts but her boss checked on them and found that they were bogus. Her boss gave her the option - resign or be fired for theft. Madeline said she hadn't done it for the money; she just did it to keep people from asking why she didn't have hotel receipts for her trips. She told him that she would return the money and her boss said sorry, but no. She resigned and the last I heard she was waiting tables at a restaurant.

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I never knew the why of it since I never talked with Madeline after she left for that last trip to Boston, but then it didn't really matter. What mattered was that she did it and it was something I could never accept and live with. I loved her and I still think of her and wish it could have turned out different.

My major regret is that Boston is sixteen hundred miles away and I don't know the place or anyone there. That makes doing something to Mueller almost impossible. I'm surprised that Mad didn't pack up and head for Boston when her life here cratered on her. Maybe the stuff I sent his family soured him on Mad and she can't go to him. What I'm hoping is that Mad is still here because he plans on coming here to join her. I'm already making plans in case he does.

The Big Race

The Big Race
By: Poolsharkgirl (mymach173@aol.com)

The Big Race

It was Friday night and as usual, my husband and I were getting a little drunk and playing a few games of pool. As he usually does, he had talked me into playing strip pool, and we were both down to our underwear. All I had left on was a pair of black lace boyshort panties and a black lace bra, which fastened in the front but was now hanging open. I was trying to make a shot, but keeping his hands off me was more of a chore. He had come up behind me and had his hand inside my bra, caressing my breasts. My nipples were getting very hard and it was difficult to concentrate. I was about to take my shot when he whispered in my ear.

"So baby, aren't you ready to spend some more time with your boyfriend" he whispered?

It caught me off guard and I missed my shot. It has been awhile since he has brought up my summer vacation last year with my old boyfriend, Tom. I had thought that he had been having second thoughts about my being with him, so I didn't want to be the one to bring him up.

Last year, on a dare, he had arranged for me to spend time with an old boyfriend. After 15 years of marriage it was probably the best thing he has ever done for me! At first I thought that it was just fantasy talk. He had gotten me drunk one night and I had playfully told him that I had always regretted not having sex with one of my old flames. It really got him off talking about it and we had some incredible sex that night. I thought that was the end of it, but when he put the plane tickets on the pool table one night I just couldn't believe it. It seems that he had located him on the Internet and had been exchanging emails with him. He was pretending to be me, and used the things I had told him to get things started. I had never really intended to actually ever be with him. I thought it was just for fun. He had challenged me to not only have sex with him, but to have a lot of sex with him! He had even bought me some very naughty outfits to wear just for him. For a while after I got back he would have me put the outfits on and he would make love to me while I told him about the things I did with my ex-boyfriend while wearing it. I didn't believe that he could ever be ok with me having sex with another man, but he actually gets off on it!

Without turning around I grabbed his hand and rubbed it across my breast.

"Why do you ask?" I questioned him. " Are you ready to send me back for more"? I asked smiling.

"Actually I was thinking you could invite him up here" he started. "Tell him you will pay his way and he can come up to see the race next month" he finished.

"Oh really"? I squirmed, feeling his other hand pushing my panties down, allowing his finger to brush against my mound. " What makes you think I can talk him into that"? I asked.

" Oh I'm sure you can convince him"! He whispered, as his finger slipped into my wet slit. " He can stay here the first night and I booked a hotel for the two of you for the rest of the week".

I was getting so wet as his fingers pumped deep inside me. It was getting me so turned on thinking about seeing Tom again and I know he could tell it was getting to me.

" Why do you want him to stay here for the first night"? I managed to ask.

"Because we're going to get him drunk, and then I am going to watch him make love to you"! He blurted out.

"Oh, and what makes you think I will let you watch"? I asked between deep breaths.

"Because you want to fuck him again as bad as I want to watch, so I know you will"! He said confidently.

With that he bent me over and in a quick motion, pushed my legs apart and plunged his hard cock deep inside me. He made several deep slow strokes and again whispered in my ear.

"So is it a deal?" He asked, knowing the answer.

I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as I took him all in.

"Ok, oh, yes", I agreed trying to catch my breath.

We made love for what seemed an eternity that night. When I awoke the next day, I wasn't sure if what I thought happened last night was real or just a drunken dream. I was quickly reminded though when I found the tickets on my dresser with a note from my husband. I opened the note, and all it said was "thanks for a great night"!

I called Tom the next day. He was a little nervous about meeting my husband, but I convinced him that he was the one who bought the tickets. After some prodding he reluctantly agreed to come visit. I told him that unfortunately all hotel rooms were booked before the race, but that I did reserve a room for us for the rest of the week. He again asked if I was sure that the hubby was ok with him staying at our house and I told him everything would be fine.

The weeks went by fast. My husband made good use of the time, getting me drunk on the weekends and making love to me while talking about Tom and I being together.

I did manage to get them to talk to each other prior to his coming up. I don't know what they talked about, but my husband was laughing and they seemed to get along.

At my husband's urging, I had told Tom that my husband and I had an unusual marriage. I lied that although we did have sex occasionally, he was unable to hold an erection very long and our love life was pretty much none existent. I assured him that seeing him was my husband's idea. I told him that since he couldn't satisfy me, he wanted me to be able to get what I needed, but only if it was with some one I knew and cared for. He didn't want me out just screwing around with strangers.

Tom seemed to accept this, and since he was also in a failed marriage, it was a good situation. His wife had been fooling around on him for years. He had confronted her with the fact that he knew, and she didn't care. He said he would leave her, but since his son was 15, he didn't want to leave her till he was out of school. She had threatened to take him to the cleaners if he tried to leave, so he was just biding his time. Although he did tell me that once he was free of her, he would be coming to take me away from my husband for good. I don't know what I'll do when that time comes though. Since I have been seeing him, my feelings for him have grown very strong. I told my husband about my feelings and he said that he knew that it could be a possibility, but he was confident I wouldn't leave him. I just wish I were as sure as he is.

The day of Tom's arrival, my husband had things all set. He had been walking around the house all morning with a huge hard-on. I didn't want to get messy so I relieved him with my hand as I whispered in his ear about what was about to take place. He exploded almost instantly! I told him he better control himself if he expected to be around Tom and I.

