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ONE

I’d gone out drinking with a co-worker, and we ended up talking about trends in porn, and he let slip that his fiancée had picked up a couple of guys in Vegas and he liked it. Felt it had done their relationship a lot of good. Said he was excited about getting married now, that it didn’t mean an end to sex.

Then a few weeks later a guy I knew from high school visited and told us this crazy story.

Cal was travelling up the West Coast, doing his On The Road thing 50 years too late. He was passing through San Francisco and I invited him to stay at my place.

To be honest, I had a lot to be proud of, and a lot I wanted to show off.

I’ll tell you more about that later, but here’s the story he told us both, me and Kim, within a drink or two after I came back from work.

You hear this and tell me it wasn’t some kind of set-up for the whole damn thing.

“I was in this town,” he said, “and I checked into this hostel and was having a beer when this guy comes up and asks if I want to fuck his wife.”

“No way,” said Kim

“Yes way,” said Cal. “Anyway, I took a look at her, and she wasn’t bad. I mean, they’d come planning to do this, right? So I go back to their place and we get high and pretty soon she just starts blowing me, her husband sat right there.”

“Didn’t that freak you out?” I said.

“Kinda, I guess, but it was hot too. I mean, I was stoned and this guy’s wife had my cock in her mouth. I was doing good. I liked it”

“What happened next?” said Kim.

“Well, she kept blowing me, then he joined in – didn’t touch me, we talked about that – and then we fucked her brains out. It was ridiculous. And you know what?”

“No, what?”

“She called me over the next day while her husband was at work and sucked my dick again, said ‘young cum is good for me’ and sent me on my way.”

“Wow,” I said, “that’s fucked up.”

“I think it’s cool,” said Kim. “Sounds exciting.”

The whole story’s right there.

I wish I’d seen it coming.

 

TWO

My name’s Bucky Goldstein, or it is in this story, because there’s no way I’m telling you my real name, not with what’s about to go down. But I’ve got to tell someone about it, because it’s fucked up, which is why I’m typing it out here, just to see how it happened, to check out any narrative kinks and get it straight in my head.

I’m a systematic kind of person.

I was born in a small town but I did good in high school. Über geek. Ended up going to a great college, finished early, then came out here to San Francisco for a fantastic job three years ago, for a big company you’ve definitely heard of, but back when it was much, much smaller, and they were still paying in stock as much as cash.

I’m not famous, and I’m not rich compared to some of my peers – but my boss, less than 10 years older than me, and someone who knows my name – he’s in the top 100 richest in the US.

He lives like a god, but I have about as much money as the good-looking dancer who can’t sing in the boyband a couple of years after they split, if he had a good accountant and lawyer.

I don’t have a jet but I have a kickass home with a pool and cabana. I’ve got three cars, a Tesla, a BMW and a 1965 Cobra, in chrome.

I have a statue of Yoda in my garden, right in a nice spot to get high in.

Key point:  I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, which is great, especially as I didn’t have the easiest time growing up. Let’s just say that all of grade school sucked, and college too, aside from classes. It wasn’t until I banked my first paycheck for more than $10k a month that I started to relax, smoke weed, and enjoy life.

Of course, that was a few years ago.

I make way more now and life’s even better.

 

THREE

OK, so I had no friends growing up, et cetera, and now I’m living the dream the real fantasy is, of course, to go back to school and show those dull fucks exactly how it turned out. Trouble is, ten-year reunion isn’t for another few years, and so I mostly show off my lifestyle online, with that all-chrome Cobra getting way too few likes, a real sign that my old peers still have shitty taste.

That’s why I leapt at the chance when Cal posted that he was traveling up the West Coast, and that we should hit him up if we had any cool ideas or a place to stay.

I got in touch and said he could stay with me – in my cabana, in fact, which is a real architectural structure, not just poles and sheets.

Cal said yes fast, and would keep in touch on the exact dates, and so on, and in the meantime I plotted how to show him that I had won while he and the others had lost.

It seemed like it would be very easy.

You see, Caleb Novak was kind of dumb and easily impressed in high school. One of the guys who never gave a second thought to giving me a hard time, and who probably felt I was a little starstruck around him, what with him being on half the school teams and fucking all the best teens.

Moreover, I wasn’t buying this soulful Beat-poet reinvention. I knew he’d see what I had and want it, and the lack of it would mean that every time he thought of me he’d feel a mix of envy, failure and shame, which were the emotions he and his friends had made live through back in the day.

He was going to get the full experience, and know exactly awesome my life was, day in and day out, which meant, of course, that he’d be meeting Kim.

Yeah, I need to get round to her, since she girl who gets fucked at both ends.

 

FOUR

Kim is 24. Long limbs, full breasts, round ass, doe eyes and lips. Full on ethnic-American beauty, a generation removed from the old country and determined to get rich in this one.

To be honest, she’s the kind of girl you dream about if you’ve got a little money.

So I’m with her because she’s hot and she’s with me because I’m rich. I know that, I’m not stupid, but we get along all the same, and while there’s always this balance of terror going on in re if I stop being rich and making her life awesome she’ll leave, and if she stops being attractive and letting me fuck her then I’ll kick her out, we do like each other, I think.

At least, we have a lot of fun high and fuck all the time.

Anyway, that’s what you need to know about me and Kim – her real name, by the way, as we’re not together anymore, so fuck it – just bound together by money and sex, and we had a lot of both, until Cal came between us.

No. Wait, that’s not true.

After he left we had even more.

 

FIVE

Cal was just staying one night. I was going to be at work when his bus got in, but I had a driver wait for him with a sign and a bottle of champagne in the back of the limo.

When he arrived Kim was home, and so were the gardener and maid, so I guess he hung out there and got high, swam, whatever, by which I mean I have no fucking idea what he got up to, but suspect he was already putting the moves on my girlfriend, or she on him, as this would explain how quickly his nuts got in her mouth later.

Cal and I hadn’t seen in each other in years, and when I saw him he had longish hair and a short beard and looked like a lumberjack.

Now I’ll be the first to admit I don’t really know how the rest of the economy operates, but I felt sure that he was, in a very real sense, entirely unemployable outside of the most basic sectors.

Then it hit me.

Cal was the Millennial Malaise made plaid and beard. Behind his pose he was desperate for recognition and success in the crassest, most media-friendly ways possible.

My task was going to be so much easier.

 

SIX

So I came back from work, parked the Cobra and went into the property.

I looked in the living room and kitchen, but then I heard water splashing through the patio doors and went to the garden and down one of the paths. Through the trees I could see Kim in a bikini on a sun-lounger by the pool, and Cal’s head bobbing up and down in the water.

I went out to say hi.

“Hey,” said Cal, “nice fucking place, man. Can you get me a job?”

I heard that all the time from people with shitty lives, who had no idea what I did and no capacity to do it.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, “know any good algorithms?”

“Algor-gasms?”

I smiled.

He was still an idiot.

“Still, man. Kim told me she hardly sees you. You work too hard, man. You should take it easy, enjoy life, like me.”

“I know,” I said, “but –” I gestured at the pool, hot tub, cabana, the vines and the fig trees.

The whole damn property.

“Yeah,” he said, “I get it. You’ve got it.”

“Hey babe,” it was Kim. “Can you get us some more drinks, and a few more joints?”

She looked amazing, which she should, as she did nothing all day except get high, work out, tan, shop, get dressed, and wait for me to come home and fuck her.

I bet Cal had never been with a girl who looked like Kim, never mind one who worked her ass like her. She had a trick with her pussy that could make me cum without either of us moving an inch, like it was sucking me off.

I worked out once she was worth a third more than her allowance just on what I’d spend on escorts alone if we weren’t together.

She was excellent value for money.

I went back to the main house and got changed into my trunks, put some beers and ice in a little cooler, and picked up a pack of pre-rolled joints and lighter.

The best weed in town, the guy had said, but I found it hard to tell the difference, and I just wanted to get fucked up.

When I got back Cal and Kim were sitting in the hot tub, smiling.

Shit, my life was good.

 

SEVEN

I handed Cal and Kim two beers, then lit a joint, took a hit, and passed it on.

I held the smoke inside until I was in the hot tub. When I exhaled the world softened, time became unmoored, and for a moment I wished I had a pen and paper to write something down.

“This is good shit,” I said instead, “You’ll like it.”

I haven’t always smoked weed. I never smoked in high school, or college. I didn’t get into it until I moved to San Francisco, but I was pretty good at it.

I even wanted to go to Burning Man and see the ageing psychedelic revival, but Kim wanted to come too, and the idea of us both tripping and getting into orgy scene terrified me, so we never did that.

Even so, the key point here is that I liked sex and drugs a lot, like many 20-somethings.

They were kind of what I lived for.

 

EIGHT

We all got real high, real fast, and we asked Cal about his adventures on the road, and pretty soon he told us the story I opened with, the one about him meeting this couple and then going back and he and the husband fucking the wife into a gibbering wreck.

He was very graphic, and I listened while Kim asked a lot of questions.

“It was pretty wild,” he said. “I mean, I was looking for stories on the road, but sex with a middle-aged couple? It kind of threw my whole spiritual quest. Now I can’t stop thinking about fucking. I’ll probably just fuck my way to Vancouver without writing a line.”

“Then you’ll get Asian fever,” Kim said, and I hoped she’d get horny and I’d fuck her later, that she’d come onto me before I came onto her.

“How about it, babe?” She said to me.

“What?”

 “You want to fuck the West Coast like that?”

“Ah –,” I said, “no.”

I was lying, of course.

I had Kim, but I was busy as fuck, and now it seemed Cal had all this free time and sex. I mean, I liked Kim, a lot, she was as good as that porn star you like, but I wouldn’t mind fucking this Jenn with her husband, or doing some chick from Hong Kong in Vancouver and then maybe hitting some Inuit pussy.

I wouldn’t mind a little variety, and I wouldn’t mind not going to work.

We went to the kitchen and raided the fridge, and Cal was all impressed with the range of cold cuts and so on, and I opened a bottle of champagne.

I was a generous host. My life was good.

 

NINE

We finished the food and wine and then went back and sat in the hot tub. We were talking about weed, and Cal said he’d got a great batch, something called triple-x fly. Said it would blow our minds.

Kim and I agreed to try it.

Cal got out, dried his hands on a towel, then went into the cabana.

