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She Conned Me
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

Marilyn has a way with men... from her virgin being 
intact, until she gave it up. Then more than one man was 
needed to satisfy her. While her husband accepted her 
stories and they were simply conning him. (M+/F, wife, 
1st, oral, anal, intr, voy, rom, cuck, sn)

***

We sat enjoying a cocktail after work, sharing each 
other's company while making small talk that one 
considered a date in the late-sixties. Looking at the 
attractive redhead seated on my right of the cocktail 
table, I thought how she'd come on to me. I watched 
intently as she removed a ring from her finger with a 
large diamond mounted on a platinum engagement band.

Marilyn, a twenty-five year old senior underwriter in 
the bond department of the company where I was employed 
had surprisingly accepted my offer for drinks after 
work. From the looks of things she wasn't going to waste 
time I concluded in observing her remove the ring.

Our relationship commenced when one of my employees was 
unable to fathom entries that hadn't cleared and dated 
back more than 10 years. My employee requested the files 
for the items, but the request card submitted was 
returned 'NIF' - not in file.

Helen removed the pages from her report book for the 
items she had marked on the accounting entried as NIF. 
The department vice president I knew from working on 
projects with him in the past, and he was required to 
sign off personally once the projects covered by the 
bonds were completed. Discussing the listings with Vice 
President, Tad Coakley, he requested I work directly 
with Marilyn Mills, the senior bond underwriter. Shaking 
his head, he must have been thinking the same thing I 
was when he asked, "Why are these items still open after 
so many years."

First I stopped to see Bernie Stockeritz, a golfing 
friend and he provided me a brief run down on what all 
this meant. The bonds were from probate cases and the 
court agreed the individual handling the affairs for 
children in most cases, or an older person who required 
an administrator of some nature to handle their 
financial affairs. The individual appointed by the court 
had to post bond. Other bonds were also the result of 
some legal proceeding or bidding on various business 
functions or construction projects.

Bernie stated the items he saw on the sheet I had with 
me were mostly bond activity on cases involving minors. 
I listened as he explained that the courts had appointed 
someone as administrator for the child's welfare. After 
I left Bernie's office, I walked to speak with the 
attractive and shapely red head, Marilyn Mills, whom I 
had met personally during staff meetings.

Marilyn was promoted to her position, though young, due 
to her ability to grasp insurance ins and outs. I 
learned from Tad she'd majored in business education, 
and insurance courses as part of her college studies. 
After being employed at the company she completed both 
property and casualty, and life courses, to earn 
certification and the right to post CPCU and CLU 
initials after her names that are granted by the 
industry.

We spoke together for several minutes until Marilyn 
advised, we must go to the 'attic' storage area where 
expired bonds were stored. After three hours of research 
and review of the policies on the sheets, we discovered 
the open items were the yearly premiums on the bonds. 
They hadn't been charged through the system by the 
underwriting department, even though the agents involved 
had forwarded payments in their accounts current.

Between us we determined the simplest method of clearing 
the entries and removing them from the books. Advising 
Marilyn I'd forward a letter to her pertaining to our 
review and methods necessary to precede clearing the 
long past due underwriting entries. At the same time, I 
was not happy with my personal requirement to take time 
away from my department to work on what I considered 
clerical work that I inherited when taking the position.

Marilyn and I were standing side-by-side while working 
and during the time I watched her bend to retrieve files 
from a low drawer. Her body movements allowed her blouse 
to fall away and expose her bra. Plus my eyes took in 
the upper portion of her shapely breasts. The view down 
her blouse showed the upper roundness of her breasts 
cups above the top lace half of her brassiere. At times, 
she was what could best be described as squatting while 
retrieving a file.

While in the squatting position, Marilyn had one knee on 
the floor, while holding her legs somewhat apart. This 
caused her skirt to slip up her legs until the garment 
was half way up her rounded thigh. This permitted me to 
view up to the crotch of her pantyhose. The hosiery 
Marilyn was wearing weren't opaque, so they didn't 
obscure the freckles on her upper legs.

During my view of her stocking clad legs, especially her 
thighs, I couldn't help noticing how nice her legs 
appeared. And not just part of her legs, but completely 
to her crotch. Not only was I able to view splashes of 
freckles on her smooth thighs, but the hair surrounding 
her sex was visible at the edge of her legs beneath the 
pantyhose. The thinness of her hose showed there weren't 
panties on her body to cover her sex.

Once more I hated pantyhose as I understood if the ugly 
white crotch wasn't visible to my eyes, then the darker 
tops of the hosiery would be blocking the smooth skin of 
her stomach and the top of her legs.

Trying to be a little macho to say thanks for the time 
she spent to enable my staff to clear hundreds of 
accounting entries, if not thousands, I asked, "What say 
I treat you to a nice cocktail and dinner this evening; 
if you can get away?"

I was aware her fiancé was in Nam and had been gone for 
over six months. Having already enjoyed my jungle 
vacation, I thought she might like to discuss where her 
intended was stationed. And secretly hoped that perhaps 
I might take up where Ted had left off.

It wasn't until an hour or so later over cocktails that 
I discovered Ted hadn't scored with the lovely redhead. 
She was still a virgin! Anyway, that was her claim and 
who was I to challenge her story. We met that evening 
after work at the lounge I suggested, basically because 
of parking in the building.

After the cocktail waitress took our order, we made a 
half-hearted toast to each other. In fifteen seconds, I 
watched her remove the engagement ring banding her love 
to Ted. My eyes looked on as she placed the ring in her 
purse, and then looked at me and her face was blank from 
any expression.

Perhaps another fifteen or twenty seconds passed and my 
eyes followed her left hand as it moved up onto the 
small round cocktail table, within a couple of inches of 
my right hand. Only then did I note any indication of 
what she was thinking as a slight hint of embarrassment 
was included in her smile.

In fact I consider her smile to be a nervous condition 
as she understood my eyes had looked on as she removed 
the ring. The ring she was wearing and meant to 
represent fidelity on her part of love for a boy in the 
Navy and serving in Nam.

After two cocktails, Marilyn, who by now had taken my 
hand in hers, as I knew enough to allow a female going 
steady, engaged, or a married woman to make the first 
move? While holding hands I felt her finger tips rub the 
palm of my hand.

Smiling at her and returning the finger tip caress. I 
asked, "So you charming redhead, do you understand what 
it means for a girl or boy for that matter, to tickle 
the hand of the other?"

With a slight giggle in her voice, Marilyn replied, "Of 
course... it means, or should I say it is asking if the 
boy likes me? So do you like me?"

Knowing she was either playing a game or wasn't aware 
tickling the palm of the other was a non-verbal way to 
ask for sex. "I wondered if she knew she had just asked 
me for sex."

Going for broke, I told her the true meaning of the 
tickle and she looked at me with one hell of a look of 
surprise rolling over her entire face. Even in the 
darkness of the lounge I could see the red of 
embarrassment on her face and upper chest above her 
blouse.

She commenced to speak as her voice caught in her throat 
as she remarked, "Uh, I'm sorry for asking you that... I 
never knew that was what it meant? Could we go someplace 
and be alone, at for a while? This is difficult for me 
to ask of you. You believe me; right?"

"Yes, why shouldn't I trust you and enough to believe 
what you are saying to me? Marilyn I understand exactly 
what you are feeling and saying and it means a lot for 
you to trust me enough to wish to be alone with me. I'd 
like that very much... shall we leave?" I stopped the 
cocktail waitress, paid the tab and we walked to valet 
for them to retrieve our cars.

While waiting for our vehicles, I told the cute redhead, 
"If you follow me it will be better than simply giving 
you directions. Do you think that'll work okay for you?"

When I pulled into a motel on the highway leading to the 
suburb where she lived, Marilyn pulled in and parked 
next to me. Walking to her car window I told her I'd be 
right back after I got a room, or would she just like to 
visit the small cocktail lounge where they have a man 
playing piano and singing.

"I don't want any more to drink... I just need to think 
and be alone with you and I hope you haven't gotten the 
wrong idea of my going to a motel room with you. I've 
been so tied up being engaged and not having time to be 
with true friends, I just need to speak with someone I 
can enjoy."

Knowing she was trying to justify what she was doing and 
I well knew she would be like other women I had taken to 
a motel room. They would give me a great time in bed. 
Five minutes later I walked back to her car and asked 
she follow me and drive to the back of the building 
where we could enter our motel room and it was out of 
the normal traffic passing the motel.

Once inside the room we sat in the chairs at the small 
desk and I watched as she turned on the television and 
picked out some show. Which even now I can't tell what 
it was and I could at the time as TV isn't my cup of 
tea. In a short time she turned off the television and 
walked over and turned on the radio next to the bed.

"Come sit with me on the bed; please don't think badly 
of Me." and I watched as she scooted back against the 
headboard of the bed.

Kicking off my loafers, I removed my tie as well and 
settled on the bed next to Marilyn and as I relaxed, her 
hand took mine in hers. Nothing was said as she moved 
her face close to mine. This I understood was an 
indication she wanted kissed. Once again I played the 
waiting game and let her make the moves, which I long 
ago found causes women to wonder why I'm not doing like 
other guys and charging full-bore for the conquest of 
their bodies.

Her eyes looked in mine and saw hers close as her face 
moved to me and her lips parted slightly as they rested 
on mine. Marilyn's arms moved up to hug my neck and one 
hand caressed my face. In moments I was kissing her back 
as she initiated a French kiss and her ability to tongue 
kiss needed help, I discovered. 

In a few moments I was instructing her how to kiss me. 
And did so in a way not to indicate her method wasn't 
the best method of kissing a guy with passion. Long ago 
I discovered a man must never under any basis discourage 
a woman or even a teenage girl when you're attempting to 
score.

To this day I don't know it her touching me was an 
accident or intended, but in a few minutes of kissing 
with deep passion I felt her hand on my lap. The feeling 
of her hand closing around the hard-on in my pants told 
both of us the kissing had taken its toll and awakened 
Mr. Johnson Bar in my slacks.