I left for the airport and waited for Tom to get off the plane. His plane was right on time and I ran into his arms as soon as he cleared the gate. We were kissing and pawing at each other all the way to the parking garage. I can only imagine what some of the people who saw us were thinking. As we both climbed into my Chevy Blazer, it only took a second before his hands were all over me. His hands were up my shirt and grabbing my breasts before I could even get the key into the ignition. I tried to slow him down but it was no use. I caught him off guard as I opened my door and jumped out of the truck. He gave me a puppy dog look and I closed the door as he was trying to speak. I quickly had his attention again though, as I opened the back door and pulled the seats down, giving us the whole back of the Blazer to spread out. My windows are tinted very dark, and the parking garage lighting kept anyone from being able to see in. He got the hint and practically jumped into the back with me. He pulled off his shirt and began removing his jeans almost instantly. I started to remove my shirt as I saw his stiffening cock spring into view. I had almost forgotten how nice his cock was. My husband's cock suits me just fine, but Tom's cock is just unbelievable in so many different ways! He grabbed the snap on my jeans and nearly broke my zipper tearing it down. He pulled my jeans and panties off in one quick pull. I tried to grab at his cock but he couldn't wait.

"Later", he huffed. As he laid me back, spreading my legs as he did. "I have to have you right now" he begged.

With that he moved between my legs and roughly shoved his stiff cock deep into my hot burning slit. I was already very wet from anticipation. His thrusts were unbelievable, as he pounded me so hard I screamed out. The truck was rocking as he thrust deep inside me over and over again. When I thought I could take no more I dug my nails into his back and pulled him inside me with one last thrust! He exploded his hot wad deep inside me. I could feel him pumping his hot load into places my husband never could. My body twitched as yet another wave rushed through me. I haven't been with him even an hour yet and already he has put me over the edge several times!

He collapsed beside me as we both tried to catch our breaths.

I was finally able to speak. "So I take it you missed me"? I smiled!

"Oh baby, more then you could ever know". He gasped.

We cleaned up and dressed. On the way to the house I tried my hardest to convince him that my husband was "OK" with us being together, and he didn't have anything to worry about.

When we got there my husband met us at the door and greeted us with open arms. I wasn't completely convinced that this was going to work, but he was a perfect gentleman and made Tom feel right at home. He spent most of the time telling Tom about the race the next day and giving him all the details. He talked him into taking me down to the track tonight to walk around and check out all the tailgaters and partying that takes place around the track the night before the race. Because of traffic, my husband planned to drop us off and pick us up later after we had enough. Tom went to use the restroom and get a shower so he could get ready for tonight. When he did I followed my husband up to our room. As soon as we made it into the room he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you for doing this for me", he whispered.

I unsnapped my jeans and guided his hand between my legs. It was obvious from his expression that he felt Tom's wad still dripping from my pussy.

"Oh no, baby", the pleasure is all mine! I whispered with smile!

With that I also went to take a shower, my husband followed me into the bathroom, wanting to know how we managed to have sex before even making it back to the house! I just kept smiling as I watched his cock straining against his shorts. I allowed him to have a quickie with me before I jumped in the shower. He popped his load so quick, I could tell that my being with Tom was really exciting him!

"So how did it feel to get sloppy seconds" I asked him as he pulled his dripping cock from between my legs?

"That was awesome"! Was all he could manage between breaths!

We met Tom downstairs and left for the track. My husband had thought of everything. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels for Tom and a cooler packed with my favorite beer. I had decided on wearing my blue jeans with a blue button up shirt. I had on a sexy pair of white lace boy short panties (my favorite kind) with a matching white lace bra. I had intentionally left an extra button undone just to see if the boys noticed. From their expressions when I walked out, they did. The traffic getting into the track was heavy and it was all I could do to keep Tom's hands off me on the way there. My husband had insisted on Tom and I riding in the back seat. He let us out at the track and told us he would meet us back at the same spot at around midnight. Tom and I walked around getting drunk and taking in all the sights around the track. There were people partying everywhere you looked. It was very crowed but also very exciting as everyone was pretty much behaving themselves for the most part. Both Tom and I were getting very drunk, both from our own liquor and all the other drinks that some of the partiers forced upon us. We managed to stagger back to where we were meeting my husband and he was there waiting on us.

The ride home started off pretty quiet. Since we were buzzed it was all I could do to keep focused. Tom started kissing me on my neck. At first I tried to stop him but then I noticed my husband had set his mirror so he could watch us, so I decided to play a little bit. I began kissing him back as I wrapped my arms around him. I knew this would be driving my husband crazy, and I just hoped he was still able to drive. Tom was getting braver as his hand slipped inside my shirt and started rubbing my breasts. He had unsnapped my bra and was making my nipples rock hard from his touch. I had just finished working my bra out from under my shirt when we pulled into the driveway. I tossed it on the console as I got out of the truck. I saw my husbands expression as he saw what I did just before he closed his door.

When we got into the house it was kind of awkward. I was standing next to Tom and my husband was standing there looking at us. I wasn't sure what to do next. My husband spoke up first.

"So who's up for a few games of pool?" he suggested?

He looked in my direction. I looked over at Tom to see if he was up for it and he nodded.

" Ok", I said, "I think we are up for a few games".

We started playing and my husband made sure to keep the drinks flowing. Tom was really buzzed and I wasn't far behind. I knew my husband was up to something but I wasn't sure what. He poured another round of drinks and Tom racked the balls so he and I could play. I was down to the eight ball but had a really tough shot to make. My husband seeing his chance spoke up.

"Hey, I'll bet there is know way you will make that" he blurted out.

I looked over at him and smiled. "Oh yea"? I asked. And what if I do?

"Are you willing to put a little wager on it" he dared me!

I realized what he was up to. " I would", I said, "but I don't have any money".

"Hmmm", he thought out loud. "What could we play for"? "How about our shirts he finally blurted out. "Unless Tom would rather you didn't" he asked looking Toms way.

"Hey that's fine with me" Tom smiled. "As long as your ok with it", he stated.

"Your on", I boasted, "I'm not going to miss". "But if I make it, I get both your shirts".

The boys agreed and I proceeded to sink the ball without hesitation, even though I could hardly see the table.

" Ok, guys", I smiled, "let me have those shirts"!

They both shyly took them off and handed the to me. I held them up like a prize!

"Ok, who's next" I asked?

My husband quickly racked the balls and we started a new game. He ran the table and was quickly down to the eight ball.

"Same deal, right" he asked?

"I don't think so," I protested. "We didn't make any deals before the game".

"Oh, come on you chicken", he dared me, "At least you could agree to undo a couple buttons"

"But if you miss, I get your pants" I blurted out!

He shook his head in agreement and then made the shot without effort. He started racking again and looked over at Tom.

"I think you may have to undo them for her", he directed Tom. "I think she's going try to chicken out".

Tom got a big smile on his face.

"I think I can manage", I shot back. "You just worry about racking those balls".

I turned my back and undid all but the last two buttons. As I turned around I could tell that both of them were staring at my chest. I made sure to stand so that even though it was unbuttoned, I wasn't revealing much. I could tell they were both a bit disappointed, but I also knew that as soon as I started playing, they would get an eyeful.