Kim turned to me and whispered.

“Have you seen it?”

“What, the weed?”

“His cock.” she said, hands held apart. “I feel sorry for those girls he’s fucking.”

She giggled.

Cal came back with a lit joint.

“That’s a big one,” said Kim, and I thought fuck no.

“Yeah,” said Cal, squatting beside her. “It’ll put a smile on your face. But go slow – it’s real strong.”

His hand was on her shoulder.

“Let me try it,” I said, and he gave it to me and I took a big hit, then another, to calm my nerves and show off, and I saw stars and then nothing.

I came to a few seconds later.

I’d passed out and Cal had pulled me out of the hot tub, put me on the grass.

I sat up, but I was ten kinds of fucked up, the pulse in my head humming like a UFO.

 “I’ll go inside a while,” I said, “maybe I’ll throw up. Don’t worry. I’ll be OK. It’s alright.”

 

TEN

I went inside and planned to make it to a bathroom, but instead I ended up on a couch, tripping out and waiting for the room to stop spinning.

I closed my eyes and a problem from work came into view, and I grabbed a pen and paper and sketched out a few different approaches. This is what I liked to do. This is what I was good at.

Eventually I looked outside and saw lights reflecting from the pool, and heard splashes and Kim’s voice going “shhhhh!”, and I remembered she was out there, with Cal.

I must have been working a long time.

Either that, or those two worked really fast.

I decided to investigate.

I kept quiet as I walked because I was curious and scared and high as fuck, sometimes lost on my own property.

I stayed in the shadows and could see they were both back in the hot tub. Kim was sitting on Cal’s lap, and they were kissing.

They were making out, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just kept quiet and kept watching, until they got out of the water.

Kim went into the cabana first, taking off her bikini top and squeezing her tits as she walked there.

Cal followed with a grin on his face, one hand holding his big cock through his shorts.

I closed my eyes and saw flash images of sex that I wanted to jump in and join.

I thought I was going to pass out again.

I grabbed my cock to get a focus on things.

 

ELEVEN

I moved through the garden so I could see through the back window of the cabana. They never even closed the curtains.

They were kissing, and Cal had his hands on my girlfriend’s tits and she was working on the front of his trunks.

 “We have to be quick,” Kim said, “so just cum in my mouth when you can.”

She pulled out his cock.

It was impressive, and she got on her knees while Cal sat on the edge of the bed and watched her.

"You want to suck a big cock, huh?"

Kim looked up at Cal and nodded as she began taking more of it in her mouth, holding his shaft with both her hands.

She got his dick all wet like that, then took her lips off and began jerking him.

"You like getting a blow job from your friend’s girl, Cal? It make you feel good to be bad?"

“I do and it does. And what about you – you like being a slutty girlfriend?”

She put his cock between her tits and jiggled.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re nasty slut who wants to get fucked.”

“Uh-uh. I just want you to cum.”

With that Kim shut up, filled her mouth with Cal’s dick, and didn’t take it off until he was done shaking, groaning, and unloading, just the way she liked it.

Kim’s head jerked slightly as the first shots of spunk hit the back of her throat, then she got his cock deeper for the rest.

She gagged and spluttered as he kept cumming a long time.

Kim eventually pulled back and swallowed and opened her mouth, and some of the jizz on her lips and chin fell down onto her tits.

“Thanks,” she said, “I needed that.”

“What about you – you want me to go down?”

“No time,” she said, and went out and jumped in the pool.

He went in after her, and they floated around and started talking about movies.

I crept through the shadows back to the main house, then walked back more loudly along the path.

“Hey!” I said, “I’m OK now. Just needed to lay down a little.”

 “Hi, babe,” Kim said, and she swam over, got out of the pool.

She kissed me, and I felt like spittings.

I grabbed a beer and downed half of it in one.

This was turning into a fucking nightmare.

 

The full story (7k+ words) is at the author's website (NSFW text)

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      "What else did he say?" She asked me.
      "Robert said if I wanted, I could suck it too, but if I did, I might have to face the consequences."
      "Gayle’s cock is my cock - and only mine. I won't give it to anyone, even you."
      "I don't want his cock either, I’m just was telling you what Robert said."
      "Okay. Then you can have Fernando's cock."
      "No, I don't want any cock but Robert’s!"
      "You said your husband will let you have a black cock and you don't want it? Are you crazy? Do you know how amazing it is? Haven’t you heard the proverb, 'Once you go black you never go back?’ "
      "That's not what he said. He agreed that I can watch you two and if you persuade me, I can go along with it if I like it and want the experience."
      "Either way, your husband wants you to fuck a black cock."
      "No."
      "Yes! Let me ask you something. How long is Robert’s cock?”
      "5 inches and ... a half!"
      "Do you take it all?"
      "Almost."
      "Listen to me. If you have sucked a black cock once in your life, you can suck your hubby's cock, at any time! In a different way than you ever did before. And he is going to love it and it will change your sex life forever."
      "I don't know … When he told me it was okay, he made it clear that it could damage or destroy our relationship."
      "I don't like to share Gayle, and I won’t. Fernando would like to get it on with you. He mentioned to us that he thought you were very beautiful, and he wants to date you again. I mean a real date, not pretending."
      "We both smiled at that comment, and suddenly she was calling someone. I asked if it were Fernando. She said, yes and I replied that I wanted to confirm the whole idea with you and she got angry like the first time I said I wanted to check with you. She said this was the last time she would let me get any confirmation from you in these situations."
      I got hot from that comment. Knowing my wife, Beth, could end up involved in something that I'm not even aware of. I knew the actual truth only when Beth told me later. She asked me if it was okay. I said, "Yes, I suppose. But I’d always hoped you could be fulfilled with only me."
      She gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, “You do satisfy me and make me feel loved. But I think it’s very nice of you to give me this level of freedom.” I asked her to continue her dialog.
      "After I called you, she heard what you said, 'You can go along with it."
      "That wasn’t exactly what I said. In addition, I didn't know it was Fernando's cock."
      "Either way, you knew then I was going to have a big black cock."
      She was right. I’d lost the high ground here. It was my own fault for being so wishy-washy. "Tell me more."
      "She called Fernando. I didn't hear what she said, but I could tell she was very happy. Afterward, she called Gayle and she became sad and told me that Gayle was going to be late, real late, today."
      "I asked her what we should do and when Fernando would come."
      "He will be here soon, within minutes."
      "I pointed out to her, ‘I said earlier that if you and Gayle suck and if it persuades me, I will do it to Fernando. Please call him and tell him, we can do it later, since Gayle isn’t here.’ "
      "Beth, I gave Fernando an offer on your behalf, so we can't take it back, especially now that he’s on his way."
      “’Okay,’ I said. ‘Kim, will you do Fernando today?’ "
      "I’m sorry Beth. I can't do anything like that! I can't cheat on Gayle!"
      "What about me?"
      "It's not like that, Beth. I already have a big black cock and I want you to have one for your pleasure. Your hubby is willing to let you do this. I said I would show you how I fuck a big black cock, so I will do it tomorrow. Honey, today you are on your own. You’re about to have an experience which will change you forever."
      "That’s when we heard Fernando's car. Kim said, ‘Don't make him sad, or disappointed, please.’ And she kissed me on the cheek."
      “Then Beth went to get some water and I realized was still horny. No, I was even hornier.”
      “Beth returned and continued where she’d left off, until Fernando was at the door.”
      "Fernando came in and gave me a very passionate kiss before I could do anything. After that he took out his cock and I could see it was six inches. He made me do a hand job and his manhood swelled up to become a nine-inch hard cock which is much thicker than yours. He put it in front of my mouth, but I couldn't even take it. He helped me make my mouth stretch. I almost took half of it and couldn't believe it. After a few minutes, he came. He made me drink all of it and it was heavy. Then he took my dress off and played with my titties.
      "He tried to put that huge cock into my pussy, but It was painful at first. Kim said regular practice makes it better and better. He came a lot again, this time he took it out of my pussy, put it in my mouth and made me swallow all of it. After that fucking, it was hard to walk."
      She then cried that she did this for me.
      I said, "It’s okay honey, I love you. You can have Fernando's big black cock anytime you want."
      After receiving my permission, over the next few weeks she visited Kim's home every day until Gayle got back. I was working on my new book, so I didn't have sex with her.
      The next week I noticed she was very desperate for sex and I knew Gayle was back so she couldn’t fuck Fernando in his house. Fernando asked her out so she started dating him, two or three times a week. 
      This is the first two chapters of 'Wife Customized by Black Lovers and New Bosses', A Novel I wrote, which has more than a hundred pages. It is available on Amazon and it is free for kindle unlimited. More chapters will be coming to cuckoldfart based on readers' reactions. Meanwhile, read it on Amazon.
    • By wiferules69
      My wife is in her 50s, redhead, big hangers and thick round ass, trimmed cunt. I have tried to talk her into going out with another man, but she always has said NO. But she does dress sexy for the guys to ogle her before we go home and I fuck the shit out of her.

      We recently decided to go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate our anniversary. She wore a low cut pink halter top to show her 38DD's, a black mini skirt, garter belt, CFM heels and stockings.

      We were having a good time sucking down drinks at the bar, and she was getting a little tipsy. A good looking black gentleman sat a couple seats down from my wife, and we had a good chat about all kinds of things. He kept commenting to my wife how fine she looked. My wife thanked him every time he complimented her.

      After a couple more drinks, he asked my wife if she would join him in his booth for a drink on him. Very surprisingly, she said sure okay. They walked to a booth and sat close to each other. I will never forget what happened next. The black guy cupped her huge tits and started making out with her. I could see her resist at first, but then accepted it and returned his deep tongue French kisses. He continued to feel her up, this time under her skirt playing with her pussy.

      What really thrilled me was three guys came into the bar and sat at the bar not far from me. I could heart all of their hot comments. "look at that fucking slut" Fuck that bitch"
      She is about to get BBC shoved deep inside her hot cunt." That fucking whore needs cock.,"

      Now she was getting nervous and motioned me over while the black stud went to the bathroom. She said she had to leave, was fun, but dont want to go further tonight. We met him on the way out the bathroom and he fully understood. He thanked her for the good time.

      Se was sucking me off all the way home in the car. We went into the house, I tore her clothes off and fucked her for hours.