After seconds of gripping my erect cock she jerked her 
hand back from me.
"Oh jeepers, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"No Marilyn, don't apologize. Instead, touch me again... 
you would make me a very happy fellow if you took it out 
and touched it all over." I waited to see if I'd 
overstepped the rules and in moments her eyes shut once 
again and she was flipping her tongue all around the 
inside of my mouth.

Just as suddenly her hand was again gripping my cock. 
She moved her other hand from holding my head and 
reached to unfasten my belt.

After a few minutes of trying to push my pants down, 
Marilyn asked, would you help me take these off... maybe 
you could simply undress... okay?"

I stood up next to the bed and in less than a sec, I was 
naked and my cock pointing towards the cute redhead. 
Saying to her, "Come here and let me help undress. 
Please, pretty one."

Within seconds I had the lovely girl down to her 
pantyhose and kneeling in front of her; tugged the damn 
things down and off her legs and feet. Before me was the 
fine shinny red pubes growing over her sex. She was like 
other redheads I knew, her maiden hair was thin, but 
grew fully across her mons and up halfway to her navel.

Leaning forward I kissed her pubes and allowed my lips 
to kiss her belly button and used my tongue tip to bath 
the shallow indention. Standing up I moved us to the bed 
and turned back the covers. She willingly lay back and 
as she did, held her arms up to welcome me over her 
sleek nice body.

We kissed and I moved from her lips to her nipples, then 
to her sex. After a few minutes of giving her oral 
pleasure she asked I move up and kiss her. That I knew 
meant she was ready for sex, but like other women I had 
been with wasn't able to simply ask to be fucked.

Using my hand to guide my cock to her entrance, I was 
surprised to find her labium was still small and her 
inner lips didn't protrude. To my amazement I discovered 
after working the head of cock into her sex she hadn't 
been lying previously about still being a virgin. 
Feeling her hips move back to break my entrance when I 
struck her hymen was a delightful surprise. Damn, a 
twenty-five year old cherry. And one who is engaged.

Moving slowly until I was again nesting my cockhead 
against her hymen, and upon contact with the thin 
membrane, stopped shoving into her body. This time I led 
the kissing and with a suddenly and unexpected act on my 
own part, jammed my cock up into Marilyn's virginity and 
tore it apart.

"Aiyeeeeeeweee!" the pretty redhead cried, knowing and 
feeling her sweet virginity was a thing of the past and 
gone on the end of my cock.

To this day I smile when I recall her next words were 
somewhat silly as she asked, "You happy now? Why did you 
shove your thing up me... what shall I tell Ted when he 
and I marry?" and tears fall from her eyes.

Still I begin fucking her as she cried and until I made 
two brutal shoves up her when I shot off, my strokes had 
remained the same, sure and deep.

During the next several months the entanglements with 
Marilyn continued and finally came to a head in the most 
unusually way. For her it was very personal, but for me 
it was a real trip. One evening we met on the south side 
of town for dinner and drove to a restaurant in my car, 
leaving hers in a strip mall parking lot. After eating, 
and returning to my car, which was parked on the back 
side of the restaurant, we enjoyed a romp in the back 
seat.

After getting our clothes back in order, I drove to the 
strip mall and parked next to Marilyn's car. One thing 
led to another and throwing caution to the wind, decided 
to get it on once again. This time I watched as she 
removed her pantyhose, and unfastened her top and 
removed her bra so I could feast on her round strawberry 
reddish-pink nips. For several minutes I pumped her 
tight pussy until I shot my second load of the evening 
up her welcoming body.

After getting off, we remained laying on the back seat 
and to my surprise Marilyn got down onto the car floor 
and gave me head. Normally she wasn't into oral sex, 
except for receiving it, which she was crazy over. After 
a few minutes of her warm mouth sucking my cock, she 
stopped and stated in a sweet voice, "Umh, you are 
hard... making love to me. Derek, I can't suck you off 
tonight... especially after eating Italian food. Please, 
make love to me, and the next time I'll try to take you 
off with my mouth, okay Honey?"

During the time before we got it on once again, I sucked 
her breasts and neck. Without realizing it, I left a 
trail of hickies from her neck to her red pubes. The 
smooth, fair skin on her breasts was covered with 
sucking marks. We both understood by tomorrow morning 
she would be covered with indications of a night of sex. 
The second bout of tangling in the back seat after her 
attempt at oral sex wasn't enough, and a half-hour later 
and the third time that night I was plunging my cock 
deep up her gripping pussy.

How can one forget getting your nuts, while the girl is 
moaning passionate words and sounds, flailing her legs 
high in the air in every direction and kicking the 
headliner of your car? Marilyn had become overly sexed 
during our third encounter and kicking her legs up and 
around and was more vocal than I'd ever heard or seen 
her be so active during sex. At one moment in time I 
even told her, "Damn it woman, I sure wish we were in my 
bed so I could really enjoy your being so active."

For the lively redhead, she told me that doing it in the 
back seat of the car had suddenly turned her on and she 
was suddenly uttering the fuck word. Marilyn for 
whatever her reasons didn't normally say the word fuck, 
but she was so sexed that all her inhibitions seemed too 
flown away and out the open windows of my car.

Getting it on in a brightly lighted parking lot of 
shopping center isn't the smartest thing or place to 
enjoy each other sexually. Which included having the 
windows down so we didn't steam them up from our 
workout. Never will I forget hearing Marilyn whimpering 
or shouting out her release and feelings of sexual 
delight.

For Marilyn it was a closeness she never thought sex 
could be, but now she was expressing her joy of being 
with a man. "Yes, oh yes I'm doing it... oh yes, oh I 
love you! I love fucking you!" and pulled her legs up to 
grip my back as I struggled to give both of us pleasure 
as I humped and jerked my body between her thighs. 
Without realizing her actions were raising her butt off 
the seat and the round globes of her buttocks pointing 
towards the window.

"Oh it feels good... move it faster and deeper... like 
that... fuck me, oh yes I want fucked like that... 
aughhhh, oh Derek! Yes, yes, fuck me darling! Umph, 
haaaaaa, oh I'm going to... aughhh, fuck meeee!" never 
had my lovely redhead worked her body with such strength 
or voiced her pleasures as she was during our third fuck 
in the back seat as she did that night.

For myself I was saying, "Yeah, oh yeah Marilyn, work 
you pussy like that! You're going to make me cum in your 
pussy, oh baby would you like my cum, my little redhead? 
Yeah, oh yeah Marilyn I'm getting it good! Augh, yes, oh 
it feels wonderful being up you! I'll be damned, I 
cummed in your little cunt!"

My body was lying over Marilyn's as her legs were pulled 
up nearly to my shoulders as she was holding her ankles 
in her hands and lifting her lower body up beneath me. 
She was striving and straining to take all of my cum and 
her hips were tilted high off the seat. From outside the 
open window, which her hips were facing and her eyes 
were able to view over my back, from outside the car, 
came a woman's shrill voice.

"No, oh Marilyn what are you doing? Oh my... you're...?" 
A discordant sounding female voice stopped any 
utterances for a brief period. The voice was emotionally 
high-pitched and tapered off to a wailing sound. To me 
the woman sounded more like a wild animal in total pain 
from experiencing its leg being snapped on and caught in 
a trap. Like a hush sounding voice, this time it asked, 
"What will Ted say?"

I turned to look at the window to see who in the hell 
was interrupting my nice ejaculation and thankful it 
wasn't the police. From my view it appeared to be a 
woman with such disgust on her face that she couldn't 
possibly make another grove appear in the constricted 
facial skin and meat covering her face. Having listened 
to her last comment, with the name Ted included, I knew 
this must be his mother or some exceptionally close 
relative.

Marilyn's arms were slashing out in an attempt to move 
from beneath me. One of her legs had fallen onto the 
floor of the car and the other rested on my back and 
next to the back of the car seat. She was attempting to 
wedge between my side and the back of the car seat. 
Marilyn yelled, "Ohmigod, its Ted's mother... she's 
seeing me... with my rear end... my legs up! What shall 
I do...? Derek, what can I say or do... help me decide?"

After getting partly dressed, though not taking time to 
slip on her bra or pantyhose, or worrying about her 
disheveled hair, Marilyn got out my car and ran 
barefooted to where her intended husband's mother sat 
crying in her car. For thirty minutes the two sat 
speaking and crying. I could picture my redhead, 
Marilyn, speaking to the mother of the boy she was to 
marry and trying not to embarrass herself further.

Not many females can tell you that one of her most 
embarrassing moments of life's secrets, simply pertained 
to their future mother-in-law observing and hearing her 
future daughter-in-law having sex with someone other 
than her son. How does one tell her future mother-in-law 
who her son is to wed in a few months, but instead was 
getting poked in the back seat of a car?

While waiting, I gathered Marilyn's items, folder them 
and stacked them carefully on the front passenger bucket 
seat of my car. Finally I watched in the mirror as the 
lithe redhead exited her future mother-in-law's car and 
ran to her own auto. She didn't come to retrieve her 
things and speed away, and was gone before I could stop 
her.

The next day at work Marilyn called me in my office. I 
could sense she'd been sobbing. We spoke for a while and 
finally she asked if her things were in my car. Telling 
her a lie, I replied, "No, I left them at my place. I 
wasn't certain you'd want me to bring them to work with 
me where someone might see them. She told me once she 
arrived home, Ted's mother called her and came by to 
pick her up and drove to Krispy Kreme for coffee and 
donuts.

Marilyn asked if she could pick her things up after work 
at my apartment. I informed she was welcome to do so, 
but I had to make a stop before I get home and to come 
by around seven. I wanted to set up a situation in the 
event she tried to be stupid and blame it all on me. 
When I got home, a friend who I had been with a many 
times was waiting in my apartment.

This attractive married woman had a key to my apartment 
and had let herself in while waiting. There were many 
times when I found a note she had left me in a secret 
place, when I arrived home. I knew Twyla used my place 
to meet with other men, but I didn't give a crap about 
that. She was one great piece of tale and married to an 
Air Force colonel who was currently deployed provided. 
This gave her with lots of free time. When I explained 
what was going on, she cracked up laughing at the story.