My husband finished racking and motioned to Tom that it was his turn to play me. He made only one ball after the break and then it was my turn. As soon as I bent over to shoot, I could feel my shirt fall open as my breasts were exposed. I noticed Tom staring and I made a point of giving him a good view. I got lucky and quickly cleared the table. Neither Tom nor my husband said much while I was shooting. I think they were both to obsessed on checking out my titties.

As I lined up for the eight ball I looked at Tom and announced, " Hey if I make this you're losing those pants"! I was leaning over giving him a great view as I said it.

He was sitting on a bar stool in the corner watching me. He seemed to be in a trance and simply nodded in agreement. I easily made the shot and walked over to him and smiled.

"I'll be taking these", I giggled, as I reached down and unsnapped his jeans. As I pulled the zipper down he raised up from the stool and allowed me to pull his jeans out from under him. I could hear my husband racking the balls again as I pulled his jeans down and off of his legs. He looked so cute sitting there in just his boxers. I stood between his legs facing him and allowed my hand to drop into his lap. I inched in closer, my hand finding his semi stiff cock as I did. I figured if my husband wanted a show, he was going to get it! I leaned in and kissed him as my hand began groping his cock. He kissed me back as I allowed his tongue to find mine. I could feel him getting extremely hard from my touch. His hand reached up and entered my shirt. My nipple quickly hardened as he teased it between his fingers. What I didn't notice was that he had also unbuttoned the last two buttons on my shirt while I was toying with him. I was enjoying our little show when I heard my husband behind me.

"Ok, enough of that you too", he joked. "Lets play some pool".

I turned towards him and shot him an angry but playful look. When I moved he could easily see Toms stiff cock pushing against his boxers. I could tell that he was pleased with the results of my playing.

As I moved towards the table I suddenly realized that my shirt was now wide open. I tried to reach down to re-button it, but my husband reached over and pushed my hand away. I figured I would just have to leave it that way.

"Ok", my husband began, "since you got Tom's pants, I'm going to have to go after yours".

Before I could protest Tom quickly agreed.

I cleared the table rather quickly but missed with one ball left, other then the eight ball. My husband took advantage of this and was now down to the eight ball. Moving over by Tom, I allowed him to rub my ass while watching my husband shoot. I let my shirt fall open, hoping to catch my husband's attention and distract him. My body stiffened slightly as I saw him easily sink the eight ball.

"Looks like I win", announced my husband as he stood like a warrior who had just won a battle!

I turned to see Tom's expression and he was all smiles.

"I can help you with those", he offered.

With that he pulled me in front of him and unsnapped my jeans. He lingered a bit as he slowly slid my zipper down. I stood there motionless allowing him to slide my jeans down and over my hips. I could tell by his expression that he liked what he saw! His cock, which had softened somewhat during the game, sprang to life again. I could hear my husband racking the balls again but my attention was on Tom's hard cock. As I wiggled out of my jeans, I reached out and lightly toyed with his hard member. As he reached out to put his hands on my waist I quickly stepped back.

"I think we need to play one more game so I can get back at you guys" I protested! "And you need to lose your pants too so it will be even', I demanded of my husband.

"Ok", my husband began. "I guess that is fair.

He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, throwing them into the corner as he did. It was very obvious that his cock was hard as he tried to block it from view. Tom had the same problem as he stood up. I was enjoying the effect I was having on these two and it was my turn to play. I walked up behind Tom, as he was ready to break. Pulling my shirt open and pressing my breasts against his naked back, I reached around and grabbed his cock!

"If you lose, these boxers are mine" I teased.

My husband took up a stool in the far corner to watch us play. Being so drunk and half naked made it very hard for either one of us to concentrate. As the game went back and forth, I kept trying to distract Tom by grabbing at his cock when he would walk past me. He started doing the same, grabbing at my panties and rubbing me as I tried to get past him. As I stood eyeing up one shot he came up behind me, pressing his hard cock against me. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pulled my shirt down and off my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor without realizing what I had done. I suddenly looked at my husband after he did, and could tell that he liked this new development. After I missed that shot I turned around and faced Tom. He had a big smile on his face as my eyes lost contact with his and he caught me looking at his boxers. He moved closer to me, eyeing up my now naked breasts. His hands rose up and grabbed my breasts as he leaned down to kiss me. I took his tongue in my mouth as we embraced.

I forgot about my husband being in the room with us, as my hands found their way to his waist. I started to ease his boxers down until I felt his cock spring from their constraints. As they fell to the floor I felt one of Tom's hands lower and slip into my panties. His fingers found my clit and he toyed with it as I felt my body tingle in response. Before I knew it he had my panties down and two fingers buried deep inside me, pumping my wet pussy roughly. I had his cock in my hand stroking it in response. This continued for what seemed like forever as he brought me over the edge several times. I was startled when he turned me around and leaned me over the pool table. Leaning over the table allowed him to easily slip his hot cock between my legs. I felt my now wet pussy open as the ead of his sweet cock slipped in. His hands were wrapped around me squeezing my breasts as he pumped his manhood deep inside me. I was rocking my hips in rhythm with his when I noticed my husband who was still sitting in the back corner, his own cock was out and in his hand, pumping it. That put me over the edge as I exploded again and again. Tom pulled out and moved me to the floor. He pushed my legs apart and buried his tongue deep into my wetness. His tongue alternated between my hard clit and my hot pussy, making me arch my back and scream out in pleasure. He then mounted me again, and rammed his thick cock deep inside me almost splitting me in two. I felt him shudder as his hot wad burst deep inside me. I thought that his load would never stop as it oozed down, out around his cock. He pulled out and lay down beside me.

When we regained our senses, I got up, only to find my husband gone, and some pillows and blankets lying by the table. Tom and I snuggled up and fell quickly asleep. And I knew that my husband had his chance to watch what he had been wanting to see!

Debbie Does Because

Debbie Does Because
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

There was a time when I thought that I was "one sick puppy." No, that's not right, I am one sick puppy, but there was a time that I thought that I was alone in my particular obsession. Then I got a computer, got turned on to the internet, and found out that there are a lot of other people out there who are just like me. My obsession? Eating my wife's pussy after she has been freshly fucked by someone else!

I wasn't always that way. I used to be a clean living, fun-loving guy, and then I did the one thing that fucks us all up - I got married. Don't get me wrong, Debbie is a great girl and I'm lucky that she chose to be my wife, but once we said, "I do," my life became a lot of "Oh no you don'ts."

I suppose it happens to all guys when they get married, but I don't understand why. Debbie and I dated for two years before we got married. She knew everything there was to know about me so she knew what she was getting, right? She made up her mind to marry me based on what I was, right? Wrong! The first thing to change was no smoking in the house. Since I don't smoke anyway you would thing that that one wouldn't bother me, but for seven years I have hosted a Friday night poker game and four of the players smoke.