      Stay tuned - What would you like to see her do?

       

    • By johncason
      For 7 years, I had an Asian wife. I am married to her with a sincere intention to build a family so that I got 2 kids.

      I had a normal life for the first 3 years, but later she became sexually cold, or it is who seems to me.

      Her excuses that she feels tired because of the kids, She was so tempered, rude sometimes. Her behavior developed an inferior feeling inside me, and she must be the dominant person.

      I start reading about the dominant wife, which leads to knowing more about the Female dominant relationship, and then became interested in Cuckold.

      Although she was aware of my readings, which I used to share with her, she was not showing an interest in playing the role of Dominant wife explicitly, but she was indeed acting as if she is.

      Although she kept refusing Cuckold fantasy, or it is how seems to me, but I had a strong feeling that that is not her real opinion.

      because she accepted to get an oil massage by a Guy two times. this specific event drove me crazy hot, but confused, having two opposite persons fighting inside me (encouraging to continue & discouraging).



      For some reason, she preferred to travel and stay with her family in another city.

      But before this, and while I am this confusing, I could install Spy App to her mobile, which enabled me to discover that she is subscribed to dating websites, had at least 4 guys fucked her in hotels, in addition to so many nude photos for herself stored in her mobile.

      She also declared to one guy that she tried 8 guys cucks before marriage.

      In the end, I found out she filed a divorce case at the court.

      Such findings shocked me...

      My questions which I need your help to answer:

      1- Am I a cuckold?

      2- I feel painful, feel in the conflict between two sides of me (Encouraging, and discourage), how to overcome?

      3- I have a strong desire to put my next, new wife in a test of loyalty. I became convinced that the wife is not necessarily loyal, and she can not be...I like to place the test, even there is no idea how it can be.
    • By El Cojelon
      The Fifth Date
      by Anonymous5 (address withheld)
      ***
      A married couple discover where love and jealously 
      intersect as neglected wife yearns for attention from 
      her husband. (MMF, reluc, wife, cheat)
      ***
      Chapter 1
      "I think we should see other people," Donna announced. 
      "Or at least I should. I'm pretty sure I don't want 
      you to. Not that you would, you're always too busy 
      working."
      "It's kind of late for that isn't it? We've been 
      married for 20 years," I countered.
      "That's my point. After 20 years I should still expect 
      my husband to take me to dinner and a movie once in a 
      while. When was the last time we went out? When was 
      the last time you looked at me like you wanted me 
      while we ate dinner at a nice restaurant? That's what 
      I miss about dating. Having someone hang on your every 
      word, open car doors, and really pay attention. I want 
      a man that will just pay attention to me." 
      She had started out almost in jest but as she made her 
      statement, I could see the emotion building in her 
      voice. It was all about that new movie "Midnight in 
      Paris" that her friend Jill had seen. Once Donna heard 
      someone rave about something, she had to have it also.
      "Donna, you know I have been working 10 hour days 
      lately and I am just too tired. Why don't you go with 
      Jill? I bet she would love to go again and you could 
      have a night out and see the movie. And if its sex you 
      want, I'm not too tired on the weekends."
      "You just don't get it do you? So you really aren't 
      going to take me then?"
      I heard finality in her voice and assumed she was 
      beginning to see my point of view. Of course I said I 
      was not going to take her anytime in the next month 
      and frankly I didn't usually care for Woody Allen 
      movies. Looking back over my life I can identify 
      several times when there was some small decision or 
      word that had a disproportionate effect on my life. I 
      later found this was one of those times.
      "It's ok," she conceded, "you don't have to go. I'm 
      sure I can find someone that will take me." Victory I 
      thought; no Woody Allen movie for me. I left the room 
      and went back to work on those customer billing 
      statements. After about an hour, I started to wear 
      down and decided to call it a night. I shut off the 
      computer and got up to go to bed. As I walked down the 
      hallway to the bedroom I heard Donna giggling on the 
      phone as she talked to someone. 
      "...oh that sounds good so see you then... Right, 
      right, I'll be ready. .... Unh, unh, not on the first 
      date mister... You bad boy. (giggle). Oh, gotta go, 
      bye."
      When I walked into the bedroom, she was just closing 
      her cell phone.
      "Uh, who was that?" I asked.
      "Oh that was Tom. He's taking me to dinner and a 
      movie." 
      "Who's Tom?"
      "Oh, he's the new attorney working on the Smith case. 
      Remember the sexual harassment lawsuit the school 
      district got last year that I told you about? Well his 
      wife left him about 6 months ago and he just moved to 
      town when he took the job with us at Crab, Gobel and 
      Goldberg. He told all the women in the office that he 
      wasn't really ready to get back into the dating game 
      but that if anyone needed company just to get out of 
      the house sometime he was game. Poor guy, he doesn't 
      know a soul in town. And he's not very handsome. So, I 
      thought I would show him around and I would have my 
      date for Thursday night. You're not jealous are you?" 
      Donna was openly smiling at me as if to dare me to 
      challenge her arrangement. "Honey, would you like me 
      to cancel on him and you take me instead?" 
      The truth is, I WAS a little jealous and I almost 
      blurted out for her to cancel her date but then I 
      remembered Thursday, I was working late with my boss 
      and my boss's boss so I could not take Donna out that 
      night. "What about tomorrow night instead of Thursday? 
      I offered.
      "No, I have some errands I have to get done and 
      Thursday is the last day the movie runs in town so 
      sorry. Thursday or nothing."
      "I'm sorry Donna, I just can't. You know how it is." I 
      pleaded.
      "It's ok big guy," she said as she approached me. "I 
      will never forget who I'm married to and I will never 
      ever forget you are the only lover for me." 
      She reached up and gave me a kiss that in romance 
      novels would be called smoldering. Let's just say it 
      was slow, deliberate and full tongue. After we broke 
      from the kiss, she backed up a little and gazing 
      straight into me eyes, reached her hand down and 
      started to stroke the growing bulge in my jeans. 
      Twenty Five minutes later we were lying in bed in post 
      coital bliss. "Where did that come from? I asked."
      "I don't know but I like it." Donna answered as she 
      snuggled over next to me, draping her leg over my 
      hips. We fell asleep and the next we knew it was 
      morning.
      Wednesday went by in a blur and as usual, I got home 
      late around 6:30 and Donna had just gotten home before 
      me. "Hi honey, how was your day?" she asked in an 
      upbeat tone.
      "The usual. Do twice as much with half the resources," 
      I complained.
      We were both pretty quiet through the rest of the 
      evening. After dinner, I went back to work on some 
      numbers and Donna was in the bedroom arranging her 
      closet and trying on some clothes. I came in and went 
      to bed around 10:00 and she was already asleep. 
      Thursday morning we got up at the usual time and left 
      for work. When I kissed her goodbye the kiss seemed to 
      linger just a bit longer and when I said "Love you," 
      she answered back with a sincere "And I love you."
      My afternoon meeting nearly went wrong and I was 
      nervous all day. Finally, around 6:00 pm it wrapped up 
      and I headed for home. I hadn't even thought about 
      Donna all day and now I realized I would probably miss 
      her since she likely would have left for the movie by 
      now. I finally rolled into the driveway, noticing her 
      car was gone. Oh well, ham sandwich and cold beer for 
      dinner tonight. I was already missing my wife.
      As I walked into the house, I smelled the faintest 
      trace of perfume. It was an unfamiliar scent. I 
      wondered if Donna had purchased a new one. I followed 
      the scent into the bedroom where it became stronger, 
      intoxicating as if there was a strange new woman in my 
      house. In a way there was. 
      I was feeling a little bit of "poor me, my wife isn't 
      home to fix me dinner" when I saw the wrapper in the 
      bedroom trashcan. "Sexy thigh high stockings with stay 
      up lace top," it read. $10.99. Suddenly I felt a surge 
      of jealousy and panic and arousal all at once. I well-
      remembered her preferring thigh highs to pantyhose 
      when we were dating. She preferred the easy access it 
      allowed me to slip my hand under her dress and into 
      her panties. That seemed so long ago. 
      I searched the room looking for other clues. There was 
      also a tag in the trash can that looked like it had 
      been recently clipped off of a new dress. Not finding 
      any other clues, I realized I could look up her credit 
      card online. Sure enough, there were a number of 
      purchases on Wednesday that had just posted. $75 at 
      Victoria's Secret, $180 at Macy's and about $9.00 at 
      Walgreens. I almost got sick at my stomach when I 
      imagined her activities of the previous day. New 
      underwear, new dress and a dozen condoms. 
      Oh, and don't forget she smelled heavenly with the new 
      perfume. I sat in the living room and looked at the 
      clock until my emotions came down a little. I got back 
      on the computer and looked up the showing times for 
      the movie. 7:45 was the start time so that meant it 
      would probably run until about 9:30 to 10:00 pm. 
      Allowing for no hanky-panky, she would be home around 
      10:30 or so at the earliest. That is, if she actually 
      went to a movie. I went online and checked the story 
      plot. 
      I would casually ask her questions about the movie and 
      find out if she was actually at the movie or not. I 
      felt better that I had a plan of action at least. I 
      had a couple more beers and fell asleep on the couch 
      watching a documentary.
      "Hi honey, wake up, I'm home!" Donna burst through the 
      front door, click, clicked her heels across the tile 
      floor and reached down to kiss me. God, did she smell 
      good. It wasn't just the perfume, there was a musky 
      female scent mixed in with the perfume that would 
      arouse a dead man. I glanced at the clock. It was 
      11:45. I noticed her lipstick was smudged before she 
      kissed me. Still groggy I stood up and asked. "So how 
      was Mr. Hemmingway?" 
      "Still overweight, smokes cigars, and a little 
      suicidal. The movie was really good. I thought Owen 
      Wilson pulled it off really well and I don't usually 
      care for him." I felt a wave of relief realizing she 
      really had seen the movie. "So where did you go for 
      dinner?" 
      "Oh we went over to Morton's steak house. Tom loves 
      the New York strip there and wanted me to try it. It 
      was wonderful. Overall, it was a really good time. Tom 
      is a good guy. Some woman will be lucky to get him."
      "So when did the movie let out. Seems like you were 
      late getting home."
      "Oh, you really are jealous aren't you! Look, I'm 
      going to put all my cards on the table. Dating is not 
      just about sex, it's about fun and talking and 
      spontaneity. I do not intend to FORNICATE with 
      anyone." she said with emphasis. "It's harmless fun 
      and I know that I have a terrific husband."
      I felt much relieved after she told me that but I just 
      had to know. "So what did you buy at the Walgreens 
      yesterday?"
      "Oh my god, you are SO jealous! And you were spying on 
      me!" After a moment she said "I guess I have been 
      torturing you haven't I? Well if you must know, I 
      picked up some feminine products. Anti-itch cream, if 
      you must know. My privates have been itching lately." 
      She said as she swiveled her hips over to me and 
      molded her body to mine. "Got enough energy left to do 
      me?" 
      I pulled her to me and inhaled her perfume in my 
      nostrils as I kissed her check and slowly moved my 
      kisses up to her earlobe. I heard her breathing 
      quicken as she responded to my touch. As we kissed, I 
      reached my right hand around and unzipped her dress 
      while I killed the light switch with my left. We stood 
      in the half-darkness for several minutes feeling each 
      other's bodies like it was the first time, her new red 
      dress puddled at her feet. We broke apart finally and 
      Donna whispered in my ear, "let's get in bed."
      I stripped off my clothes completely. Donna removed 
      her bra first and then sitting on the bed rolled her 
      stockings down. She scooted up into bed wearing only 
      her new panties. Noticing me looking at her panty 
      area, she asked, "Like 'em? I bought them just for 
      you. Liar," I said as I slowly reached up and hooked 
      my fingers into the waistband to pull them down off 
      her. 
      She compliantly raised her hips to help me while she 
      chuckled at my accusation. Moving my face between her 
      legs, I inhaled her wonderful female smell. God, she 
      smelled good; a mélange of clean skin, and perfume and 
      female musk. But no semen smell. I guess I just had to 
      know that she hadn't been fucked. 
      After a delicious period of foreplay, I moved up and 
      eased into her female wetness. We held each other 
      quietly while I moved rhythmically inside her body. 
      Donna's arousal was building with every stroke and 
      soon started to make small keening sounds. I stopped 
      my movement and kissed her, she moved her legs around 
      me resting her ankles behind my knees. I raised back a 
      little off of her and asked, "Did he try anything?" 
      "Not... really," she breathed. "It was actually a 
      little disappointing that he... he... didn't try much 
      of anything. I almost felt unappreciated."
      "What do you mean, not really?"
      "Well, at dinner, he slipped his shoe off and very 
      slowly slid his toe up my leg. It tickled at first but 
      then it felt good and then it gave me this tingle. 
      It's nothing really, he was just testing the waters." 
       "And how wet was the water?" 
      "Wet I'm afraid. I started really lubricating. My 
      panties were so wet."
      I stroked in and out a few times and then asked, "So 
      what else happened?"
      "Nothing really, not even much for a first date. After 
      the movie, I kissed him once. And that... that was 
      it."
      "French kiss, or kiss your brother kind of kiss," I 
      inquired.
      "Kind of in between, open mouth but not much saliva 
      swapping." Donna's breath was coming in gasps now, 
      very much aroused. I couldn't determine what was 
      exciting her more, me pushing into her or her little 
      confession.
      "I'm glad you didn't fuck him. I couldn't have taken 
      that. Promise me you won't fuck anybody but me and 
      promise me you won't keep any secrets no matter what. 
      Lying would be worse somehow."
      "Worse than what?" she asked in a breathy halting 
      voice.
      "Worse than fucking somebody else. I would rather you 
      confess something really bad than lie to me about even 
      something small." 
      "I can't lie to you. At least not while we're like 
      this with you inside me. I just couldn't." Her head 
      tilted back, her eyes rolled up and then... "Oh... 
      Oh... oh... oh, oh, ee, ee, eeee!" I spurted into her 
      and we held tightly, both convulsing together. After 
      about a couple minutes, I eased out and moved over 
      onto my back next to her. Donna's breathing slowly 
      returned to normal. We fell into the complete sleep of 
      sated lovers.