She was a married woman and she and her hubby were into 
swinging. Twyla Sadder undressed and slipped on a 
peignoir she kept at my place. Once she was ready, as 
was I, she lay in a seductive position on my sofa and 
drinking a glass of red wine, which I kept just for her. 
Red wine I consider the worst tasting of all wines.

Returning to my car, where Marilyn would find me, as I 
intended to act as if I'd just arrived home. Setting 
behind the wheel of my car, and a half-hour later 
watched my redhead pull into the drive. Marilyn drove 
towards my unit and parked next to me. When she pulled 
alongside me, I turned off my car and got out. Greeting 
the charming redhead, I could tell by the look on her 
face I was in for one hell of a hassle because of her 
being caught fucking me in my car. Inside I wanted to 
laugh, but on her behalf, I kept the funny situation to 
myself to chuckle over later.

Shit, what a mess I thought, not so much for me as for 
my adorable redhead, who had given me her virginity. 
Many times over I thought as I recalled how long we had 
been getting it on and her future husband expected his 
wife to be a virgin. Marilyn had been to the doctor and 
got on birth control after we had a scare and missed two 
periods before her monthly cycles commenced once again.

I didn't speak to her other than a nice hello. We walked 
to my apartment, but not till I stopped at the mailbox 
to delay entering my place as I was hoping the little 
gal would give me some indication of what I might 
expect. Then in a tiff, let me know she was upset with 
me.

"You ruined me... Ted's mother expects me to tell him 
about you and I and all that has happened, or she will 
before he and I marry. Will you marry me if I simply 
drop Ted? You know I was a virgin our first time... oh 
what shall I do now? You must marry me, as I can't tell 
Ted I was unfaithful and his mother saw me naked and 
having sex with someone else. Do you know she is 
acquainted with your brother and his wife? She told me 
she's calling them and reporting you for messing with 
me."

Looking at the girl, I decided it wasn't as bad as I 
thought, but knowing she was likely still holding back 
her thoughts, but asking me to marry her was a real 
trip. Actually I took it as a threat. Plus the idea 
Ted's mother calling my brother or his wife struck me as 
funny. It reminded me of a teacher calling a child's 
parents when their precious little girl or boy was bad 
in school.

Thinking to myself, I wondered how one goes about 
telling she observed someone having sex, "It was 
horrible, but I saw your brother sticking it to my son's 
fiancé in the back seat of his car. Her butt was up high 
in the air and her buttocks were pointing directly at 
me."

Something about the total thing was a trip and for no 
other reason than that, it made Twyla being in my house 
even better, I reasoned. My complete plan was to have 
not only a witness to the scorned girl's expected 
tirade, but have a partially glad lovely woman laying in 
wait for me to bed her.

Upon entering my apartment, we walked up the stairs to 
my unit, plus there was a door at the bottom of the 
stairs and the entrance to my apartment was at the top 
of the L-shaped stairway. Stopping in the landing before 
going up the final steps, I pulled Marilyn to me and 
pressed my body against hers. Holding her in my arms 
while hugging her gave me a sexual rush as she was 
definitely one nice package of femininity.

Slowly in my actions, I kissed the side of her face and 
then her lips. Though she had tears, fake or otherwise, 
in her eyes I wasn't certain, but her lips made their 
normal openness and I soon felt her tongue seeking mine 
for a delightful wet kiss. Before this instant I often 
wondered what this sexy girl did with a guy that hadn't 
shown her the proper way to French kiss. Then I recalled 
Marilyn telling me that she had never felt her breasts 
kissed or sucked and Ted had never played with her sex 
although she had made him go off a few times with her 
hands.

"Would you really desire to marry me? I'm older than you 
by nine years? Yes, oh yes I know you were my little 
red-haired virgin... how could I ever forget something 
that nice or such a fact?" and caused me to wonder if 
she somehow felt ruined from my busting her little cunt 
open and robbing her of her virginity prior to her 
saying, "I do" with the man of her dreams.

As I spoke, I commenced removing her clothing. Although 
uttering a feeble protest in my undressing her, she 
didn't stop me. Marilyn must have decided we would marry 
and took my undressing her outside my apartment door a 
romantic endeavor on both our part. Assuredly it was 
submission on her part to be undressed in a stairway. 
When I removed her pantyhose, Marilyn was breathing 
heavily and I knew she was ready to be sexually taken.

I opened the door as Marilyn asked, "How soon can we 
marry... oh hurry and undress. Let's go to bed and I 
want you to make love with me. Tell me, Derek, when we 
can be married? Oh I love you so much and..."

First she stopped speaking. Secondly the feisty redhead 
stood glaring at Twyla. I could see evil hatred in 
Marilyn's eyes and her face was fraught with haggard 
layers of disgust and multiply layers of creases as 
rages of hostility entered her soul. With a shout in her 
voice while standing naked in front of another woman, a 
woman this time lying on my sofa in a revealing dressing 
gown of silk and lace.

"Who in the fuck are you? Derek, who or why is this 
woman naked in your apartment? Tell her we're getting 
married and she is to get the fuck out of our home!" and 
without considering her actions, pitched her clothes at 
me as if she was striking me with a club. The action was 
funny, though I hoped the neighbors wouldn't call the 
police, who'd find me with two naked women.

Marilyn turned her comments on Twyla directly, "You, 
fucking blond haired hussy... get your fucking clothes 
on." In a shout of ownership on her part, Marilyn made 
it personal and as if it was her home and not mine or 
her or mine, in other words, our marriage home, "Get 
your whore's ass out of my apartment... Derek and I live 
in this home! My gawd, who is she that she is dressed 
like a whore lying on our sofa?" and as she shouted, 
turned and slapped my face with such force it knocked me 
to the floor.

Before I could say anything, Marilyn ran into the 
bathroom and crying loud enough Twyla and I could hear 
her. The words of she and I getting married was said 
between sobs every few seconds. Twyla smiled and asked 
if I was satisfied and should she dress? Nodding my head 
in an affirmative way and smiling at the charming woman 
who the two of us had cuckold her husband many times 
over. Twyla dressed and after telling and kissing her 
goodbye, I knocked on the bathroom door and told Marilyn 
we were alone, that Twyla had dressed and left.

The door opened and Marilyn grabbed my arms and pulled 
me to her. Her arms hugged me and asked me to get 
undressed and shower with her. Five minutes later we 
were showering and her hands manipulate me to hardness 
in a short time. Stepping from the shower, Marilyn 
spread towels out on the floor and we soon were pumping 
each other's sex, one against the other.

While we lay in each other's arms, Marilyn told me, 
"Derek... I'm going to have your baby... I'm about two 
months pregnant. Had it not been for Ted's mother 
finding us together, I had planned on marrying Ted and 
then tell him on our wedding night that I was having 
someone else's baby. Can we marry this weekend? Please, 
we need to marry for the baby."

Saturday evening we were enjoying dinner in a nice 
restaurant as a 'happily' married couple in Hagerstown, 
Maryland. Sex that night was full of passion to such an 
extent that even I couldn't believe I'd ever enjoyed sex 
to such a degree of intimacy. Monday morning we arrived 
at work together. It wasn't more than five minutes into 
the Monday staff meeting that Marilyn's boss broke the 
news of our being married.

Tad stood and looking towards me, smiled and shaking his 
head, remarked, "Before we proceed any further with this 
meeting, it's my pleasure and I'm as surprised as you 
will be, but we have a newlywed couple in our midst 
today. Derek and Marilyn were married this past Saturday 
in Hagerstown. So if they would stand to be recognized; 
I suggest we permit them to skip today's meeting and 
have the day off as an unofficial honeymoon."

For the next two months things progressed as normal if 
such a marriage can thus be described as such. Finally 
my curiosity got the best of me, especially when I 
determined my supposedly pregnant wife had been having 
periods. My knowledge of woman was such I knew some 
women bleed during their pregnancy. But when her tummy 
remained the same size, I asked Marilyn over a nice 
dinner and wine, where we'd enjoyed our first date, "The 
truth, you aren't pregnant, nor were you when we 
married; be honest Marilyn, my little redheaded winch."

"Derek," she smiled while saying my name, then proceed 
to continue her comments, "no, I wasn't pregnant... 
aren't paybacks a real bitch. You know I love you and 
have since the day you looked down my blouse, up my 
skirt and touched my hand in the attic at work. 
Something clicked with me that day and knew I would give 
myself to you. My darling husband, you, I determined 
would be the one man in the entire world to have my 
virginity. Had it not been for Ted's mother finding us 
together, this would never have come about. I'm a 
thoroughly happy woman and bride... I love you. When the 
moment in time comes for us to join our bodies, I melt 
and can't wait to feel you deep in me. Don't you love me 
just a teeny-tiny bit?"

Looking across the table where we sat side-by-side, 
there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I wasn't totally in 
love with the crazy redhead. Though I at first hadn't 
wanted marriage with her, which I recalled was a 
favorite topic of hers and she spoke about it being 
Derek and Marilyn and not Ted and Marilyn... oh she was 
a conniving little winch I discovered. She once told me 
that she didn't know how she could live with Ted, let 
alone sleep with him, plus have sex with him.

Another thing she advised me of was the possible 
relationship with Ted and resenting or feeling him shove 
his erection up her body. Rather with me, she started in 
a cutesy smile and throaty voice, "I love you pounding 
my insides and love you wetting me down." Here voiced 
sound as if she was a movie actress in a starring role 
of a wife with her husband, and it seems she read her 
lines just for me.

Holding her chin in the palm of her hand as her elbow 
rested on the table, and the wide brim hat, one of 
several she loved wearing, spoke in a total ivory 
sounding voice, "Derek, honest, you're all I ever 
wanted. Darling, my love for you commenced the moment I 
knew you were peeking down my blouse and especially up 
my skirt. 

My boldness was a new experience for me and I used you 
as a sounding board that day to see how far I could 
allow myself to go with a man... a man that wasn't Ted. 
That day after we finished checking those bonds I wanted 
to alone with you. In fact, for the remainder of the day 
I thought of our meeting for cocktails... what a cock 
tale I got, ummmm, you Sweet and Wonderful Derek."