That led to the second change - no more poker games. Next to go was bowling. I am an avid bowler, carry a 214 average, and at one time was considering going on the pro tour. I was bowling in three leagues plus rolling in pot games after the leagues, but I was informed that bowling was taking up to much of my time and I wasn't spending enough time with Debbie ("Honestly, you care more about that damned old bowling ball than you do me.") So two leagues and the pot games were gone.

Next on the agenda was golf; it went from twice a week to once a month, if I'm lucky. Then came the makeover. She started buying me my clothes ("You can't go around looking like that."); changed my after shave (too tart), my underarm deodorant (too sweet), and my toothpaste ("You need this one, it has whiteners").

Things got a bit sticky there for a while when she decided that we would trade in my pick up for a minivan. I put my foot down on that one and things were a bit frosty around the house for a few days. Why did I put up with all that shit? Because Debbie had the face of an angel, the body of a porn queen, cooked better than my mother (and believe me, that's saying something), made 75K a year as a systems programmer, and she was the most fantastic piece of ass I'd ever had in my life. I've found that you can overlook an awful lot if you are having your brains fucked out half a dozen times a week -or more.

That brings us to the sex part of the story. Take one man, put him on a bed and line up six women for him to fuck. Then take one woman and put her on a bed next to the man and line up six men for her to fuck. Which one do you think will wear out first? Well, that's my situation - I'm the one guy and Debbie is the six women. When we were dating we enjoyed each other two, sometimes three times a week, and then we said our "I do's" and it was like a switch was flipped to the permanently on position. Five times on our wedding night alone! At the end of our two-week honeymoon I had lost fifteen pounds. The only thing that was keeping me alive was the fact that we both had day jobs so I could go to work to rest up; if we had been independently wealthy and could have stayed home during the day I'd probably be dead by now. Debbie is a fuck machine and she wants it all the time.

My friends told me not to worry, that it would change, "In a couple of years you will be down to two, maybe three times a week, and you will be wishing you could go back to the good old days when you could get all you wanted."

That was six years ago and Debbie hasn't even come close to slowing down. And Debbie is inventive. She reads about a position and we have to try it. She read about a sex swing and now we have one in our basement. She read about a lotion that makes a man stay harder longer and now we have three bottles of it. She has fucked me in every room in the house and on every piece of furniture that we own that will hold us up. And, of course, she has her favorites. For regular intercourse she prefers doggie style, and for anal she likes for me to sit in a chair while she sits on me, and for oral she prefers sixty-nine - and that is where my obsession started.

One night she was sucking my cock while I was licking her labia and she asked me to cum in her mouth:

"I want to see what it tastes like."

So I did and she liked it. After that once or twice a week she would suck me to completion, swallow it all, keep sucking me till I was hard again, and then try to fuck my brains out. About a month after doing it for the first time she asked me if I knew what my cum tasted like and I said no. She had just finished sucking me off and swallowing my load; she spun around and kissed me and then stuck her tongue down my throat and I tasted me for the first time. It didn't do a thing for me, but Debbie got a charge out of it. The next time she sucked me all the way off she did the same thing, only that time she hadn't swallowed it all and she pushed it into my mouth with her tongue. Again, it didn't do anything for me, but it drove Debbie wild. A week later she asked me to go down on her just after I'd fucked her; I did and it was great! Coming out of her pussy my cum tasted nothing like it did when it came out of her mouth. I don't know whether it was the combination of her juices mixing with mine, or just my imagination, but it tasted great. More to the point, Debbie got enormously turned on by it; she bucked and screamed and had a tremendous orgasm and my eating her out after fucking her became a regular part of our sex life.

A couple of years went by and then one day I got hurt on the job and I ended up in a back brace for five months. As a result, our sex life came to an abrupt halt and it didn't take long before the lack of sexual satisfaction began to tell on Debbie. She got cross and irritable and pretty soon we were arguing about everything. One day about two months after the accident we had a real nasty argument and I shouted at her:

"Jesus fucking Christ! I didn't ask for this to happen. I'm suffering every bit as much as you are. Go buy yourself a big fucking dildo or a summer sausage or something and get yourself off. Just stop your goddamn bitching at me."

Debbie ran crying from the room and later that night she came to bed and hugged me and said she was sorry for being such a bitch and would I forgive here and on and on and on. What was to forgive? I knew what the problem was and it wasn't her fault, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Two days later Debbie came home from work with two shopping bags full of toys. A couple of battery operated dildos, one really long double headed one, and one I called Max the Monster. It was eleven and a half inches long, as big around as my wrist, and it had a suction cup base. Debbie put the toys to the test, especially Max, and things calmed down around the house. Another month and the back brace came off, two months of physical therapy, and the doctor gave me a clean bill of health to go back to full activities. When Debbie came home the night that I was cleared, I met her at the front door, swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. I put her down on the bed and started to undress.

"What are you doing?" Debbie asked. "Resuming my husbandly duties, my love."

Debbie's face turned ashen and she pulled away from me, "I thought it was going to be another month before you could have sex."

"That was the schedule," I said, "but I have been working really hard at therapy, and the doctor has given me the green light" and I reached for the top button on her dress. She pulled back away from me, "What's the matter?" I asked, "I thought you would be pleased."

She looked up at me and I saw a tear on her cheek. "Please sit down" she said, and when I just stood there she said, "Please honey, sit down" and so I did. "Do you love me?" she asked, "Do you really, really love me?"

I said I did.

"Enough to forgive me for doing something really terrible to you?"

I just looked at her for several moments before saying, "I'm pretty sure that I do, but we won't know until you tell me about this terrible thing, will we?"

The tears were rolling down her cheeks now and she said, "I'm sorry baby, oh god, I'm so sorry, but I've been having sex with another man."

I looked at her, stunned into silence. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I was going crazy, you couldn't help, the dildo's couldn't help, I was making your life miserable and then one day when it was particularly bad one of the guys at the office made a pass at me and I let him take me to bed."

I still couldn't say anything. I just stared at her.

"Baby please, please don't look at me like that. He doesn't mean a thing to me, it was just sex, that's all, just sex."

I managed to croak out, "How long?"

She said, "About a month now," and the story came tumbling out of her. She'd gotten up to go to work feeling particularly horny and had spent ten minutes sliding up and down on Max, but all that did was make her more frustrated. At work, just before lunch, one of the guys she worked with made the remark that she looked really sexy that day and without any conscience thought she had said, "Sexy enough to fuck?" and they went to a motel and spent the rest of the day there. Since then she had been meeting him at motels at least three times a week.