      Chapter 2
      The next day at work, I got a call from Donna. "Hi 
      lover, got plans for the weekend?"
      "Actually, I've been too busy to think about it."
      "Well think about it, it's already Friday morning. How 
      about tomorrow we drive out to that winery we used to 
      go to and poke around in antique shops or something?"
      "That sounds really great but remember, I promised 
      your dad I would help him with that yard work project? 
      And on top of that I have two hours' worth of book 
      work I need to get done."
      "Always working. Oh well, I guess you won't mind Tom 
      taking me to the winery then." she said defiantly. "I 
      was telling him about it at work and he was very 
      interested in going. He says he's a recovering wine 
      snob. Don't worry, we'll be back before dinner time. 
      And besides," she said in a sultry low voice, "nobody 
      gets into my panties until the fifth date. I'm old 
      fashioned that way."
      I was mildly jealous, thinking about her going to my 
      favorite winery with this Tom guy. But then I realized 
      there was a hidden benefit. The last time she went out 
      with him she came home very horny and I certainly 
      reaped the benefits. I played along. "So define 
      'getting into my panties' for me. Does that mean just 
      heavy petting or an hour of hard pounding you into the 
      headboard?"
      "Well that depends on how the date goes, how good 
      looking he is and how many glasses of wine I've had. 
      It's kind of a point system," she giggled.
      "So take me for instance. You've said I'm handsome and 
      we've had about a thousand dates. So maybe two glasses 
      of wine would do it?" I asked.
      "I think that would be a sure thing sweetie" she 
      laughed. "What time will you be home tonight?"
      "Leaving early believe it or not. Why don't we pick up 
      some fish at St. Mary's and watch an old movie 
      tonight?"
      "Not exactly painting the town red, but at least it's 
      a plan. I have a couple errands to run but see you 
      around 5:00."
      "OK, bye."
      I replayed the conversation with my wife in my head. 
      Something dawned on me then. When we were first 
      dating, I remember we had sex for the first time on 
      about the 5th or 6th date. I couldn't remember 
      exactly. Maybe she did have a five date rule.
      I got home around 4:00 and Donna wasn't home yet so I 
      decided to open a bottle of wine. A dry Riesling 
      should pair with the fried fish I planned to pick up. 
      While I was in the kitchen, I opened the drawer 
      looking for the corkscrew and noticed Donna's day 
      planner. 
      I glanced at today's date and noticed an appointment 
      for her at her gynecologist. That's funny that she 
      told me she had an errand and not a doctor's 
      appointment. Oh well, probably nothing, I hope there's 
      nothing wrong with her that she is keeping from me. 
      Her sister had suffered with endometriosis and so I 
      hoped it was just a regular check-up.
      I left for the fish fry and upon returning home pulled 
      into the driveway right behind Donna. Coming into the 
      doorway from the garage I called out "Hi babe, how was 
      your day?"
      I had startled her and she seemed to be hiding 
      something in a paper bag behind her. I didn't bring 
      attention to it and nonchalantly offered her a glass 
      of wine.
      "Sounds great hon, just pour it and I'll be right 
      back." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned 
      sans paper bag.
      The evening passed uneventfully. Friday's we were both 
      usually tired and a little laid back. Before you know 
      it we both fell asleep with the movie on. I woke up 
      around midnight and quietly got out of bed to turn the 
      TV off. Then I thought about the paper bag again and 
      went into the bathroom. I opened the drawers one by 
      one and saw nothing unusual. Then I went through the 
      linen closet. Still nothing until I ran my hand behind 
      a pile of towels and there was a paper bag. 
      I pulled it out and looked inside. What the fuck? 
      There was a package of Nuva Ring. I've seen it 
      advertised on TV and know what it is. Why was she 
      getting birth control? It certainly wasn't for my 
      benefit since I had a vasectomy after the birth of our 
      second child. The answer was inescapable. She was 
      planning on having sex with someone else. 
      I wanted to scream and run in and kick her out of bed. 
      I wanted to get in my car and go find Tom and beat the 
      hell out of him. But what I did was put the paper bag 
      and its contents back where I found it. Then I went 
      back to bed but didn't actually fall asleep until I 
      had worn myself out thinking about it. Jealousy burned 
      in me but I found myself getting hard thinking about 
      it and then I got angry at myself for feeling turned 
      on.
      Saturday morning I woke up and Donna was already out 
      of bed making coffee. I got up and went down for a cup 
      myself.
      "Hi sleepy head. You sure slept in." she said.
      "Yeah, I didn't sleep very well. Lot of things on my 
      mind."
      "You worry too much. Have more fun, worry less." She 
      smiled and left the kitchen to go take her shower. I 
      looked at the clock. Crap! It was already 9:15 and I 
      had promised her dad I would be over by 9:30 or 10:00. 
      I will have to get moving. As soon as Donna got out of 
      the shower, I jumped in and before I knew it I was 
      leaving. And I was angry with myself for not 
      confronting her. I told myself I would get it in the 
      open tonight.
      By 3:00 PM I was exhausted. Manual labor is no longer 
      my cup of tea. I said goodbye to Donna's dad and 
      arrived back home by 3:30. I didn't expect Donna to be 
      home yet and she wasn't. Moving around the house I 
      snooped like I was in someone else's house. I checked 
      the bathroom and the paper bag was missing. I went 
      into the bedroom and didn't find anything of note 
      except the smell of perfume was still faintly in the 
      air. I went back to the study and did some work. 
      Eventually the garage door made its clackety sound and 
      I realized it was 5:00 o'clock already.
      The car door slammed and soon, I heard her tennis 
      shoes bounding up the stairs toward me. "Hi honey, I'm 
      home," she called out as she came toward me. Whoops, 
      she seemed a little unsteady. She came up behind me 
      and reached down to nuzzle my neck letting the smell 
      of alcohol fill the air. "That feels nice," I said as 
      she began to massage my shoulders. "Oh yeah, right 
      there," I said to encourage her. 
      She kept on massaging my neck and shoulders for a few 
      minutes and then slowly reached one of her hands down 
      into my shirt and lightly ran her fingers over my 
      nipple. After a few seconds of tickling, she lightly 
      squeezed my nipple without pinching. "What's got into 
      you," I asked.
      "Well, no one. That's the problem. I'm horny, you're 
      kind of cute, and I've had 4 glasses of wine." That 
      was as good an invitation to sex as a man gets. Being 
      the gentleman that I am, I swiveled my chair around 
      facing her, cupped her breast's in my hands and 
      massaged them while I leaned up to kiss her. She was 
      not wearing a bra. Not that she desperately needed 
      one. 
      Donna was a firm 36 C so she could get by without a 
      bra sometimes. I was a little surprised and turned on 
      to find she wasn't wearing one today. I thought back 
      and tried to remember if she was wearing one this 
      morning before meeting Tom. Damn it, I was too busy to 
      notice. I couldn't remember.
      We French kissed for a good minute while I 
      administered my massage to her body. Then I stood up 
      and held her hand pulling her into the bedroom. 
      Somehow, my jealousy melted away as I rediscovered how 
      much she desired me. 
      I pulled her onto the bed and squeezed her body 
      tightly to mine. She responded like the horny woman 
      with four glasses of wine in her that she was. After a 
      bit, we pulled back and began to undress each other. 
      She opened my shirt buttons one at a time. I in turn 
      pulled her t shirt off and unfastened her shorts. I 
      pushed her shorts down and she assisted by kicking 
      them off onto the floor. 
      I stood up and pulled the rest of my clothes off . 
      Then while standing over her, I pulled Donna's panties 
      down inspecting her wet vulva. I couldn't help myself, 
      I had to taste between her legs. Spreading her legs 
      apart with my hands, I moved my face against her 
      pussy. My tongue stroked the length of her opening 
      causing a sharp intake of breath from her. For the 
      second time in a week, I was relieved to taste her 
      female scent without the troubling additional smell of 
      semen. She had saved her intimate affection for her 
      husband. We made love like animals in rut. Everything 
      else was forgotten. There was only the now, the 
      moment, the smell of sex.