Shaking my head in her direction and smiling, informed 
her, "Tonight my little redheaded lover, I'm going to 
part those cute and adorable hips of yours and pay you 
back for conning me into marriage. You my dear are to be 
butt-fucked for the first time. Anything you care to 
add, you con-artist of a wife?"

The look on her face said it all. Yet asked, "Are you 
serious... our marriage is down to my letting you... no 
being forced by you to... good grief, can I repeat what 
you said? You're planning to b-butt... butt-fuck me? 
Isn't that perverted and sick... oh gee, Derek, you 
can't be serious."

Smiling and patting her face, I whispered, "My little 
redhead winch, I have never been more serious in my 
life. I can't wait to feel those delightful hips I have 
held so many times in my hands and pulled them so your 
body fit tight to mine. So, true love shall be ours this 
night. 'Nuff said."

The anal experience was all I had dreamed it would be, 
and Marilyn seemed to sense how I felt when I filled her 
bowels, and feeling her smooth round buttocks against my 
groin and lower stomach. Never had I felt a woman accept 
anal sex with such an open and trusting experience.

Over the next months life took on a new meaning for me. 
I seemed to have fallen deeper in love with my adorable 
redhead, Marilyn. One afternoon I returned from an out 
of state trip a day early. When I got home, I pulled 
into the drive of our wooded surrounded home and entered 
through the garage which was open. Marilyn's SUV was in 
the garage and a nice looking sporty car was parked 
behind her vehicle.

Walking into the kitchen from the garage, I didn't see 
nor hear any voices. I stepped into the family room and 
before me was an unexpected greeting. My wife was 
stretched out on her back in front of the fireplace, and 
lying over her and between her freckled legs, which were 
reaching for the rafters, was a man. Another man was 
suckling at her right breast.

There was a naked Ted resting his back against the sofa 
and I could see his cock was coated with semen and 
female fluids. It was obvious that Ted had only moments 
before felt my lovely redhead take him deep up her sex.

Moving quickly to where Ted was seated I kicked him in 
the stomach and then kicked the ribs of the man 
straddling my wife. The man nursing at Marilyn's right 
boob heard the others shouting and the thump of my foot 
against their bodies and he scampered up from the floor 
quickly. He grabbed his clothes and tore out of the room 
and onto the patio.

For a moment no one spoke, other than Ted and his buddy 
grunting loudly from my having kicked them. When my 
cheating wife saw me she appeared to have suddenly died. 
Her arms and legs fell to the floor as she lay on her 
back. Her body looked as if it had turned white in 
death. Her natural body color was light and with her red 
haired head, and the freckles spotted on her body she 
had nearly white skin and she couldn't lie in the sun 
for any length of time. Yet the image now of this fair 
skinned woman was to me that she turned ghostly white.

Her senses came to her and she cried, "DEREK, OHMIGOD! 
DEREK!" 

I watched as tears came to her eyes and begin to roll 
down her face. Her arms and legs were no longer in the 
throes of sexual delights, but attempting to force the 
man from between her legs and off her body.

My eyes took in the sight of the man's cock as it pulled 
from Marilyn's whoring snatch and it made a funny sound 
when it left her gripping hole. In a moment I moved to 
where the man was attempting to get up from my wife and 
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head backward and then 
punched his jaw as hard as my fist would move and 
strike.

Perhaps a minute passed during all this, but during my 
actions I looked on as the two men, naked and carrying 
their clothing ran from the room. After they had exited 
the family room I heard a car start and tires squealing 
on the blacktop drive.

Curled up in a ball on her side, and where she had just 
been having sex with three men was Marilyn. Her body 
heaved with each breath and sob she was making sounded 
like she was braying like a wild beast. Marilyn's eyes 
were closed tightly as tears flowed constantly from her 
lovely green eyes. Her nose was leaking sinuses fluids 
and for some ungodly reason, I looked at her lower body 
and I could see semen oozing from her sex.

With her hips turned towards me and her labium squeezed 
together and were sticking out from between her hips and 
legs. The knowledge of what I was viewing tore me into a 
million pieces and I hated the woman to whom I was 
married. Instantly as I looked at the quivering mass of 
a female before me I only had one thought, "Conned me... 
the red haired bitch conned me!" and to my surprise I 
must have spoken my thoughts aloud.

Marilyn spoke in a tearful voice, "No Derek... oh I 
didn't con you... help me. Forgive me for doing this 
horrific thing... oh my darling... for-for-give, forgive 
me, oh please, love."

While she was speaking, Marilyn rose from the floor and 
moved to where I was standing. Her arms reached out to 
hug me and I stepped back from the embrace she was 
after. Instead of accepting my rebuff from her clutching 
me in her arms, she lunged at me and took me suddenly 
into her arms and evidently clasped her hands and 
interlocked her fingers so I was somewhat trapped in her 
embrace.

I could feel the body I'd learned to love and want 
constantly pressing to me. In my mind all I could think 
was, this woman had just willing taken another man... no 
I thought; two other men in her body. Evidently she was 
willing to accept a third man plunging his manhood up 
into her sex. Her face was against my club shirt and I 
felt it becoming wet with Marilyn's tears. There was a 
strange sound to her voice as she begged me to forgive 
her while she was literally entwining her legs and arms 
around me.

The pleading of her voice was without doubt real, that 
she had committed adultery and wanted forgiveness. From 
the depth of my soul I wanted to strangle this woman who 
had cuckold me, but there was a love between us and a 
funny thought passed through my mind. "You just got 
payback for what you did to Ted when you took the 
virginity of his fiancé while he was in Nam. Shit, she 
conned me and is conning me again; asking I forgive her 
for cheating on me. Cheating is one thing, but with 
three men at the same time... s-h-i-t, this is just 
unreal... she is conning me."

"Honey, come with me to the bathroom... I want to wash 
away my quilt. Oh Derek, please... I won't lie to you 
about any of this... this was the first and only time 
I've done such a stupid thing..."

With the woman still having her legs wrapped around one 
of mine and her arms undermine and her face looking up 
at me, all I could do was see the tears flowing from her 
eyes and her lips quivering as the spoke to me. Why I 
did what I did, I'll never understand, but I placed my 
lips on Marilyn's and kissed her softly and with as much 
gentleness as I could provide her.

Easing my lips slightly from those of my wife, I told 
her, "Uh Marilyn, I love you, but oh it hurts... it 
hurts terribly and it might have been easier for me to 
accept if I hadn't seen you. But three men... oh hell, 
Marilyn, I... and one was... Ted!"

Somehow we ended up in the master bath and we sat in the 
Jacuzzi tub and for at least thirty minutes neither of 
us spoke. Marilyn sat between my legs with her back to 
me, while I held her in my arms. Her small hands covered 
mine and every so often I would feel her body shake from 
what can best be described as an internal sob.

Marilyn turned in the tub until she was facing me and 
her eyes were swollen and red from the agony of crying. 
Her lips kissed my forehead and then my eyes and the 
expression of her asking my forgiveness by these tender 
acts caused me to cry a few tears. I felt her kissing my 
eyes; catching the tears I was shedding on the tip of 
her tongue. Her lips moved to the bridge of my nose and 
she kissed there and then across my face and down my 
neck and back to my chin and then she was kissing my 
lips.

Her tongue was seeking entrance to my mouth and the 
adorable and feisty woman spoke words that came from the 
depth of her heart. "My Derek, if you leave me... I will 
die as my life will be over... how I hate myself for 
what I've done to you... silly isn't the word to 
describe my actions. That word, silly, would be 
something for a teenager to speak. I must say only one 
word to reflect my hate for what I've done to you. That 
word is deceit. How I could lower myself to cheat on you 
my dear Derek, I'm at a loss. What I can say is simply, 
I love you with all of my heart, oh Derek, forgive me 
for my unworthiness towards you, but I want you 
forever."

Without being aware of it truly occurring is hard for me 
to imagine, but at some point in time while Marilyn was 
speaking, I became hard. My erection entered her body 
without either of us holding me, guiding me or anything 
other than evidently loving each other. My wife was on 
my lap facing me, I felt my cock sliding up into her 
body, and neither of us was moving in the act of sex. 
There was hotness to her inner sex and I sensed my cock 
was cooking in hot water.

For long moments as we sat coupled and felt the tips of 
my wife's breasts pressing against my chest. Her breasts 
seemed to have grown in size and her nipples were like 
hard rocks and they were hot like the interior of her 
sweet pussy. Marilyn moved her hips ever so slightly and 
it triggered the most intense ejaculation I ever 
experienced. There weren't the three to five shots like 
normal, but one long ejaculation... and it seemed to 
last forever.

With a shrill sound in her voice, I heard my wife 
express her own orgasm and she gave me no further need 
to not forgive her for her transgressions.
 
In her attempt to express how it felt to have a man go-
off in her, Marilyn slurred her words as she said, 
"Lover, oh my Lover... my Derek... you cummed in me, 
love. Burrrr, oh yes, you're my Lover, oh I love your 
filling me with your creamy juices."

Marilyn's body shuddered for at least a minute or longer 
and I felt her sex seem to quiver. No I thought, it 
attempted, if no other word can describe what I felt, 
but swear her pussy tried to strangle my cock. Only 
after then did either of us realize the length of time 
we had been joined together. The water had become 
chilled and somehow when I looked at the clock on the 
wall, we must have been in the swirling water for at 
least two hours. And how long we had our bodies hooked 
together I cannot honestly estimate, but it was lengthy.

Later that evening and unknown to Marilyn, I called Ted. 
During the call I gave him some important advice, "If 
you or your two friends even so much as mention what 
occurred between the three of you and my wife, the world 
will have three less people alive on it... trust me, I 
can and will remove each of you if you even speak about 
the matter between yourselves. Never speak to my wife 
again or you mother will not have a son living with 
her... you will be in some cemetery... trust me at my 
word. Ted, I also served in Nam, as a Captain in the 
mountains as a Green Beret. You know we are trained to 
be silent... I'm certain you understand... Goodbye."

We lay in our bed and I listened to Marilyn's smooth 
sounding breath as she breathed in the quietness of 
sleep. My thoughts of how only minutes ago I made love 
with my wife. Now as I rest next to her I wonder, "Did 
she con me again... did she?"