"It's just sex baby, that's all it was. I needed it, I was going crazy and it just happened. He means nothing to me baby. I love you, only you. You know that, don't you?"

What do you do? I mean, where is there some sort of guidebook to tell you what to do in a situation like this? I was hurt; I was angry, but I loved her. So what do you do?

"If you love me, why did you pull away from me just now. Why, after all these months, all these months when you craved sex, just had to have sex, did you pull away from me now that I can give it to you?"

Debbie looked down at the floor and in a voice I could barely hear said, "I just left him and he's still in me." I looked at her, not understanding, and she said, "I haven't cleaned myself yet. He's still in me."

Suddenly I understood what she was telling me - she had just come home from fucking her lover and still had his cum in her. I loved Debbie, and while the thought of her rolling around on a bed with another guy didn't set well with me, I wasn't ready to lose her over it. I looked at her, sobbing on the bed, and I suddenly knew what I had to do to show her that I loved her, and that I forgave her. I undressed her, pushed her back on the bed and then I went down on her.

It was a long night and a hard one. The doctor was wrong; I wasn't fully fit, at least as far as being able to keep up with Debbie. I could only fuck her twice before I ran out of steam. Debbie was cuddled up next to me and we were holding each other and in the warm after glow of love making Debbie asked me why I had gone down on her knowing that she had another man's cum in her. I explained that it was the only way I could think of to show her that I loved her enough to forget about what she had done.

"Didn't it bother you?"

"Not really," I replied. "I've eaten you enough after fucking you to know that the taste won't kill me."

She rolled up on an elbow and asked, "What did he taste like?"

I thought for a moment before saying, "Well, he did taste a little bit different that I do, enough so that I noticed it."

"Did you like it?" she asked.

I looked over at her and said, "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Well," she said, "Either thinking about it or talking about it did something that you said you couldn't do anymore tonight."

"What?" I asked.

She grabbed hold of my hard cock and said, "This!"

We stayed home from work the next day and she destroyed me. Every time that I knew I just couldn't possibly get it up again Debbie would say something like, "Look at me. Imagine his cum running down my leg right here," and she'd point to a place on her inner thigh and I'd get rock hard again. Eventually though I had to quit because I started to feel twinges in my back. Debbie said:

"Can't keep up? Do I have to keep my lover for a while longer, at least until you're fully recovered?"

I know she was joking, and she knew that I knew she was joking, so I'm not sure which of us was the most surprised when I said, "I guess you better."

She sat up; "You can't be serious!"

"Why not?" I said, "We just proved I'm not yet up to the task and I rather have you in the mood you've been in for the last month than in the bitchy mood you used to be in."

She looked at me like I was crazy; "I don't think so. It was one thing when you couldn't do it at all, but even if you have to take it easy for a while it will be enough."

"Okay" I said, "Your choice, but I think we just proved that I can work through you're being with him. Besides, I kind of liked his taste."

She smiled at me, "I noticed how turned on you get when I talk about him fucking me, but I don't think so. You can give me enough."

A week went by with Debbie and I making love once every other day or so and then one night she came home and said, "I brought you a present."

"Where is it?" I asked. She raised her skirt, stepped out of her panties, sat on the edge of the couch and said, "Here" and she pointed at her pussy. I looked at it and saw that the hairs were wet with white stuff and I looked back up at her face.

"You were right," she said, "I did need just a little more than you could give me. We both worked through lunch so we could leave work early tonight. I wanted to bring it to you fresh."

That was the start of it and from then on two or three times a week she would bring me home a freshly fucked pussy and I would eat her out. This continued on even after I was up to one hundred percent and able to keep up with her. One night she came home and said, "Enjoy it baby, it's the last time."

I asked her what she meant and she told me that he was starting to get too possessive so she told him to take a hike. As I went to my knees in front of her I said, "I guess you will have to find someone else."

That was three years ago and Debbie has managed to come up with a string of 'some one else's' and I never get tired of her coming home and saying, "I've got something for you" and lifting her skirt.

What I Came Home To

What I Came Home To
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

What I Came Home To

By Just Plain Bob

It had been a bad day all around. The car had a dead battery when I left the house to go to work. I got a ration of shit from my foreman for being late to work and thirty minutes before quitting time I cut my arm so bad that I had to have four stitches. I got home to find my wife not there and my dinner not ready which I admit is no big thing in the great scheme of life, but it was my bowling night and for the last six years the pattern was I came home to a ready dinner, grabbed my bowling shirt and split for the bowling alley getting there just in time for the start of the early league. Ten minutes after I got home Shelly came in with an arm full of packages from the stores at the mall. Normally I am a calm, quiet guy and I tend to think before I speak, but it had been a bad day and dinner not waiting and Shelly shopping was just too much.

"Damn it Shelly, I told you that we needed to watch the budget. What the hell are you doing out spending money instead of being here fixing dinner. You know it is my bowling night."

It was stupid of me and I knew it before the words were completely out of my mouth. Shelly's response was as predictable as was my response to her response. Voices got louder and the conversation, if it could be called that, got more and more heated. By the time I grabbed my bowling ball and slammed the front door behind me the temperature in the house was below freezing.

The drive to the bowling alley gave me time to realize that I had let the happenings of the day put me in a foul mood and I'd let that foul mood rob me of my common sense. I'd had no good reason to jump Shelly the way I had and over something stupid like my dinner not being ready at that. Now I was going to have to crawl on my knees to try and fix my fuck up.

The God's must have decided that I needed some cheering up and so they smiled down on me. I carry a 173 average and rarely does a week go by that I don't have a game in the high 190s or low 200s, but that night I found my grove. My first game was a 256 and I followed it with a 237 in the second game, but it was the third game that made my night. The tension mounted as I threw strike after strike after strike. I had seven in a row and my palms were sweaty as I contemplated my first ever 300 game. In the eighth frame I knew as soon as I released the ball that I was fucked. I had hit one board to the left of my spot and as I stood there and watched I thought oh well, maybe next time. But the God's were still smiling down on me. The ball came in on the Brooklyn side of the head pin, I got good pin action and all of those puppies went down. I began to think I could do no wrong. The ninth frame was another strike off of a poorly thrown ball and I just knew it was my destiny to roll that 300. Bowling out in the tenth I threw two more strikes and suddenly the sweaty palms were back and no amount of playing with the rosin bag would dry them. I eyed my spot, looked down the alley, took a deep breath and went. The approach was perfect, the release a thing of beauty and then I stood there and watched as the ball made its way down the alley. It was absolutely and without a doubt the most perfect ball I had ever rolled. It tracked down my grove, came straight in at the pocket and then the crack of the hit and pins flying everywhere and when all the action was done I stood there and stared. The fucking ten pin was still standing. The most perfect ball I'd ever thrown and it left a fucking ten pin. For an instant I was one highly pissed individual and then I remembered that Brooklyn hit from the eighth and shrugged. It all evens out. Besides, a 792 series isn't anything to sneeze at and as a consolation I took all four jackpots that night. The team retired to the bar and we celebrated for a couple of hours.