      After the heat died down we laid in each other's arms, 
      savoring the denouement. After the climax, reason and 
      logic began to return. I realized that I still needed 
      to confront Donna but did not know how to begin. I was 
      somewhat relieved when Donna began for us.
      "I hope you won't be mad but I have a little something 
      to tell you."
      "What's that?" I asked non-committedly.
      "Tom got a little bit friendly with me today."
      "Tell me what happened. Remember, I'm your husband and 
      I'll always love you no matter what."
      "Well I hope so. I didn't mean for anything to happen 
      but we were having such a good time walking that 2 
      mile nature trail out by the winery. And after that we 
      went to the winery and went through the wine tasting 
      class that they give. We had such a good time. And 
      after tasting about 10 different wines I was feeling 
      really good. 
      So Tom bought a bottle of Vignola's, you know that 
      white wine I like that is just a little bit sweet. So 
      anyway we got a bottle and some bread and had a little 
      picnic there at the winery. We were just lying on a 
      blanket that Tom brought and drinking wine and looking 
      up at the clouds. 
      That's when I complained that my shoulders hurt so Tom 
      started to massage my neck and shoulders. He must have 
      kneaded my shoulders for 5 or 10 minutes until I was 
      like in a trance or something. Then he started to move 
      his hands farther down my chest. He didn't really feel 
      my boobs at first, just halfway down where it felt so 
      good. He asked me if I liked what he was doing and I 
      just said, "Oh don't stop." 
      He must have taken that for a go ahead signal and so 
      he just moved his hands down to massage my breasts and 
      I'm sorry honey but with the wine in me I couldn't say 
      no. He just gently squeezed my boobies for what seemed 
      like an eternity. I got so wet between the legs I 
      wanted to fuck right there. Then he leaned over and 
      kissed me. It was weird because our faces were upside 
      down with each other. You know, upside down kissing. 
      Are you mad?"
      "So you drink too much wine, let him paw on your tits 
      and then French kiss. And now you're feeling guilty 
      and want forgiveness?"
      "I guess that's it." she said in a submissive tone. 
      "I'm sorry. You know I only love you. My mind only 
      loves you but my body responds when it's stimulated," 
      She apologized.
      I wanted to be mad at her but I just couldn't because 
      she never held anything back and I could always trust 
      her to tell me the complete truth. She was childlike 
      in her honesty. "What else do you have to tell me?" I 
      asked. "What else?"
      She let out a big sigh and was silent for a moment. 
      The she began, "Now don't be angry with me. Just 
      listen and hear the whole story before you judge me. 
      I've given this a lot of thought and I've agonized 
      about this for days. I started out thinking I could 
      just date and not have sex, but I started to worry 
      that maybe I couldn't always control every situation. 
      That maybe my brain would say no but my body would say 
      yes. Or maybe I would get date raped or I don't know 
      whatever. So just so you know, I have no intention of 
      having sex with anyone but you. But just to protect us 
      both, I got a prescription for birth control from my 
      gynecologist."
      I didn't know what to say. I was grateful for her 
      honesty and slightly turned on and yet pissed that she 
      was basically telling me that she didn't even trust 
      herself around another man. I calmly and gently said 
      to her, "Donna, you are the love of my life, the other 
      half that completes me. And I know you love me, you 
      show me every day in some way. But you're telling me 
      you went on birth control in case you fuck some other 
      guy. How do you think I feel right now?" 
      With those words out of my mouth, she started bawling 
      loudly, tears down her checks and she clung to me with 
      a death grip. The poor woman was emotionally a wreck. 
      I held her tightly and consoled her. "I love only you. 
      We'll always be together no matter what. It will work 
      out ok, I know it." Finally I told her "Hey stop it, 
      nobody got killed or anything."
      "I don't deserve you." she finally blurted out between 
      sobs. We lay together like that until we must have 
      drifted off to sleep.