For the next five years enjoyed our marriage. Though the 
time I discovered her with Ted and two other men entered 
my mind, I would force the issue away. During our life 
together as man and wife, I took a position with a large 
builder of condominiums. My new employment gave me the 
rights to one of the top floor condos at a greatly 
reduced rate.

With my vice-presidency position and high six-figure 
income, Marilyn and I enjoyed life to the fullest. She 
had been upset my new work forced us to move, but she 
soon accepted a position in the southern location we 
relocated to and fit in her office perfectly. There were 
times I needed to travel out of town as projects 
developed fast and the need for financial accountability 
on my part as CFO was constant.

Within walking distance from our condo were the beach, 
and if one wished. The building was close enough that 
several physicians living in the condo where we lived 
could walk to the nearby medical complex, a part of a 
major university medical college. Our condo had all the 
whistle and bells and two large adult pools, and one 
children pool, drew the residents to enjoy the 
atmosphere of the facilities.
 
Many times I'd go to the adult pool on Saturdays or 
Sundays and find my charming wife stretched out catching 
the sun. Or she'd be reclining on a chase lounge reading 
her latest collection of detective or crime novels. More 
and more at the pool, I'd find her engaged in merriment 
conversation with one or more men, or another ultra-
attractive female or two.

One time after returning home I discovered a pair of 
men's jockey shorts folded with mine in my drawer and 
wondered why they were there. A few times I discover 
items of a personal nature, like one cuff link, a 
necktie and other such men's collection of wearable 
things. I started to wonder about the times I was 
traveling and when calling home, was unable to reach 
Marilyn.

Finally and against my better judgment, I begin arriving 
home unexpected and yet didn't discover my little 
redhead cheating on me. One Wednesday around four in the 
afternoon I arrived home from Denver, two days planned 
early and upon entering our condo unit, walked to the 
master suite. I found a pair of Marilyn's panties on the 
floor by the bed. When I picked them up I discovered 
something so personal, that it nearly tore me apart.

The soft cotton shield in the center of the crotch, 
which protects clothing, was to my dismay coated in a 
thick crusty coat of what could only be dried semen. I 
noted the bed wasn't made, but my wife had pulled the 
coverlet up over the sheet in a hurried fashion. Moving 
the thick silk bedding down to the foot of the bed, I 
found not only a few red pubic hairs, but some black 
kinky pubes and I knew they weren't mine.

Walking to the bathroom, I opened the laundry hamper and 
pulled out a few items from the bamboo unit. Among the 
items I retrieved were four pairs of my wife's panties, 
two bras and several pair of pantyhose. To my grief, two 
pair of her pantyhose had crusted stains in the crotch 
as did two pairs of her lacy panties. Needless to say, 
one pair of the panties was thickly covered in dried 
semen and I wondered how many guys had left deposits in 
my wife and had drained from her sex to coat the center 
of the Italian lace and silk undies that I knew cost 
nearly $125.

Taking each of the items that were stained, I carried 
them to the kitchen and taking a plastic grocery bag 
from the one cabinet, stashed the items I had 
accumulated in the sack. I carried the sack to the 
parking garage and placed it in the trunk of my car. 
Before leaving the house I made a note on the date I 
discovered the items and placed that in the bag with my 
wife's lingerie.

Going back inside the condo, I called the private 
detective firm I utilized for the company. During my 
conversation with Stan Williams, I asked if he was 
available to set up hidden video cameras and sound 
recording devices for me, personally. Knowing it must be 
extremely personal if I wanted such equipment for my own 
used; Stan advised he could stop by in about an hour.

Upon Stan stopping by, he asked, "How can I assist?"

Looking across the counter where we were seated in the 
kitchen, I told him, "Stan, this is strictly private and 
ask you to keep it such. But I need to check up on my 
wife. Perhaps it is nothing, but related to him what I'd 
discovered on my arriving home a few hours before.

Shaking his head, and saying in a matter of fact 
comment, "From what you have found, sounds as if you 
have the evidence. Now it's only necessary to bring the 
case full-cycle and tie the perpetrator to the crime." 

Explaining, "Someone been in my bed, and Stan, I'll be 
damn if I'll accept this from my wife. Not only that, 
but I want to know who in the hell has been using my 
bed. More importantly though, I want to find out who has 
been using my wife; or at least parts of her, If she 
isn't guilty, then I'll forget what I found, but there 
has been problems in the past. So, Stan, this is just an 
insurance against getting caught being a cuckold 
husband.

"No problem in keeping it on the QT, and I will do the 
work myself. I have some equipment with me and it won't 
take more than an hour to hook it all up. Both the video 
and audio are motion or voice activated units and the 
units will trigger the recording devices, also. What say 
we look over where you wish to have the units and we'll 
see how the ones I have with me will work or if I need 
something other than the ones I brought with me?"

An hour and a half later the units were installed. They 
wouldn't be noticed unless someone who was well trained 
in de-bugging for such devices looked for them, after 
being informed the living room, kitchen, master bedroom 
suit and Jacuzzi area of the hot tub which I'd installed 
on the patio, all the rooms contained spy devices.

The units were set up with wireless transmission and the 
recording devices were contained in my locked desk, in 
my combined home office and den. I packed some 
additional clothes and took them and those I'd taken on 
my Denver trip and drove to a Holiday Inn five miles 
from my home. One sweet device I had installed was a 
listening device with a camera that activated my cell 
phone, and it would give me four photos each minute as 
well as the voices of anyone tripping the security 
units.

Around 5:00 pm my phone rang the Bad Boys ring tone 
alerted me someone was in my bedroom. I hit the receive 
button and saw my sweet redhead, a black male I didn't 
know and a lanky guy who must stand nearly 6-6, and 
weigh around 280 pounds. I looked at my phone LCD and 
watched as two strangers to me, but definitely not to 
Marilyn, undressed my wife.

Perhaps two minutes later I watched as her on all fours 
on our bed, as the black dude was getting sucked and the 
tall, undersized giant, was shoving a cock to match his 
height in the simply matter of length. He was throwing 
it to my wife who was begging for more. My eyes observed 
the longest cock I had ever viewed being driven up my 
wife. The man worked her hard and deep with more than 
twelve inches of thick male gristle.

In fact at one point I watched my wife's hand holding 
the monster of a cock and knew from the size of her hand 
she was being stuck with no less than 14 inches of 
jarring cock. Marilyn's moans and cries were restricted 
from being uttered loudly, due to her mouth being 
crammed full of a very bluish-black cock. That in and of 
itself, was assuredly ten inches long and at the least 2 
½ or 3 inches across.

For the next half hour I watched as the two men switched 
back and forth in fucking her mouth or cunt. Finally I 
heard the white guy yell out, "Shit, I'm going to get-
it, oh yeah, I'm cumming... oh shit she is one tight 
pussy. Take me baby girl, take me... raghhhhh!"

Looking at Marilyn I could see her eyes seemingly roll 
back in her head as she was jammed with a ferrous 
pounding of her pussy by the large cock. At one point 
Marilyn pulled her mouth off the black cock and 
screamed, "Ohmigod yes, oh fuck me... fuckkkkkk meeee... 
aiyeeeeeeee, oh yes," and her words were cut off as the 
black man had again shoved his cock as deep in her 
throat as it would reach.

Even on the small screen of my Blackberry, I could 
observe her throat bulge out as the head of the black 
cock entered deep down towards the back of her mouth. 
Watching and hearing Marilyn as the unbelievable huge 
cock shoved up in her cunt, I watched her raise up from 
her knees onto her tip toes, while her hands flipped out 
and her body was resting on her shoulders. Her body 
looked like a 'U' shaped image in the manner and 
position it was bent.

To my complete surprise I watched as she fell forward 
onto her stomach and as she lay on the bed, rolled onto 
her back. Her breathing was short and harsh and I heard 
the black man say excitedly, "Shit, look at that Alex, 
she is pissing. Damn, you just fucked the piss out of 
her, hee-hee-hee-ah-ha!" and there was nothing, but the 
truth to his comment.

The lanky guy who had just been identified as Alex 
laughed and replied, "I'll be damn; man, I can't wait to 
fuck her ass. Does this mean she'll shit?"

Marilyn spoke up in a voice that sounded as if she was 
about to die from lack of breath. In a halted way of 
speaking remarked, "Please, don't make fun of me... oh 
hell, I've had lots of guys over the past five years, 
but never one with a cock as big as yours shoved up me. 
I - I, oh I can't stop peeing. You can't possible try to 
shove that up my butt. Alex, you will split me apart and 
I swear you tore my perineum. It burns like all get out 
from my urine striking my pussy." and moving her fingers 
to her sex, wiped them across the top and bottom of her 
vaginal opening.

Pulling her fingers up so she could view them, cried out 
in alarm, "Look, oh no, I'm bleeding; oh you've torn my 
pussy, Alex! Speaking in excited voice I heard Marilyn 
ask the other man, "Shanell, look and tell me if I'm 
really hurt and need to see a doctor."

Both men looked at her pussy and Alex made a joking 
comment and said to his partner in crime, "Dennis take a 
good look at her pussy... man that little cunt is rubbed 
raw and it does look like it was stretched so far it was 
about to split."

In an hour, I watched as my wife was being eaten by 
Alex. After a short time he asked she stand on the floor 
next to the bed. Telling her, "Okay my pretty red headed 
baby, bend over with the flat of your hands resting on 
the bed."

As he spoke he moved behind her and I watched as he 
nudged the blunt and overly thick head of his cock 
against her puckered anal ring. Viewing the pink ring of 
her sphincter as it refused to open to the large cock 
was totally without equal. After several minutes I 
watched as half of Alex's cockhead pressed within the 
muscles of her anus. The cries were definitely louder 
than when I first got her virgin ass.

How she took the large cock up her ass-end I'll never 
understand, but with no more than half its length 
crammed up her butt, I actually felt pity for my wife. 
Speaking and complaining to myself, I shouted, "Damn you 
to hell you cheating whore of a woman. I hope he rips 
you a new ass hole. Shit, your cheating on me again; 
damn you Marilyn, you've conned me again you fucking, 
cheating whore of a wife!"