I was in a great mood on the drive home and I knew just what to do to start working my way back into Shelly's good graces. She was usually asleep when I got home, but that night I was going to wake her up. I would do it by doing what Shelly loved the most - I would eat her pussy. The house was dark when I got there. I put my bowling ball in the hall closet and quietly entered the dark bedroom. I heard Shelly's even breathing and it indicated that she was sound asleep. I undressed and pulled the sheet off her and then slowly worked her underpants down. She must have been really pissed at me; she always sleeps naked and never wears panties to bed unless she plans on denying me sex. I grinned, let's see her try to deny me when she wakes up with my tongue in her box.

I eased her legs apart and moved in to position. Her pussy smelled a little different that night and I couldn't quite place my finger on why I thought that. She was wet, very wet, when my tongue probed the folds of her pussy and she moaned and her pussy seemed to rise up to meet me. I wanted to be firmly in control when she woke up so I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her to me and then I got busy eating pussy. I heard a couple of grunts, a snort and then, "Wha..., oh, oh, oh" and hands grabbed my head and held me in place. At that exact instant that the hands grabbed my head I realized why her cunt smelled different and why she was so wet. I had just tasted the wetness and I knew what it was! She had been very recently fucked and I was licking up another man's cum!

It is hard to try and explain the thoughts that roar through your head at a time like that. The emotion is anger and rage, but the thoughts are a jumbled mess and they all run together. In no particular order they were: -The bitch had been so mad at me that she had gone out and let another man fuck her. Then she had come home and gone to bed with her panties on to tell me that I wasn't going to be getting any pussy for a while. - Had she done this before? I'd never know because the "no panties, no sex" was a given after we'd had an argument. - Did she get mad and just go out and get laid, or did she have a regular lover? - She hadn't showered when she got home. Was she getting some perverse kick out of lying next to me in bed with another man's cum soaking her insides? - Did I really know what she did on the nights that I bowled? - She had cum in her. Did she have unprotected sex every time she fucked another guy? Was that another kick of hers - to let me possibly raise some other guy's kid? - Just how fresh was the stuff? How long had she been home, or had she even gone out? Had she fucked him here in our own bed?

Was it a white man's cum? She'd told me once about s fling she'd had in college with a black basketball player. Was there any truth to the "once you go black you'll always go back?"

All of that shit bounced around in my head in the time it took Shelly to go from, "Wha..." to "oh, oh, oh." The natural reaction probably would have been for me to leap out of the bed, turn on the light and scream, "You fucking whore! Who was it?"

But I had a hard on and I was ready to fuck and since this might be my last time until after the divorce and I could find someone else I decided to make the best of it. Don't get me wrong here, I didn't have a hard cock over the fact that I was sucking up another man's leavings; my cock had been hard since I started home from the bowling alley thinking about how I was going to make up with Shelly. Besides, I'd never had sloppy seconds before, at least not that I knew of, and I was just a little curious.

I redoubled my efforts on Shelly's unfaithful cunt. Give her something to remember me by. She was writhing and humping her pussy at my mouth as I licked and sucked away at her. Her grunts and "oh, ohs" were all I was getting out of her which was strange because Shelly was usually very vocal. Was she feeling guilty knowing that I was sucking up her lover's sauce?

My cock was throbbing and I was ready to fuck, but I always made sure that I got Shelly off when I ate her and not to do it this time might have made her suspicious and I didn't want that. I was going to leave her unfaithful ass, but not until I had all my ducks in a row. I latched onto her clit and sucked hard at it while shoving a finger up Shelly's ass and she screamed and had her orgasm. She wasn't down from her high yet when I climbed on and shoved my cock into her. It slid right in her already well lube hole and I held myself still for a second or two to feel the sensation of another man's cum around my cock and then I began to fuck her.

I slammed into the bitch as hard as I could and with each stroke she emitted a loud grunt and then her legs locked around me, her nails bit into my ass and she screamed out, "Oh God yes, oh sweet fucking Jesus yes!" as she had another orgasm. It didn't register on me until my cum was already boiling up out of my balls that Shelly had screamed out those words. Shelly had always been loudly vocal during the act, but only noises, never words. Was the cunt so turned on by the fact she was fucking me with her lover's cum still inside her that she was changing her personality?

I drained into her and then went to get up, but she grabbed me and pulled me back down. The whore wanted me to eat her again. Well, what the fuck, it wasn't going to happen again very often since I figured to be moved out in less that a week so down I went. I licked and slurped and sucked as Shelly pushed her cunt up at me and dug her fingers in my hair and clutched me to her. I attacked her pussy. I'd give her an orgasm that she would never forget - one she could think of on the nights that I'd no longer be around. She had once told me that she could never get any of her boyfriends to go down on her and that for her to have found me and that I loved to do it was a gift from the gods. With any kind of luck (from my point of view) she would never find anyone else who would do it for her, let alone do it and love doing it. The fucking slut could play with herself and suffer as she remembered what she'd had in me. My jaw was getting sore and I knew it was time for me to stop and I sent my finger on it's way to Shelly's asshole, but before it could get there she had another orgasm. I waited until her breathing steadied and then I started to raise myself up and she said, "Sweet fucking Jesus. I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

I was on my knees looking down on the dark form lying on the bed. My mind was in turmoil and I didn't know what to do. The voice wasn't Shelly's! The woman in my bed wasn't my wife.

I stumbled off the bed and turned on the light. Lying on the bed and looking at me with a bemused smile on her face was Marlene, my best friend's wife.

"No wonder Shelly is always walking around with a big smile on her face. That was something baby; that was mind blowing."

"What are you doing here? Why are you in our bed?"

"Strictly an accident lover. A happy accident, at least for me, but an accident none the less. I must have gotten mixed up when I went to the bathroom and ended up in the wrong bed."

"But why are you here?"

"Shelly's mom had an accident and Shelly had to pick her up and take her to the hospital emergency room. She tried reaching you at the bowling alley, but for some reason couldn't. She called Doug to see if he would run over and let you know, but he had the carb off his truck and he needed to get it fixed for work tomorrow so I volunteered to come over here and wait for you to get home. I got sleepy and I lay down on the bed in the spare bedroom. I got up to go to the bathroom and must have gotten turned around and so here we are. Could you tell that Doug and I made love just before I came over here?"

I nodded a yes.

"The first time? You knew then?"

Again I nodded a yes.