      Chapter 3
      Sunday morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen 
      for coffee, leaving Donna still soundly asleep. After 
      I had my first cup of coffee in hand, I remembered I 
      had kept forgetting to check the owner's manual for 
      some maintenance questions I had on Donna's car. So I 
      went out to the garage, opened Donna's car door and 
      went through the glove box. To my surprise, I found a 
      very sexy blue bra neatly folded up. What the hell was 
      her bra doing in the glove box.
      I guess she must have neglected to tell me how she 
      willingly took her bra off to give Tom an easier grab 
      at her boobs. I was feeling rather pissed although it 
      really didn't change any material facts. She had 
      already confessed to letting Tom grope her breasts 
      anyway. What difference did it make? I put the bra 
      back, carefully replacing it as I found it. I then 
      went back into the house and got on the computer to 
      check my email.
      I started to check my email but then started thinking 
      about the Nuva Ring. I googled it to see what I could 
      find out. Simple, 99% effective and starts working 7 
      days after insertion. Well I hope she doesn't fuck 
      anybody this week, I thought. Then I started to get 
      extremely hard thinking about her fucking. I 
      visualized her pelvis thrusting up as some guy pushed 
      his fat cock into her feverish out of control body.
      Get a grip I thought. She's my wife and she's not 
      going to do that and I won't let her anyway. I 
      remembered then that she had written down her 
      passwords in a small book. I pulled it out and found 
      the password for her email. Listening to hear she was 
      still sound asleep I quickly logged on and began to 
      look over her email. There it was. A message from 
      Tdavis @ sbc.com. I opened it up and read.
      "Thank you for a wonderful day. You don't know how 
      good it makes me feel to be around a good woman again 
      after my divorce. It's been hard for me to trust again 
      but I can tell that you always tell the truth and you 
      have a gentle encouraging way about you. Thank you. As 
      you know, I have a very busy schedule this next week 
      so I won't be able to spend any real time with you. 
      But maybe we could have lunch on Thursday at the 
      little Italian place. Just meet me there a little 
      before noon. I think it best if we drive separately. 
      With fondness." Tom.
      P.S. Great nips!
      I felt smug knowing I had Donna to myself this week, 
      well mostly anyway. I logged off, went back to the 
      bedroom, woke Donna up and fucked her silly. She was 
      more than willing. I realized that we had had sex more 
      often in the last week than in the last three weeks 
      previously.
      We got up and showered in time to make second service 
      at church. By a weird coincidence the pastor had a 
      sermon about sexual purity. It was about how you 
      should never put yourself in tempting situations to 
      begin with. I glanced over and saw Donna squirming a 
      little. The rest of the day we just did stuff around 
      the house and we didn't really speak about anything 
      important. I guess we both needed to think a little.
      Monday morning rolled around and we dived into the 
      workweek. Both of us were busy with deadlines at our 
      respective workplaces so it was just a week of quick 
      dinners, then off to bed tired. Thursday night when I 
      got home from work, I remembered the email I had 
      surreptitiously read earlier. Donna was home already 
      when I walked into the kitchen. "Hi sweetie, I'm home, 
      how was your day?"
      "Oh, not bad. I had lunch today with Tom at that 
      little Italian place, Luigi's or Luggi's or something 
      like that. How was your day?"
      "Well not as interesting as your day. Get your tits 
      massaged or anything?" I asked with more than a little 
      sarcasm.
      "You can stop it right there mister! When you act 
      disrespectful to me it makes me not want to share with 
      you. I know I went over the line but please don't hold 
      it over me forever."
      "I'm sorry," I said contritely. "It's just that I 
      couldn't bear to have anyone take you away from me. I 
      love you."
      "Oh, you do love me don't you." she cooed. "I know I 
      did bad. Would it make you feel better to spank me or 
      something?" She said flirtingly as she turned her rear 
      around to me.
      "No, just tell me about your lunch."
      "Well, he really opened up and told me about his 
      marriage. He still loves her and is struggling with a 
      way to try to mend their relationship. I shared some 
      ideas that I thought might help. He's maybe going up 
      to Milwaukee this weekend to see her if she will let 
      him." I began to feel sympathy for him. I imagined 
      myself in his shoes, Donna hundreds of miles away. 
      Feeling another woman's tits would be no substitute 
      for losing my wife. Poor guy. If I knew then the 
      events about to unfold, I would have had much less 
      sympathy for Tom.
      The next morning at work I got a call from my 
      supervisor that I didn't really want to hear. The 
      bottom line is that there was a big screw up at the 
      Milwaukee plant and it was all hands on deck. A team 
      of six including me would be going to trouble shoot 
      the problem and we would be leaving late this 
      afternoon. I would have just enough time to run home 
      and pack a bag. Crap, I hate when things like this 
      happens. Imagine the irony, both me AND my wife's 
      "date" would both be in Milwaukee. I called Donna to 
      let her know but only got her voice mail. I called 3 
      more times and same result.
      Oh well, I guess I could call her from Milwaukee. She 
      wasn't going to be happy though. We had a fight one 
      time over something similar. She thought I should have 
      stood up for myself and not gone. She never understood 
      responsibility. I left her a note and got in my car to 
      head for the airport.
      About 7:00 PM I'm walking out of the gate at Mitchell 
      Airport when my cell rings. 
      "Did you run off with another woman or did Henderson 
      really send your team to Milwaukee for the weekend?" 
      she quizzed.
      "No other woman would have me. It was that asshole 
      Henderson alright. And he said I won't be back until 
      late Monday night or Tuesday."
      "Well, I guess I'll have to find something or someone 
      to keep me busy this weekend," she sighed.
      "Well it won't be me or Tom since we're both in 
      Milwaukee, sweetie."
      "Oh that's not quite true." she said. "Tom called a 
      little while ago and said his ex-wife is out of town 
      visiting her mother in Chicago so he won't be going 
      after all. He said she did sound open to the idea of 
      talking. Apparently she is lonely also. So, guess 
      what? I have a date for Saturday night! Now don't be 
      jealous. I promise to not drink anything. I think we 
      both know where that leads. I want to get out and have 
      fun but I'm not looking for any hanky-panky. From the 
      sound of Tom talking about his ex, probably all I'm 
      going to do is hear him talk about her."
      We talked a little more chit chat and then we said 
      goodbye as I got to the rental car kiosk.
      Monday morning, we had finally resolved the issue. One 
      of those crazy little simple things that you just 
      don't see until you see it. So anyway, we were all 
      jubilant to wrap it up and head for home. To his 
      credit, Henderson called and said the team had the 
      rest of Monday and all of Tuesday off. See you 
      Wednesday, job well done, blah blah blah.
      I was back at home and pulled into the garage around 
      2:00 PM. I came in, dropped my bag in the bedroom and 
      lay down on the bed to rest. I must have dozed off but 
      woke up around 3:30. I got up, poured myself a glass 
      of chardonnay and it was then I noticed two wine 
      glasses and an empty bottle of pinot grigio in the 
      living room. I picked the glasses up to put them in 
      the dishwasher and tossed the empty. My mind started 
      to imagine Donna sitting on the couch with Tom sharing 
      a bottle of wine. I began inspecting the house more 
      carefully, noticing a pair of panties half under the 
      bed. Definitely a slight residue in the crotch. I 
      smelled them but couldn't really detect anything. 
      Still, what the hell were they doing under the bed. I 
      began to feel a burning in my veins. My blood was 
      boiling. I was angry and I was starting to feel 
      aroused at the same time. Lucy's got some splainin to 
      do. 
      I put the panties back exactly where I found them. 
      Then I decided to look the rest of the house over. 
      There was the remains of a used up candle on the 
      nightstand, and a towel in the laundry that smelled 
      like sex. I sat down to wait for Donna to get home.
      As usual, when she came in the door, my heart beat 
      with joy. She had that way about her of always making 
      me happy to see her. "Hi honey," she said, as she came 
      to me for a heartfelt kiss. "I didn't expect you home 
      yet but that makes it all the better."
      "It's good to be home'" I said with a lack of 
      conviction. 
      "Oh you must be tired. What can I do to make you feel 
      better? How about you take a hot shower and then I'll 
      love on you. Wouldn't that be good?"
      "Sounds wonderful," I said as I ambled off to the 
      shower. Later in bed, Donna turned the light off, lit 
      a candle and carried it over to the nightstand. She 
      slipped under the covers with me and it was then I 
      realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. We didn't say 
      anything as she moved her mouth to my body first 
      sucking on my nipples, then lower on my belly and 
      finally she engulfed my rigid manhood into her warm 
      moist mouth. 
      "After 10 minutes of oral attention, she moved up to 
      kiss me full on the mouth and worked her hips back and 
      forth until I eventually slid inside her. She didn't 
      move too vigorously. Mainly, she just held me inside 
      her moving just enough to feel very loved and close to 
      her. I told her, "that feels so nice what you are 
      doing. Did you learn some new technique from your date 
      this weekend?"
      She lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "maybe. 
      Would you be mad if I had?"
      "Sure I would, well tomorrow anyway. Right now I just 
      like what you are doing to me."
      "Do you want to know everything that happened or 
      should I just keep my secrets?" I sensed anxiety in 
      her voice. She really was worried what I would think.
      "You know the rules, Donna. You have to tell me 
      everything with no falsehood of fact or omission." By 
      now she had lowered her body just enough that I could 
      suck on her nipples while she began her confession.
      "Tom picked me up Saturday night and took me to dinner 
      at Crazy Fish and then afterwards we went to Club Viva 
      to dance. It felt so good to really shake it out on 
      the dance floor. I even danced with two other guys 
      that I knew from our insurance agent's office. 
      Remember Dan and Tim? Anyway by 11:30 I was feeling 
      really good and then a slow song came on and Tom 
      pulled me onto the floor and we just held each other 
      and swayed while the other people danced. 
      "It was so nice. Not as nice as now with you inside me 
      but nice. I kept feeling Tom's cock through our 
      clothes, god it was so hard and driving me crazy. 
      Finally, I realized that I had to get home or I would 
      start doing things I didn't really want to do. So I 
      asked him to take me home. He drove me home and when 
      we got there, I was just feeling really lonely with 
      you gone so I invited him in just for a little bit. I 
      offered him a glass of wine and he accepted."
      "Is that when you lost your panties under the bed?" 
      "What are you doing looking for my panties?" 
      "Husbands always look for clues of their wife's 
      indiscretions." 
      "I didn't do what you think. We just sat in the living 
      room and talked about our marriages. Well, maybe we 
      did a teensy bit more than just talk." She then 
      rotated her hips and ground her pussy into me as hard 
      as she could. Donna didn't cum yet but she was close.
      "So what happened then?"
      "One glass of wine led to two and two led to four. You 
      know what happens with four glasses of wine don't 
      you?"
      "Go on," I said.
      "I didn't fuck him," she said defensively. "We were 
      just sitting on the sofa and suddenly I wanted to kiss 
      him. I wanted him to feel good again. He was so lonely 
      for his wife. I wanted to be her and love him and take 
      the pain away. It's hard to explain. So we kissed for 
      a long time and just got into the sheer joy of 
      kissing. I was so wet that by the time he slipped his 
      hand under my dress, I wanted him in me. I was craving 
      it. 
      He caressed me for what seemed like an eternity before 
      he finally got the nerve to slip his hand inside my 
      panties and finger me. I came almost immediately. I 
      needed to get off so badly. I wanted to pull him into 
      the bedroom and take off his clothes but ended up we 
      just didn't do it. I can't say why but it just didn't 
      feel right. So instead he used his hand to make me cum 
      several more times. 
      Then later I got some KY out and massaged him till he 
      came. After all that kissing and petting we did, I 
      just couldn't leave him high and dry."
      "So I guess you learned you're playing with fire."
      "I guess so," she said somberly. And I also found out 
      he really is a big boy. Not so long but really big 
      around," she said with an impish grin. "You're not 
      really angry with me, are you? After all, I didn't 
      really have sex with him and I've told you the 
      complete truth. Please don't hate me," she pleaded.
      She lowered her left breast to my mouth, holding it in 
      her hand as if to offer it to me to suckle her in a 
      symbol of submission and love. I took the offered 
      nipple, rubbery and firm and swirled my tongue on it. 
      Her breath came in ragged gasps as she began to grind 
      her pelvis into mine. Together, we grabbed the release 
      we were both reaching for. Her insides flooded with 
      our combined release of fluids.
      Sometime later as we lay naked under the covers 
      drifting off to sleep, I thought wasn't it funny he 
      had gotten into her panties and it was only the fourth 
      date. Well only the fourth date I was aware of.
      The next morning, I used my day off to organize and 
      catch up on errands while Donna went to work as usual. 
      I remembered, I had her email password, and I debated 
      should I or shouldn't I. I shouldn't be spying on her 
      since she was honorable enough to tell me the truth 
      about her and Tom. What the hell, I concluded, I paid 
      for this computer and it's mine to use. So after 
      logging into her email account, I looked down the 
      inbox until I found the TDAVIS message I was looking 
      for.
      "Donna, thank you for such a wonderful time. That was 
      one of the best nights of my life. The only way it 
      could have been better would have been to do it all 
      the way. All day today, I couldn't think of anything 
      but the smell of your body on my face and hands after 
      I left your house Sunday morning. I still have 
      feelings for my wife but if she doesn't take me back, 
      I could do no better than to possess you, if only on a 
      part time basis. I can think of nothing but our next 
      rendezvous."
      Now I was pissed. He was falling in love with her and 
      it was getting serious. I'm going to put my foot down.
      I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with 
      mindless tasks. Shoes to the shoe shop, replace light 
      bulbs, sharpened the lawn mower blade, etc. etc. I've 
      been working such long hours, I've gotten way behind 
      on the rest of my life. Yeah that was it. That was the 
      problem. Work had caused me to neglect my life, my 
      wife, Donna.