Turning off my phone, knowing the scene would be on the 
digital recorder in my locked desk. Even that I might 
not be able to view as the realization my darling wife 
had conned me again. Not only what I was viewing, but 
from what she told her friends and the three of them 
were fucking in my marriage bed. My mind clicked on 
Marilyn remarking proudly, "... hell, I've had several 
guys over the past five years..."

That night I got drunk in the motel bar and had I not 
become drunk, I might have taken the slightly overweight 
cocktail waitress up on her saying she and I could go 
for coffee when she got off at midnight. Somehow the 
idea of cheating on my wife didn't set well, although I 
knew what was going on in my bed. Before going off in a 
drunken slumber, I wondered, "Are the two guys spending 
the night enjoying my wife?" But I also was smart enough 
to know my wife was likely enjoying it more than the 
guys.

The next morning I called home at 6:00 am, listening as 
the voice of my groggy redheaded wife answered the phone 
as if she was still asleep.

"Hello... w-who's calling?"

"Who did you expect to call you this early, your lovers? 
I'll let you get back to sleep, but I have to stay over 
until Saturday morning and I've got a flight out on 
Saturday afternoon. Go back to sleep or whatever you 
were dreaming about. Bye" hanging up my cell phone, I 
wondered what was going on in my house. I flipped on the 
unit and pressed the key that would show me if anyone 
else was in my bed.

The answer was immediate and watched my wife move her 
head down over the black cock and being kissing and 
licking the thick dark and soon hard piece of man-meat. 
For five minutes or more I looked on as my redhead gave 
a blowjob that didn't end when she wished. To his 
dismay, the black cock was crammed down her throat as 
the black guy pulled her head onto his cock and using 
his hands, worked her head up and down until I could see 
he was spilling his cum down her throat.

"Uhhhh, nnnnooooo," Marilyn was trying to evidently say, 
Ugh, no, but with her mouth full of cum and black cock 
she was forced to swallow the liquid that spilled in her 
mouth.

Watching my wife pull her mouth from the thick bone, my 
eyes took in the sight of the cock not getting soft. 
From viewing the action, I was unable to determine if 
Marilyn desired a cock up her cunt or not. Before she 
night have been ready, my wife was on her back, her legs 
forced apart by the girth of the man's black legs and 
his cock was soon buried up inside the pussy that I had 
believed was only mine.

The answer if Marilyn wanted the cock to spear her pussy 
was forthcoming in moments as she moaned, "NO, NO MORE 
I'M STILL SORE FROM LAST NIGHT... OH PLEASE NO MORE!" 
and I watched and listened as she was fucked for a good 
twenty minutes.

For me, it was pure joy viewing the large man pull 
Marilyn's legs up on his shoulders. He hooked then in 
his elbows and once he had the small and lovely body of 
my wife how where he wanted her, he pound the living 
crap out of my pussy. There wasn't any doubt but what 
she was getting one hell of a hard fuck. I could see his 
hard pubic bone pounding against her vulva and from the 
size and length of his cock she was hurting both inside 
and outside her cheating cunt. Seeing my wife being 
jack-hammered by the thick cock was pure delight. I 
hoped like hell she would be sore for a month.

For the total fuck Marilyn received I looked for the 
twenty or so minutes she was banged; banged fast, deep 
and hard. Her sobbing didn't stop the man from taking 
her like he wished and when he told her, "Stop your 
fucking complaining... babe, you want to fuck and fuck 
you are getting. Hell, I wish my good friend was still 
here. Tell me Red, you enjoy having a couple of NFL boys 
pounding your tiny little hole? Damn, you do have a 
tight cunt, Red. Oh shit, I'm going get my nuts... umph, 
ohhhhh, I cummed in your cunt."

Seeing the large cock pull out from my wife's pussy was 
beyond belief, as her pussy didn't close immediately, 
but the pinkish-red interior was open for my eyes to see 
where a black cock had just creamed her. Moments later, 
cum started to ooze from her pussy and it closed as if 
in slow motion. Once she rested a few minutes, I looked 
on as she slid across the bed and sat up on the edge 
with her feet hanging to the floor.

One of the nice shots as she sat on the bed was how her 
still teenage pointed boobs stuck out from her chest. 
Her nipples were full and puckered and before she stood 
up, remarked, "Holy crap, you killed me... damn you, why 
did you fuck me so hard? My pussy is so damn sore from 
last night and that damn Alex is big enough to do a cow. 
Uh, oh my poor little hole is sore."

Saturday at noon I returned home and when I entered the 
house, found my wife on patio sunbathing in the nude. 
Evidently she had expected me later and seeing me walk 
towards her grabbed a towel to cover her body. Before 
she succeeds completely in blocking my view, I noticed a 
hickey on her right boob. In a joking voice I asked, 
"Red," using the nickname the black guy called her, "why 
are you covering my pride and joy of a chaste wife?"

"Hi Derek, you're home early. I feel embarrassed being 
nude on the balcony is all? Want me to fix you a drink 
or anything?"

"Nope, what I want is to feel that sweet and warm little 
red-haired pussy taking my cock and making me gets my 
nuts off in you. God I've missed you sweetie. Would you 
like to fuck here on the balcony; no one can see us?" 
and I begin to undress. To my surprise and by the time I 
slipped off my boxers, I was hard.

Still seated on the chaise, Marilyn continued to hold 
the towel in front of her. Finally she spoke in a 
hurtful like voice, "Derek, you can't expect me to want 
sex like this... out in the open and..."

Before she could finish I pulled the towel from her and 
lay it on the floor. Pulling her from the chaise, I 
moved her onto the floor and in a second or two, was 
driving my cock up her cunt, which for the first time 
ever, made an attempt to keep my cock out of its depth. 
Telling her, "Open your pussy for me Red, let me up your 
tight cunt-hole."

She moaned and asked I stop, but I continued to fuck her 
deep and hard and pulled her legs up onto my shoulders 
and hooked her arms in my elbows and fucked her like I'd 
watched on the phone hookup. Just as I was ready to cum, 
I looked down at her and in a voice that I hoped would 
let her believe I had put the hickey on her boob, told 
her, "Sorry I sucked that luscious tit so hard I bruised 
it, Red."

For the first time since I found her on the chaise, she 
responded in a positive way and even gripped me around 
my neck, then said to me, "Oh honey, that is okay if you 
put your teenage boy mark on my titties; hee-hee honey."

We showered together after the sex and I made playful 
grabs at her pussy, but did so in a way I knew her 
bruised labium or vulva could feel as painful squeezes. 
I wanted her to tell me something, anything as to why 
her cunt was sore. There was no doubt that I needed to 
give my little redheaded wife credit for covering up her 
indiscretions. Not once did she sound out in pain, but 
her face told me what I wanted to know.

Especially when flipping or pinching her clitoris. Which 
I discovered was swollen and extended further from her 
clitoral hood than I had ever viewed the little hard 
button. After showing, Marilyn asked if I'd like to go 
with her to shop for groceries and to the mall. Telling 
her no, I wanted to relax and I needed to just sit back 
and enjoy life after the hectic week.

Once Marilyn was out of the house, I went to my den and 
opening the locked desk, hit the play button on the 
digital recorder. Within minutes I watched my wife 
entertaining the two football linemen and on video I got 
a full view of her being pummeled by the thick and 
exceeding long cock of the guy named Alex. Then it 
dawned on me who Alex was and who the black player was.

The scene of Alex jamming his cock up my wife's butt was 
the damnedest thing of a porn nature I ever watched. I 
moved to the recorder and inserted a blank CD in the 
unit and hit the PLAY and RECORD buttons and started the 
video over. After four hours of the recording and 
copying, I turned off the unit and carried the newly 
created CD to our bedroom and inserted it in the 
recorder.

When my wife returned home, she seemed in a better mood 
and I asked what she had purchased. She showed me a new 
suit for work and two new sets of lingerie. I helped her 
unpack the groceries and put them away and suggested we 
walk down the street to our favorite bar for a nice 
Johnnie Walker blue. She at first wanted to decline, but 
then relented when I made a childish pout and whined 
like a kid.

While out we ate dinner and returned home. We walked to 
our bedroom and I helped her undress and only made light 
caresses of her body, but did kiss her between her 
shoulder blades, which for some reason she totally loved 
to have done with her.

I helped her lay back on the bed, after she turned down 
the covers and we lay on the sheets. Before long I got 
up and opened the sliding doors off the patio and 
allowed the fresh breeze to enter our bedroom. Picking 
up the remote, I flipped through some channels and 
finally found one with a tell-all show about Hollywood 
stars and this was perfect, as it dealt with one of the 
top male actors cheating on his wife. Not only cheating, 
but with another man. I jokingly asked would you ever 
cheat on me... of course with another woman, Red."

Hearing me again using the nickname Red, my charming 
Marilyn asked me, "Why are you calling me Red since you 
returned home today?" and recalled 'Red' was the name 
Shanell Robertson, the black football guard and giant of 
a man had called her. Marilyn wondered if somehow Derek 
had discovered her cheating.

"Oh no reason in particular, but hasn't anyone else ever 
used that for your name?" and to my surprise she spoke 
without thinking when replying.

"Just one guy... uh, uh you don't know him... it was a 
long time ago, okay? Let's drop it for now Derek." and 
she believed her face turned very pale during the 
discussion of the nickname 'Red' with Derek. Something 
told her that her husband had found out about her being 
with the black man. Yet he must be playing a cagey game 
with her before pouncing on her with the fact she 
cheated on him once again.

I moved my left arm out and under her neck and pulled 
her so she was lying next to me. Actually I wiggled my 
body so it was pressed tight against her. Then moved my 
right hand down and flipped the CD play button. 
Instantly the scene of Marilyn and her two football 
players came on our 55 inch LCD screen and she either 
didn't want to speak or had yet to recognize what was on 
the television screen.

When the three of them were nude, Marilyn begins crying. 
Her body shook with total loss of her ability to still 
her shaking. A shrill and drawn out cry as if she was 
being stuck with a sharp object came from her throat. 
Her eyes were on the screen as it was showing her being 
fucked by Alex.