"Doug has never eaten my pussy. I don't know what turned me on the most, getting my pussy eaten or knowing that you were eating me while I was full of Doug's sperm. It was wild lover and I've never felt like that before in my life. We have to do it again."

"Don't be silly Marlene, you are my best friends wife."

"You have already fucked your best friends wife and done a marvelous job of it I might add, and you have also eaten her to two tremendous orgasms so it shouldn't be a problem to do it again."

"It was an accident Marlene, it never should have happened."

"But it did happen lover and I want it to happen again."

"No Marlene, no way."

"Yes lover, way, and you know why? Because if you don't I'll tell Doug and Shelly that you came home all liquored up and raped me. I'll call the cops and tell them the same thing. They will haul you off and then take me to the hospital and get a culture from my vagina and guess whose DNA they will find? Look on the bright side lover, Doug tells me that I'm the hottest piece of ass he's ever found and you can have all of it you can handle. So, until I can find some way to get Doug to eat my pussy you get to do the honors. It won't be one way lover. To return the favor I'll fuck you blind. Now come on over here lover and make me scream again."

I shook my head no and was backing away from the bed when the phone rang. I picked up the bedside phone and found that it was Shelly calling from the hospital. I was talking to Shelly and not paying any attention to Marlene so it came as a complete surprise when I felt her mouth close around my cock. I tried to pull away, but Marlene had a death grip on my ass with both of her hands and she wasn't letting me go anywhere. There was a slight pause in the conversation on my end as I struggled to get away from Marlene and Shelly said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing baby, I almost dropped the phone."

"Did Marlene tell you what is going on?"

"Yes. How is your mother?"

"She fell and hit her head. She is suffering from a mild concussion and they don't want to release her for a bit. I'll be here at least two or three more hours. I'll see you in the morning. I love you, bye baby."

By the time I put the phone down Marlene had my cock as hard as a bar of iron and all of my blood was in the head of my dick and there was none left in the big head to keep my brain on the right track. I pushed Marlene back on the bed and mounted her and as my cock slid into her cunt I said, "You want it. You got it. Shelly won't be home for at lest two hours so I'm going to do my best to send you home bow-legged."

"Just one more time lover and then I have to be going."

"Bullshit Marlene. You want to blackmail me for sex; sex is what you are going to get. What you tell Doug when you get home is your problem, but you aren't leaving this bed for another two hours."

She giggled, "Not even to go home and get another load from Doug so you can suck it out of me?"

"Tomorrow" I snarled as I began to pound into her cunt, "We can do that tomorrow."

The Wedding Planner chp. 9

The Wedding Planner chp. 9 [part 9 of 15]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

She managed to get four hours sleep before the clock went off. As she showered she ran through a mental checklist. She had cleaned the house thoroughly so that there would be no sign that she had "entertained" while Jake was gone. She had washed and put away the clothes of Jake's that Harv and Tony had worn while they had fucked her. She had even remembered to clean the cum stains off the seat of the riding lawn mower. The place would be ready for Jake when he got home.

Jake was sure to want to make love when he got home so she would have to make sure that Dan fucked her if he couldn't set her up with someone. She could not - just could not - give Jake pussy unless it had been freshly used by someone else.

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She had just sat down at her desk when the phone rang. It was Marci telling her that Dan wanted to see her in his office.

"You don't look any the worse for wear this morning" Marci said when she walked into Dan's outer office.

"No thanks to you. I can't believe that you bailed out on me and left me with two sex starved young kids."

"Hey, you knew going in that I would have to leave to beat the asshole home. Besides, I was more worried about them. You forget dearie, I've seen you in action. Go right in; he's waiting for you."

Dan looked up and smiled when she walked into his office. He pointed at the chair opposite the desk as he said:

"Good morning sweetie. What do you have on your schedule today?"

"Not much. No weddings this weekend for a change. I do have the Advertising Council conference tomorrow, but it has been covered. Should have nothing to do on it unless there is a last minute problem. Day after tomorrow is the seminar put on by that guy who is trying to sell his system for playing the stock market and that one is a piece of cake. Coffee and donuts at ten and he will be out of there by noon."

"So you will be free for lunch today?"

"I suppose."

"Good. You and I are going to have lunch with a friend of mine and after that I believe that he will keep you busy most of the afternoon. Harvey tells me that you pull a pretty good train. Is that right?"

"Let us just say that I know how to party with a group."

"How would you feel about acting as a hostess at a poker party?"

"Describe hostess?"

"Serve beer and snacks and satisfy sexual urges."

"For how many?"

"Six, counting myself."

"I could probably do it, but the question is when? Jake is due back today so evenings are out until he leaves on another trip."

"According to Harvey that will be the week after next. But back to the poker game. It will be tomorrow from one until six. If you can't or don't want to do it I can probably get Marci to do it."

"Oh I'll do it all right. No way will I pass up a chance to give Jake a pussy that well used."

"I'll swing by your office around eleven to pick you up for lunch."

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Lunch with Dan and his friend Al was pleasant. The afternoon with Al was enjoyable and she had another envelope to add to her safe deposit box. She was showered and well douched when she got home. Jake was already there and unpacking his bags when she walked into the house and the first thing he said was:

"What's for dinner?"

She lifted her skirt and pointed to her pussy and said: "This! And if you do a good enough job on it I might even see my way clear to cooking you a steak."

As Jake lapped at her pussy she remembered Al sliding his cock in it only an hour earlier and the thought triggered an orgasm. Jake took his mouth off of her and asked:

"What is going on with you? I never used to be able to get you off just by eating your beaver."

"You never used to be gone for a week at a time before either. I get super horny when I'm doing without and so I'm much more responsive when you do get home and take care of me."

Jake went back to sucking and licking her well used pussy and she wished again that she could be brave enough to leave at least just a taste of someone else's cum in her pussy for Jake to lap up. Oh well, maybe some day. After several minutes Jake moved as if he were going to get in a position for a sixty-nine and she said:

"No Jake, I need it in my pussy now. I'm ready for it baby, let me have it now."

Since finding out about what Jake was doing she made it policy not to suck Jake's cock until he had been in her pussy. While she wanted Jake to taste whatever flavor her lovers might have left behind and that she couldn't wash off, she had no intension of tasting who he had last been with. She would at least dilute it with her juices.

She parted her legs and Jake moved between them and as he pushed his cock into her she was thinking about the poker party the next day. Depending on how many times the six men took her she might have to plead "headache" for a couple of days to keep Jake from feeling the ?looseness.' Then she suddenly remembered that whole purpose behind what she was doing was to give Jake recently used pussy. She would just have to fuck his eyes out that night and again in the morning. If he commented on the looseness she would say it was because of how many times he had done her.