      Chapter 4
      Donna got home around 4:30 and greeted me with her 
      usual upbeat mood.
      "Hi honey, I'm home. What did you do all day without 
      me?" she asked.
      "The usual, I had 6 lines of cocaine and sex with 6 
      women midgets," I joked. "That would be one line of 
      cocaine per midget. What did you do?"
      "I saw Tom this afternoon in between his scheduled 
      appointments. They are really running him hard."
      "Seems to me you were running him hard. Or at least 
      stroking him hard. I think it's time to quit seeing 
      him. We both know where this is going." I softened my 
      voice and said, "I don't want to lose you. You've been 
      building up the courage to have a full-fledged affair 
      with him. It's time to stop now."
      Donna lowered her head and said meekly, "I guess 
      you're right. I've upset you and I'm genuinely sorry. 
      Please forgive me."
      I didn't know what to say since I was expecting a 
      fight and instead she capitulated immediately.
      "Donna, you have to tell him you can't be alone with 
      him. This has gone too far and you are married. You 
      tell me you love me. It's time to prove it."
      "I will," was all she said. She then patted my chest 
      with her hand and without looking me in the eye, she 
      left to go to the bedroom. I don't know why but I felt 
      like the bad guy in this. What the hell! I'm the 
      wronged party here folks. It's just that Donna is 
      always the most upbeat person and now she is down. And 
      her being down makes me down. I didn't realize until 
      then how much of my happiness is just reflection off 
      of her joy.
      I spent the rest of the evening apart from her in my 
      study just fiddling around on the computer not really 
      doing anything productive. Finally, I gave it up and 
      went into the bedroom. She was already asleep and I 
      slipped into bed and joined her in an embrace. We did 
      not make love.
      Wednesday morning, I woke up early and left for work 
      early. We barely spoke as we got ready for the work 
      day. The day went fast for me since I had been out of 
      the office since Friday morning. I had lots of emails 
      and correspondence to respond to. I got frustrated and 
      left early. Being a salaried employee does have its 
      advantages.
      I got home around 3:30 and of course Donna was not yet 
      home. I piddled around until she came in the door at 
      4:30. She was not her usual bubbly self. I felt bad 
      like it was somehow my fault even though I knew I had 
      nothing to feel bad about. Eventually, I drew her out 
      and got her to talk about her day while I cooked 
      chicken breast smothered in Italian sauce and cheese 
      and opened a mediocre bottle of Trebbiano.
      "I talked to Tom today. I told him I couldn't see him 
      anymore. He was devastated but he said he understood. 
      I think his ex-wife is playing with him. I don't think 
      she's going to take him back. I hope I'm wrong but 
      that's my gut feeling about it. He's feeling very 
      lonely right now."
      "I don't feel any ill will towards him," I said. "I 
      just have to protect my marriage. That's all. And just 
      so you know, I admit you are right about my working 
      too much. How about we go out Friday night and do 
      something fun?"
      Donna pretended to smile but didn't have her heart in 
      it. "Sounds good, honey. What do you want to do?" 
      "Whatever you want. I'm in."
      "OK, I'll think of something." and she drifted off to 
      the bedroom to change out of her work clothes while I 
      finished cooking dinner.
      I called her when dinner was ready and she came out to 
      eat with me. She didn't say anything but when I saw 
      tears running down her face, she didn't have to 
      verbalize to communicate. She was sad to lose the 
      relationship with Tom. Later in the bedroom, after 
      dinner, she asked me, "Did you mean I couldn't date 
      Tom or couldn't date anyone at all?"
      "You naughty wife!" I blurted out. Didn't you learn 
      your lesson. Get your bottom over here." And I reached 
      for her, turned her over my knee and spanked her good.
      "I'll be good. I'll be good," she wailed." The 
      spanking seemed to expunge some sin from her. She 
      acted like it was a terrible thing I did to her but, 
      subconsciously, I think she wanted to be physically 
      punished to atone for her behavior.
      After I unleashed my emotion via my hand on her butt, 
      I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion. She 
      responded with enthusiasm and I felt that I had her 
      back again. We made love sweetly that night. Donna 
      seemed just a bit more submissive that usual.
      Thursday and Friday went by quickly and as I drove 
      home after work on Friday I reflected on my life. I 
      had it pretty good really. And Donna was really the 
      best part. I determined to make her feel especially 
      wanted when I got home. 
      Pulling into the driveway, I realized Donna was not 
      yet home. It was only 4:00 so she would probably be 
      along any minute. A few minutes later her car pulled 
      into the garage.
      "Hi sweetie," I said to her when she came into the 
      kitchen through the door from the garage. "How was 
      your day today?" I asked.
      "Not so good. The partners lost a big case, I screwed 
      up a legal document, and Tom looks so bad he could 
      pass for suicidal."
      "So his wife isn't being very friendly, I take it."
      "It's his ex-wife. She's fucking with his head. And 
      he'll be lucky at this point if she doesn't take him 
      back."
      "Oh," I said. "Guess I didn't have it so bad today." I 
      pulled Donna to me and held my arms around her. She 
      sighed and held me while I caressed her back and 
      shoulders. After a little while, she looked up at me, 
      smiled and said, "I guess I will keep you after all. 
      You always know how to make me feel better. Thank 
      you."
      I kissed her tenderly on the forehead and said, "I 
      don't know why you do keep me but I'm glad you do." 
      Donna held onto me tightly, burying her head against 
      my chest.
      The next few days passed uneventfully and slowly we 
      got back into the old rhythm of husband and wife. 
      Donna's mood seemed to improve a little each day and 
      by the end of a week she was almost back to normal. I 
      came home the Thursday following and told Donna, 
      Henderson was sending us back to Milwaukee. Another 
      screw up, this time Henderson was going himself so It 
      didn't look good frankly. Donna was of course 
      disappointed. She said she might give Jill a call and 
      do something. She was obviously not happy at being 
      abandoned for the weekend again. I left for the 
      airport Friday morning as Donna was going to work. We 
      said our goodbye's and I left in my car.
      Friday went by in a blur and at about 7:00 PM, sitting 
      in my hotel room, I called Donna to say good night. 
      She didn't answer after about 6 rings. Probably in the 
      tub, I thought. She sometimes took a leisurely bath 
      and shaved her legs so could be tied up awhile. At 
      8:00 I called her back. Still no answer. Same thing at 
      10:00 and 11:00. I finally left a scathing message 
      that I regretted as soon as I had sent it but it was 
      done and I went to bed.
      Saturday morning, I got a call from her. "I'm so 
      sorry, I had my phone on mute and forgot to turn it 
      back up. Jill and I went to ladies night at that 
      little pseudo winery with the jazz band. I should have 
      called but we were having fun and I lost track of 
      time. How is everything going?"
      "Better than I expected. We might finish tonight or 
      tomorrow. Looks like I'll be flying home tomorrow 
      night sometime."
      "Good, I'm lonely and I haven't had any sex since 
      Wednesday."
      "Hey, what a coincidence. I haven't had any since 
      Wednesday, either," I joked back at her. How about we 
      get together and fix that problem?"
      "It's a date." she quipped.
      "I have to get back to work, sweetie. I'll call you 
      when I have my flight time."
      We said our goodbyes then and hung up. My mind 
      gradually got back on work and off of Donna.
      It was about four that afternoon, when my phone rang. 
      It was Donna. "Hi babe, what's up?" I asked.
      "I'm worried about Tom. I didn't tell you earlier but 
      he wasn't at work on Friday. Suzie, you know the blond 
      attorney you couldn't quit talking to at the Christmas 
      party, ran into me at the dry cleaners. Well she 
      mentioned that she saw Tom and she said he looked like 
      hell. Hadn't shaved and didn't even acknowledge her 
      when she said hi to him. I'm worried about him. He was 
      so sad about his wife and he didn't take it well when 
      I said I wouldn't see him anymore. What should I do?"
      "I'm no expert, but I guess it wouldn't hurt for you 
      to call him. You could give him the 800 number for 
      your health plan's mental health hotline. He probably 
      just needs someone to talk to." I was thinking he 
      probably just needs someone to fuck also. But I didn't 
      want his suicide on my hands either. Besides, I 
      trusted Donna to call him without getting involved 
      again. Well, mostly.
      "Thank you for letting me talk to him. I feel so sorry 
      for him." Donna I knew was going to call him right 
      away so we said goodbye after she had promised to call 
      right back after she talked to Tom. Meanwhile, I had 
      about an hour of work to wrap up. The time passed 
      quickly and we finished at 5:30 and headed to the 
      hotel. We had to spend the night since there wasn't a 
      flight until 10:00 the next morning. I realized I 
      should have gotten a call from Donna by now. It was 
      then the phone rang.
      "Hi babe, how is he?"
      "Not good, he's really down. We talked for an hour and 
      then his phone went dead. I'm driving over to see him 
      now. I have to make sure he's ok. What else could I 
      do?"
      "I guess you're right. We can't have him jumping off a 
      bridge, can we?" I said sarcastically. "What are you 
      going to say or do for him?"
      "That's not funny. He is very wounded right now. I'm 
      going to do whatever it takes to bring him out of the 
      dark hole that he's in." She had spoken in a level 
      serious voice that I rarely heard. Donna could be 
      determined when she wanted to be.
      "I know you'll do the right thing," I said.
      "Gotta go, hon. Here's my exit. I love you."
      "And I love you," I said back in a serious tone. The 
      line went dead and I was alone in my hotel room.
      Dinner at the hotel was nice. I sat with two of my 
      fellow workers and we mostly talked about work stuff. 
      My mind kept drifting back to Donna and Tom. I 
      wondered how she was doing with him. It was dark out 
      now, so I hope she had talked him into getting some 
      sleep. Instead of getting some Donna. I felt that 
      familiar burn in my veins.
      After dinner my companions tried to talk me into going 
      to the infamous Safe House for a martini but I begged 
      off. I told them I was tired. I was of course but 
      mainly I just wanted to be alone. I made my way back 
      to my room, kicked off my shoes, plopped on the bed 
      and clicked the remote. I got absorbed watching a 
      movie with Diane Lane and Richard Gere titled 
      "Unfaithful." Perfect, I thought, a movie on cheating 
      while I wonder what my wife is doing right now.
      I roused myself. Must have fallen asleep. I looked at 
      the clock. It was 11:00 and still no call from Donna. 
      I checked my phone again just to make sure I hadn't 
      gotten any messages. Damn, there were two messages. 
      The first around 6:00 said I need to talk to U. The 
      second, around 6:30 said, C U tomorrow. I wondered 
      what was going on. Well I guess whatever it was, Donna 
      could handle it. I texted to her Can U talk. After ten 
      minutes had gone by, I realized I was not going to get 
      an answer tonight. She was probably at home asleep 
      anyway by now and I didn't want to wake her up. She 
      hated to answer the phone after she went to sleep.
      I got up and got a drink of water, took a good long 
      pee and then hit the sack. It would be ok in the 
      morning I told myself. It was not ok in the morning.