"NOOOOO, OH PLEASE... NOW, TURN IT OFF... I CAN'T TAKE 
IT ANYMORE... PLEASE DARLING... I'M SORRY FOR..."

Very softly I told her, "No, you aren't sorry, except 
for cheating on me and having again conned me as you 
have in the past. Marilyn, you've got one chance to be 
honest with me, but if you lie, I will use this video to 
get a divorce from you. Tell me now, how many guys have 
you been with during the past five years. Bear in mind 
you have no idea how long I've been recording you having 
sex." again I pulled her to me and this time she was 
lying over me in a tight grip.

"I... I... oh Derek... I'm not certain... but several... 
maybe 25 or 30... I'll never cheat again... forgive me 
and..."

"Hush, I know you have a list of each guy... go get it 
now," I spoke in my most gentle voice, and watched as 
she got out of bed and moved to her dresser. I didn't 
really know she had a list, but like most woman, I 
assumed she kept some type of log or diary.

She returned holding out her diary to me; I listened as 
she looked at the last page and said one word, "35".

"Get back on the bed and lay here with me. Don't speak 
about any of this until I can decide what we are to do. 
Marilyn, I don't know if I can forgive you or not... no 
don't speak unless you want only to make small talk or 
tell me about your first ever boyfriend, even if you 
were young and all that."

Marilyn moved so she was lying on her side, with her 
right leg resting on her husband. Her face rested on his 
left shoulder and almost as if it was a common practice, 
which it was in most cases, her left hand moved to cup 
her husband's cock. Using her fingers she manipulated 
his cock until it became hard, and finally spoke in a 
delicate and exceedingly soft-hearted voice. "Honey, I 
was ten and so in love with the boy who lived two houses 
from my parents."

"He was your first love? Was your love one sided... how 
old was your first lover?" and as I asked felt her 
flinch.

"When I was ten, he was 16 and it was, I guess one 
sided. Though he liked to tease me and had me sit on his 
lap... he gave me my first kiss and put his hand under 
my uniform on day after school as we walked home 
together. We had stopped and got into the storm-drain 
that ran under the road we were on, and there were no 
houses nearby, so no one saw us. I sat on his lap and he 
kissed... kissed me on my mouth. When he touched my leg 
I wasn't afraid, but his hand was on my skirt. After a 
couple of kisses, he said he was glad I liked him. He 
never told me he liked me. In a little while he moved 
his hand under my skirt and up my leg until his fingers 
were touching my panties. I got scarred and started 
crying."

I heard him say he liked me and wanted me as his 
girlfriend. But I mustn't tell anyone about us being 
boy-girlfriends. Once again he was kissing me and I 
thought how his fingers were still touching the sides of 
my undies. Feeling his fingers rubbing my panties felt 
funny, but good at the same time, though I actually 
don't remember how he did it, but by the time I knew he 
had eased my panties down over my legs, I about died as 
his fingers were groping between my legs and touching my 
sex. This time when I got frightened, I jumped up and 
pulled my panties up and then ran home. Once I was home, 
and in my room the phone rang. 

It was Howe and he asked if I was mad at him and if he 
could come over and sees me. Being a dummy, I said yes 
and in ten minutes he was again pulling my panties down. 

This time he asked if I would finish taking them off as 
he wanted to see what a girl looked like. In fact he got 
me to undress completely by saying he would undress and 
I could see him naked. For the next few days after 
school I would go home and we undressed. Nothing 
happened until the day he was laying on me and I guess 
it was what I later found out was he cum on me. Gosh, 
was I ever scarred and thought I would get pregnant, but 
when I didn't I swore to never see Howe again. That was 
my first lover."

Looking in my wife's eyes, I asked, "So he was your 
first lover? Was he your first love or boyfriend?"

"Uh-huh, my first boyfriend and I guess my lover would 
have been a guy named Robert. He was older and I was 11. 
I looked like a string bean with my thin legs and all 
that going on with me. I hadn't really commenced to 
develop or enter the start of puberty, although I had 
funny little bumps for breasts on my chest."

Looking at her, I could see my wife was somehow enjoying 
this moment of reflecting back on her life. "So how do 
you know he was your first lover or boyfriend?"

One day during the summer and the same week I turned 11 
years old. You know where my parents live, will it was 
even more country and sparsely settled then. I had a 
small race like car I could ride around on with a motor 
and all that. That day I was driving it around the back 
side of our property so I didn't mess up the front yard 
and was wearing my bikini bathing suit when Robert 
stopped his lawn tractor and got off and walked to the 
wooden rail fence between his and my parents' property."

My eyes looked at the woman I was nestled with and I 
asked, "How old was Robert? So how did he become your 
boyfriend-lover?"

"He was 30, I guess or that is what my mother once told 
me. Anyway, we got to just making silly conversation 
when he asked if I would like to go with him to get some 
ice cream at the drive in like place down the street a 
little way, I guess it is about a mile from the house. 
You've been there with me, remember?"

"Yeah, but I can't believe your parents didn't object to 
you dating or being with Robert, or didn't he have 
children?"

"No, he and his wife were splits Ville as my dad called 
it, so he was living by himself. Mom had allowed me to 
go with Robert before so I didn't see any problem in 
going with him. We got the ice cream and after eating 
it, we drove back home and we walked down to the creek 
in back of my parents and Robert's home. You and I have 
walked there many times. Anyway, once we were at the 
creek, I jumped in and swam around some and asked Robert 
to jump in with me."

"He told me that he didn't have a suit and if he went 
swimming he would have to skinny-dip. I laughed and told 
him that was okay. To my surprise, Robert told me that 
if he went naked then I would need to, also. Then he 
told me that he would be in trouble if my parents found 
out he was in the nude with me, and I told him about 
Howe, and all that. Next thing I knew I was looking at 
something a heck of a lot bigger than Howe had between 
his 16 year old legs."

"Weren't you scarred about being nude with an older 
man... what would your parents have said if they knew?" 
I asked my wife.

"No, I kind of thought Robert was handsome and so did my 
mother and we joked about which of us would get him for 
a boyfriend. In fact over the years I was in high school 
and Robert still lived next door, dad was always after 
mom and saying he thought she had a boyfriend living 
right next door. You know something; I'm not so certain 
that wasn't true."

Hugging my wife and allowing my hand to move down and 
lightly caress her hip and up her back, I felt her hand 
squeezing my cock tighter in her grip as she had been 
discussing Robert. Strange things I'm learning from my 
little redhead I thought.

Looking deep into her husband's eyes, she was once again 
speaking about her first boyfriend and lover. "While we 
were in the water, I knew about boys to some extent and 
doing the silly girl things would swim under the water 
and pretend I was trying to grab his arm to get up above 
the water. During one of those occasions I intentionally 
grabbed at what I knew was an erection and it was much - 
much larger than Howe's and when I caught it in my hand, 
and jumped up from under the water and still holding the 
hard thing, I heard Robert asking me what I was going to 
do now that I'd caught his dickey-bird? 

"I giggled and told him I might just break it off and 
take it home with me for a souvenir. I will never forget 
how he laughed at my comment and when he pulled me 
against him I didn't attempt to escape from his holding 
me and feeling him using his hand over mine to rub his 
thing against my own. After a short time he asked if he 
removed his hand from mine, would I continue to rub his  
cock against my little twat."

"Are you telling the truth or making this up my darling 
redheaded wife?" I asked and watched as she laughed in a 
solid sounding response and finally told me, "One thing 
you can count on between us and you know I have always 
been honest... in my words if not my action... is it 
okay to say it like that without you getting mad at me, 
honey?"

"Yes, oh yes you are diffidently an honest wife, though 
I sometimes wish you weren't so damn honest, my sweet 
Marilyn. So go on with your tale."

"So I told him I would do it for him, if he liked me and 
would be my lover and boyfriend, or both. Well, he told 
me I was welcome to have him as a lover and boyfriend if 
that was what I wanted. So I continued to rub his hard 
thing against me and I started to feel really funny and 
it seemed my body was shaking and I could feel my legs 
kicking around like. Finally I asked him if we could 
find someplace on the ground and we could maybe lie down 
and do what we were. 

"Needless to say, he led the way. Once we were behind 
some brush we were lying on our sides and I was again 
rubbing his thing against my own. Before long he rolled 
me onto my back and he said he wanted to rub it for a 
minute. I could feel him move it so it was kind of like 
in me a little and he made my feel really good and I 
guess he rubbed my clitoris and I got off for my first 
climax. 

"Within a minute after I felt really good, Robert moaned 
out, saying, "Oh man, I'm going to cum... gezzzzz 
Marilyn, I wish I could shove my cock up your pussy... 
I'm doing it now! Marilyn, I'm going-off... aughhhh, oh 
man I cummed so good!" that day I learned from words and 
personal illustrations what it's like for a girl to get 
off and for a boy to squirt. This was so different than 
with Howe and Robert did it twice that day? 

"Every day when he wasn't working during the summer he 
and I played house and what I called boyfriend-lover. 
Until I turned 14, Robert would make me get a climax and 
I loved him ejaculating all over my pussy. Thank god I 
didn't start my periods until I was about 16 or I might 
have become pregnant, although Robert never did more 
than shot off in the edge of my pussy. Now you know my 
life history, and at 16 I met Ted and that is all I can 
tell you. Do you believe me? Besides, you know darn well 
you popped my cherry the first time I went out with 
you."

My arms pulled the lovely redhead over on me and I felt 
her settle between my legs and press her sex firmly 
against my erection that I got from hearing her tell of 
having an older guy squirt his juices in the edge of her 
pussy. In as soft voice as I could use, I told my wife, 
"Marilyn, you must either tell me right now that you 
will never cheat again, or as I like to call it, con me. 
Otherwise, we are finished as a couple. You mean much 
too much to me and I don't wish to ever share you with 
anyone. Sleep on it if needed, but by morning I want an 
honest answer from you."