She did Jake four times that night and twice the next morning and then jokingly said:

"I may have to stay home from work today lover. I don't know if I will even be able to walk after the workout you have given me."

"Make it through the day baby and tonight I'll kiss it and make it better."

She smiled and said, "I will hold you to that lover; I will most definitely hold you to that."

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She spent the morning doing paperwork and clearing out her "in" basket. At ten to twelve Dan called her and asked if she was ready to go and she said yes. He told her to meet him in the parking garage and then he drove her to his condo. When they walked in the door she saw the appreciation on the faces of the five players (Dan being the sixth) and that made her feel good.

It was pretty much the same as they card game part of Bobby's bachelor party. It started with her keeping the chip and dip bowls full and fetching beers for the players. A trip to the table to deliver a beer or fill a bowl always got her a hand on a breast, a hand up under her skirt or a hand rubbing her ass.

An hour into the game one of the guys threw in his hand and said:

"That's it for me. My luck at this table sucks so I'm going to see if I can do better in the bedroom." He looked at her and said, "How about it sweetie? Think these guys can get their own beers for a while?"

She smiled at him and said, "I guess they will just have to, won't they?" She reached out and took his hand. "Come on lover, the bedroom is this way" and she led him from the room.

He was pounding her hard and she was right on the edge of an orgasm when the next man came into the room and started undressing. Then the card game ended as everyone got up to see what was going on in the bedroom. Everyone but Dan did her twice. Dan did her three times; the last as they showered together after the others had left. Then Dan had driven her back to the hotel so she could pick up her car. As she started to get out of his car he handed her an envelope.

"The guys told me to tell you that you were worth every penny. Pete wants to marry you and Benny asked me to ask you if he could see you again. I think he would like to make a steady arrangement with you. All in all you were a big hit." He looked at her quietly for a moment and then said, "I'm going to miss you."

"Miss me? Why? Are you going to fire me?"

"No sweetie, but I'm betting that it won't be too much longer before Harvey makes you an offer that you can't refuse."

"I don't think he can do that. I'm committed to fucking over Jake for a long as I can and going with Harvey would put an end to that."

"I hope you mean it sweetie because I am in no hurry to lose you."

"Not to worry Dan; I'm meeting way too many interesting people through you."

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Jake was already home when she got there and he had already started fixing dinner. He must have been feeling guilty about something because him doing anything inn the kitchen was something that rarely happened.

"What's the occasion?"

"I'm sorry honey. I know I've only been home two days, but I have to fly to Houston in the morning and I won't be back until some time Saturday."

Inside she was smiling - a chance to get more check marks - but outside she decided that it was time for some payback.

"You know Jake, for over a year now I've listened to you harp on how my job always seems to get in the way, but what about your job? When are you home any more? It is getting so that you rush in the door, make love to me a couple of times and then say, "Se you babe" and rush right back out the door. Your job is playing hell with my sex life Jake and I'm not the least bit happy about it. All the things that you used to bitch at me about are what you are doing now."

It was all she could do to keep from spitting in his face when he said, "I'm hurting too baby." She thought of the private investigators report sitting in her safe deposit box and seethed although she hid it well.

"I'm on the edge here honey. I've got their interest and I can smell the promotion. Once I get it I won't have to do these road trips and things will get back to normal. Please baby; just bear with me. I promise you things will get better."

She walked over to the stove and turned the burners off. "We don't have time for dinner. If you are leaving tomorrow and won't be back until Saturday you have your work cut out for you. But first you have a promise to keep. You have to kiss it and make it better and then you will have to use it a weeks worth."

"Oh I'll kiss it and make it better all right, but I don't know about the weeks worth part. No way am I going to be able to get it up a dozen times, but I will do my best."

She spread her legs wide and waited with a smile on her face as his mouth moved toward her pussy. She let out a sigh as Jake's tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy and started working on her clit. She felt incredibly hot knowing that he was feasting on her after all those other cocks had been there. Jake hungrily ate her pussy, probing deep with his tongue. She could feel her juices starting to run as an orgasm took hold of her and she hoped that there might be a trace of cum mixed in with her juices as Jake lapped them up.

After that it was straight sucking and fucking until Jake couldn't get it up any more. She fell asleep content knowing that she had fucked over her husband one more time.

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The first thing she did when she got to work the next day was stop by Marci's desk and ask her if she wanted to play a little after work. She told Marci about Jake's sudden road trip and how she would be free in the evenings for the rest of the week.

"I can't tonight Fran. I told asshole I'd go with him to a cocktail party that his boss is having, but I don't have anything planned for tomorrow."

"Then I guess I'll let Dan know I'm available for the evening. Maybe he will have something for me to do. Have him call me when he gets in."

Dan called her at nine and she filled him in and told him she was free for the next two evenings if he needed her to take care of someone.

"How free Fran?"

"I've got until Jake gets back from his trip on Saturday."

"Up to taking a road trip of your own?"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember Jared?"

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She woke up first and glanced over at the bedside clock and smiled. She had time before needing to leave for the airport so she pulled the sheet back to expose his naked body and then she slid down and took his cock in her mouth. She gave Jared a leisurely blow job until he was fully awake and then she rolled over on her back. Jared ran his fingers along her pussy and ass and she was more than ready for him to make love to her. Jared moved over her and as his cock pushed in to her she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. She could feel his cock swell, getting harder as it pushed deeper into her.

"You like that?" she heard him say.

"Oh yes lover; oh yes I do."

She gasped as he started fucking her harder and faster. "Yes" she moaned, "Like that; hard and fast like that. Fuck me, make me cum."

Jared was ramming her hard and she was crying out, "Yes, yes, yes" as her ass was bouncing off the mattress and her nails were dug into his ass trying to pull him in deeper. She screamed as she came and seconds later Jared spilled into her.

She lay there basking in that warm "just fucked" mood and was wishing that she didn't have to get up, shower and get ready to leave. Her cell phone chirped and she was reaching for it when Jared's hand caught her arm.

"Don't answer it. If you don't get involved in a phone call that might drag on we may just have time for one more."

"I have to answer it. The only person it could be is my husband and if he can't reach me he might start having thoughts that I don't want him to have."

The phone stopped chirping as she picked it up and she hit the buttons to pull up "missed calls." It had been Jake. She hit the ?pre-set' for his cell and when he answered she said:

"I was on the pot sweetie and couldn't get to the phone quick enough. What's up?"

"Bad news honey. I'm stuck here another day. I can't get out of here until tomorrow afternoon. That should get me home by nine."

"You know Jake, I could really learn to hate that that fucking job of yours" and she disconnected. She put the phone back on the bedside table and it started chirping almost immediately as Jake tried to get back to her. She smiled at Jared.

"You wanted one more? If you can change my flight to tomorrow you can have several more."

To be continued.