      Chapter 5
      I woke up around 7:00 and headed for the shower. It 
      was still a little bit too early to call Donna, even 
      though I was dying to know what was going on. I was 
      out, shaved and dressed by 7:30 and decided to call.
      The phone rang until I got the recorded message and 
      hung up. Damn the luck, she was probably in the shower 
      about now. I texted a message to her "call me" and 
      went downstairs for breakfast. I ordered the Belgian 
      waffles with two eggs on the side. Breakfast of 
      champions, I thought. 
      I finished, tipped the waiter 20%, and headed back to 
      my room. I called Donna again. Still no answer, so I 
      began to worry. It was now 8:30 and I had to pack and 
      run for the airport to catch the 10:00 am flight. The 
      next 30 minutes were a blur as I threw stuff in my 
      bag, checked out and caught a taxi for the 10 minute 
      ride to the airport. I did the self-check in and was 
      soon moving through the TSA line. By 9:30 I was at the 
      gate just as the boarding call began for group A 
      passengers. I was group C so had about 5 minutes to 
      call Donna. 
      She answered on the third ring. "Hi honey she said," 
      in a subdued tone.
      "Hi, how is everything going?"
      "Under control. Tom was just an awful wreck. I think 
      he might have done something really bad if I hadn't 
      got to him when I did. Thank you for letting me go to 
      him."
      "Of course. I wouldn't want anything ugly to happen. 
      So what happened? Oh, wait. I have to go. I'm boarding 
      now. I'm glad everything is ok and I'll see you when I 
      get home. I love you."
      "I love you," she said. "I hope everything's ok."
      "What do you mean?"
      "I'll tell you when you get home."
      "Why can't you tell me now?"
      "I stayed in bed with Tom last night. I ... I thought 
      it was the only way to make sure he was safe. Are you 
      mad?"
      "We'll talk when I get home," I said as I walked down 
      the ramp to my waiting plane.
      Although only an hour and a half, it was the longest 
      flight I've ever been on. I replayed the conversation 
      with Donna in my head about a hundred times. She said 
      she stayed in bed with him, she didn't say she had sex 
      with him. Maybe not a big difference to some but it 
      was important to me. I remembered back to when we were 
      first dating in college. I think it might have been 
      our second or third or fourth date, she stayed 
      overnight in my apartment and we cuddled together 
      under the blankets until we fell asleep. We never did 
      more than kiss but it was one of the best nights of my 
      life. It was the night I fell in love with her. We 
      shared secrets about our innermost desires and fears. 
      I loved her so much back then. And I still do.
      Eventually my flight touched down in St. Louis and I 
      headed for the shuttle to the long term parking lot. 
      Forty-Five minutes later, I was pulling into my 
      driveway. It was about 1:00 and I was hungry. But more 
      than that I wanted to see my wife. Donna's car was 
      gone. I walked into the house from the garage and 
      looked around for a note or anything. No note but I 
      found the sheets in the bedroom wet with sex smell. 
      There was a candle stub left on the nightstand, two 
      wine glasses and some of her clothes strewn around the 
      room. A blind man could reconstruct this crime scene.
      I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands. I felt 
      sorry for myself for being so stupid to allow Donna to 
      "date" in the first place. It's true that men and 
      women can't be friends. They were made to mate with 
      each other. I then started to feel a little bit sad 
      for Donna. Wonderful, bubbly Donna was so distraught 
      and ashamed she couldn't face me. That's the only 
      reason she isn't here waiting for me.
      I dialed her. "Hello," she answered. "Are you home 
      yet?"
      "I'm home alright." My answer told her I knew what she 
      had been up to last night.
      "Do you want me home? Or should I just stay away?" she 
      asked quietly.
      "Home. I want you home."
      "OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes or so."
      I was tired so I kicked off my shoes, moved the covers 
      over and lay down on my bed. I stayed over on the side 
      that wasn't too wet although somehow it seemed the 
      entire mattress had been permeated with wet sex juice. 
      It didn't seem to matter as I tried to compose the 
      words I would say to Donna. But nothing seemed to come 
      to me. I couldn't find the words. 
      After an eternity I heard the garage door open and a 
      minute later, I heard her walking into the kitchen. 
      She called out my name and I answered, "I'm in the 
      bedroom." She must have grimaced at that. Returning to 
      the scene of the crime.
      She came into the bedroom and without saying a word, 
      stood by the doorway facing me with her head down. 
      Without hesitation, I got up from the bed, walked over 
      to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I began to 
      nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek as she silently 
      dripped tears down her face. I sighed and then she 
      sighed. We both started to speak at once, and then I 
      said "you first."
      "I was bad."
      "Maybe," I said non-committedly. "Why don't you just 
      tell me what happened."
      "I think you can see what happened," she said with a 
      sharp tone. "Do I have to spell it out?"
      "I just want to know what happened, Donna. Now tell me 
      about last night."
      She sat on the edge of the bed and began her account.
      "I don't know what to say. I went over to his house 
      and at first he didn't even want to talk to me. I made 
      him open up and he let me in. So then we just talked 
      about how sometimes life sucks and I told him he was 
      just in a rough patch but it would get better. I 
      hugged him and he said thanks that really made him 
      feel better that maybe somebody cares. I told him lots 
      of people care but I just happened to be the one here 
      with him at the moment. 
      "That got him talking about how he doesn't do good 
      with women and now he's lost his wife and me the only 
      two women in his life that he thought were special to 
      him. Then he started to cry in my arms like a baby. 
      Finally I told him, that's it mister, we're going. 
      You're coming over to my place and I'm going to fix us 
      something to eat. So I made him get in my car and we 
      came home."
      "Well, I can pretty much see what happened then. Where 
      do we stand Donna?"
      "Like I told you. Tom was so depressed, I just did 
      everything I could think of to cheer him up. I fixed 
      us dinner with a glass of wine. I thought that would 
      help. That made him feel a little better, and then I 
      suggested we stay up and watch old movies. That 
      sounded good to him but then I suggested he needed to 
      bathe first, and shave." So I filled the tub with hot 
      water and told him to get in. 
      He just took off his clothes and got in the tub. He 
      seemed to relax in the water and just lay his head 
      back and closed his eyes. That's when I collected his 
      clothes and put them in the washer. I came back in and 
      he was still in the tub so I knelt down and told him 
      to lean forward. I soaped up a washcloth and began to 
      scrub his back. 
      I just wanted him to feel loved and cared for. After 
      he finished bathing and shaving, I put him in our bed 
      and he fell asleep. It wasn't about sex. He just 
      needed to be cared for and loved. I tidied up things a 
      little and then I decided I was tired and wanted 
      sleep. I took a shower first, then dried off and slid 
      in bed next to him. It just seemed so natural. Almost 
      like I was sliding into bed with you. I spooned up 
      next to him and fell asleep.
      We didn't have sex until this morning. I woke up first 
      and just snuggled up to him to keep warm. I tickled 
      his back and gently rubbed his body. Eventually he 
      woke up and whispered "thank you" to me. I just 
      squeezed him tight and told him "you're welcome." 
      After a few minutes he rolled over on his back, 
      pulling me towards him with his arm. I instinctively 
      reach my arm over his body and stroked his chest and 
      stomach. We just lay like that for the longest time, 
      touching and holding each other. I was dying to know 
      if Tom was aroused so I accidentally on purpose moved 
      my hand down lower till I found his erection in my 
      hand. 
      "Someone's feeling better," I said to him. He smiled 
      and yawned, then rolled over on top of me. He pinned 
      my arms down and kissed my neck and nuzzled against 
      me. At first I told him we shouldn't be doing that but 
      he wouldn't let me up. He lay between my legs holding 
      me down and he kept both of my arms pinned over my 
      head. I couldn't do anything at that point except let 
      him have me. It was torture to feel him loving my body 
      and knowing I would have to tell you about it later. 
      I'm sorry," she said in her little girl voice.
      "Sounds like he forced himself on you."
      "Maybe. I think maybe I wanted him to though. Kinda 
      like if he forced himself on me, it wouldn't be my 
      decision. Then I wouldn't have so much guilt."
      "Then why do you feel so guilty?"
      "Because I've been a naughty, naughty girl," she said 
      as she looked slyly up at me.
      "Oh, you've been naughty all right. The question is 
      what to do with you."
      "You could hold me and love me. Then we can go from 
      there," her little girl voice offered.
      I moved over to her facing her where she sat on the 
      bed. Not saying a word, I pushed her shoulders back 
      pinning her to the bed. I looked her over deliberately 
      taking my time to inspect her body up and down. 
      Reaching down under her dress, I slid her panties down 
      her ankles, pulling them off. Kneeling on the floor in 
      front of her I gently pulled her knees apart and 
      leaned forward, inspecting her matted pubic hair. 
      Strangely, the thing I had most feared didn't really 
      upset me. 
      Instead, her messy wet pussy lips looked beautiful at 
      that exact moment. The strong scent between her legs 
      seemed to tell me that not only had she fucked Tom, 
      she had enjoyed it immensely. I licked my tongue on 
      her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more 
      pressure. Donna didn't say anything, but her breathing 
      quickened just a little. I then lapped slowly up and 
      down the full length of her sex opening, letting my 
      hands push her legs apart with more force. 
      She groaned and moved her legs far her back against 
      her body. I licked her up and down several more times 
      as she started to pant. Abruptly then, I stood up, 
      unbuckled my pants, kicked them off and went for it. I 
      was so hard at this point and she was so wet I went 
      right in. I pounded hard into Donna, letting my anger 
      at her and erotic feelings express themselves all at 
      once. After about ten strokes, I came in her, adding 
      my semen to her lover's earlier deposit. 
      "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeeh, OOHHHH!!" she screamed as I 
      filled her opening. We stopped motionless then, 
      looking into each other's eyes, wondering what was 
      happening, where was our relationship headed. After a 
      moment, I laid down on her kissing her softly at 
      first, then more needy, then softly stopping. I held 
      her and we didn't move, afraid to change the moment, 
      afraid to lose something.
      The moment of intimacy passed. I quipped, "Well, I see 
      he didn't stretch you too much."
      "It wasn't for lack of trying. Damn thing was really 
      big," she fired back.
      "Liar, I bet he's four inches, tops. And besides, if 
      he was that big you'd be too sore for sex with me."
      "Sweetie, know that I love you like no other, but his 
      cock was huge and I have personally never had one that 
      big inside me. I felt filled up like I've never felt 
      before. And for the record, I WAS sore. It's just that 
      I would never turn you down, especially not now, not 
      after last night..." as her voice trailed off.
      "Hey, want to go get some ice cream?" I asked.
      She looked at me strangely. Then tearing up she said, 
      "Yes."
      END
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