"Derek, oh Derek, make gentle love to me until you are 
ready to go-off, then I want you to bury your cock deep 
in me with a hard and jarring shove and squirt your cum 
in my unfathomable and bottomless pit of my sexual core. 
I have learned something tonight I never knew before. 
Speaking of my life as a young girl has allowed me to 
understand something only now I understand about our 
relationship. Derek, until you listened to me speak of 
my early sex experiences, I only believe you got me from 
Ted and that was the only way you loved me. 

"You got my virginity. You didn't cheat another man out 
of it as I always thought from the night you had that 
woman in your apartment and she was nearly naked and 
drinking my wine. Now I know it was a group of stupid 
mixed up feelings of you that caused me to give myself 
to other men. Trust me; I'll never-ever share my body 
with anyone but you my darling hubby."

Just as she made her comment I buried my cock as the 
cock-masters would say, I shoved my cock up my wife's 
cunt, balls deep! Hearing her grunt and moan out, "Holy 
mother of all... Derek, I love you, fill me with your 
juices and give me another hard fuck!" and I did as she 
asked. I made another hard brutal jab of my cock up her 
tight sexual path and I felt my balls seemingly burst 
apart as my cum rose from them and out of my cock.


For what seemed to last forever, but I know was less 
than a minute, Marilyn was uttering indecipherable and 
mysterious sounds and not one word could I understand. 
Her arms and legs, all four were pointing skyward 
towards the ceiling and were shaking. I felt her stomach 
muscles seemingly moving like an old fashion machine 
that bumped and rolled fat from a person's buttocks. 
Feeling Marilyn's tube-shaped vaginal canal grip my cock 
was something I'd never experienced until that moment in 
time.

Marilyn cried, "I CUMMED, OH DEREK AND I CUMMED, 
DARLING!"

Something during the night I awoke feeling chilled as 
the cool night air was coming through the open patio 
doors. Then I heard the phone ringing and looking at the 
red dial of the digital clock noted it read 3:48 and I 
thought, "There is no way I'm going to answer that damn 
phone. 

Just then I felt my wife moving and she moaned and 
asked, "Would you mind getting your big fat body off my 
little teeny one? Who in the hell is calling at this 
hour?" she added. Then the answering machine came on and 
a female voice asked, Hey Marilyn... you awake... its 
Stephanie... you know Steph, you little sister. We just 
got back from Rome and wondered if you could pick us up 
and put us up for the next few days. Mom and I have been 
enjoying the world of Europe... you there?"

I handed the phone to my wife and busted up laughing as 
I felt our juices had dried together and at first 
resisted our coming apart. Saying in a low voice, "Tell 
my cute sister-in-law you and are joined together with 
dried cum," and I busted up laughing. I felt my sister 
pushing against my stomach and chest as she tried 
holding the phone between her shoulder and chin.

Finally Marilyn pressed the speaker button and I 
listened as Step laughed and asked, "Gee, you two having 
sex in the middle of the night... what have you been 
doing that cum dried between you?"

The look that rose on my wife's face was priceless and 
wished it was on tape. Then I thought, hell, I've never 
turned off the recorder and camera here in the bedroom. 
How boy, what all have I recorded?" I wondered.

Telling my wife, "Ask my darling and sexy mother-in-law 
to take Martin's Carriage and if the driver has trouble 
billing it, tell him to call me. I'll pay the charge and 
tip through the company account we use for VIP 
arrivals."

Getting out of bed, Marilyn and I took a quick shower 
together and as I washed her back, I eased my fingers 
between her legs and used them to rinse out her slick 
pussy. Chuckling as she asked me to be gentle, that I 
had been brutal in responding to wanting a hard driving 
cock when I shot off.

While Marilyn slipped on a peignoir set, I put on a pair 
of slacks and a club shirt, and slipped on a pair of 
deck shoes. When I was dressed I walked out the kitchen 
where my charming wife was getting ready to be a first 
class hostess. She was brewing some lovely aroma of 
Hazelnut Coffee, and had pulled a frozen bear claw 
pastry from the freeze. Placing it in the oven, my wife 
looked exceedingly perky and deliciously lovely in the 
gown set and it was ivory with a ruffling of lace that 
was emerald green that matched her eyes. Looking at her 
I wondered if she had conned me once again.

Two days after my in-laws arrived, Marilyn and her 
sister went shopping at a nearby Neiman-Marcus. My 
mother-in-law, Tina, who I knew to be 54, but looked 
more like a woman of 40 as she was dressed in a loose 
fitting top, a pair of shorts that on most women over 40 
would look horrendous.

Studying my wife's mother and her shapely form as she 
carried both of us a Johnnie Walker blue over ice, I 
wondered if her pussy would be tight like that of her 
daughter. I couldn't help enjoying the view of her 
braless breasts and could see through the thin material 
of the blouse she was wearing. Her nips were pointed and 
her breasts didn't have much sag, if any. I wonder if 
she' a boob-job, thought I had heard Marilyn speak of 
such. One thing was certain; my mother-in-laws lungs 
were exactly the mold that my dear wife's was crafted 
after.

Allowing my eyes to move down her stomach and waist and 
where the zipper was hidden behind the flap, I viewed 
how the shorts were definitely tailored. The bottom of 
the short's crotch showed a slight crease that had to be 
the result of the material parting her labium. My eyes 
took in the fact the legs of the shorts reflected they 
weren't long and the bottom of the legs had might be 
considered bell-bottoms.

There wasn't the first blemish on the stately appealing 
legs and when she turned and I could view the back of 
her thighs, I saw not one hint of cottage cheese, and 
one thing I did notice was how the freckles on her legs 
matched those on my wife's delightful legs. Hearing 
someone ask, "You checking me out; if so, see anything 
you'd like?" I realized Tina had caught me starring at 
her. From the sound of her voice, she was neither 
chastising nor teasing me. Rather, it was obvious my 
mother-in-law found it nice someone younger could find 
pleasure in her body.

Uncertain how to reply, I smiled weakly, hopping it 
would suffice for a response. Instead she eased to where 
I was seated and lightly tapped the side of my face with 
her finger tips. Smiling at me Tina remarked, "Somehow I 
believe my three-piece, corporate, son-in-law is 
checking out the old lady of the family. Your starring 
at me so intently might be the medicine I need to make 
me feel like a teen once again."

Smiling as I allowed my gaze to move from her feet, up 
her legs and across her body and lastly to view the 
smooth skin of her face, I told the attractive female 
standing before me, "You're actually an overly 
attractive woman. How can I say to you, how you appeal 
to me without it sounding I'm hitting on my mother-in-
law. Tina, you have a charming and pleasing look about 
you. From a standpoint of beauty you are right there, 
and from a sexual point, let me say it bluntly, I'd love 
to be the lucky guy to buff you for a one timer or a 
long weekender."

"Derek, since my husband's heart attack three years ago 
and passed away, I've felt so out of the norm. The trip 
with Stephanie to Europe helped, but I'll be perfectly 
honest, I need a man. No-no, I'm not asking you to come 
on to me, though I must admit it is enjoyable to see 
your eyes watching me with such attention. Honesty, 
please, so tell me Derek, am I appealing?" and she stood 
less than a foot in front of her son-in-law.

Allowing his eyes to bore there way through the blouse 
his mother-in-law was dressed in; he focused his stare 
on where her nipples would be under the garment. Keeping 
focused on her with complete intent in wanting the 
lovely older version of his wife to know his eyes were 
locked on her breasts and specifically her nips. Slowly 
the front of her blouse point outward and the fairly 
large nipples he knew were hiding beneath the blouse 
grew hard and punched against the fabric covering them.

In his mind Derek visualized the puckered and hard tip 
of Tina's mammary gland and knew for a certainty his 
stare caused his mother-in-law to respond sexually. He 
could see the small knobs on her breast became an 
erogenous zone, wanting his lips to kiss them, his mouth 
to suckle and love them. One thing was certain, Derek 
knew the woman before him was day-dreaming or simply 
desiring he suck and bite the enlarged tips of her firm 
milk glands till she begged he take her as a man takes a 
woman needing sexual fulfillment.

The strangeness crawling through her body as she 
observed her daughter's husband starring at her breasts 
caused her sex to become damp. She spoke once more, 
telling her son-in-law, "I've been trying to change from 
my conservative ways of dressing or how I intermingle 
with others. One thing I tried and I believe 
accomplished, especially in Europe where no one knew me, 
was to be flirtatious and my style of clothing so I was 
more sexual appealing. I know from seeing your eyes 
checking me out that my decision to not always wear a 
bra worked, although my body responded from your looking 
at my breasts and the ends are HARD. But you know how I 
looked and acted after living with Austin all those 
years so I need to change. Tell me to do whatever is 
necessary... anything or do something..."

One thing was certain, of that Derek knew without 
question; when a woman is as open in her speech as Tina 
just was, she wanted him to make a play for her. My wife 
and her sister will be shopping until five or six this 
afternoon, so there is plenty of time to work over my 
mother-in-law and there is no doubt she wants dorked. 
For the moment Derek determined to continue with how he 
was playing with the attractive woman standing so close 
to him, that he jokingly told himself he could feel her 
breath covering him.

His eyes left her face and once more enjoyed viewing her 
hardened nipples pushing against her blouse. Slowly he 
moved his eyes over the area of her stomach and then to 
her waist and down over the zipper of her shorts. Before 
his eyes he could view the indention of her shorts as 
they eased into the folds of her vagina.

Derek wondered if she was wearing panties from the way 
the shorts eased into her female sexual crease. From 
what he could see, he knew she had on some form of 
panties. They had to be a thong or something that didn't 
cover a lot of skin on her hips, stomach and sex. Then 
he recalled how his wife had lately been wearing the 
French cut style of panty and they looked sexy as hell 
when she paraded around the condo in nothing but them 
and a bra. 

"Yes, Tina you are a lovely and desirable female and if 
you can maintain a secret, and I can tell you now, I've 
never cheated on my wife... n-e-v-e-r, and I mean that 
totally and truthfully. If you are serious about, as you 
said, "...anything or do something..." then show me a 
sign. Give me a positive indication you are serious 
about wanting..." and before he could finish his 
sentence, his mother-in-law seemingly fell on his lap 
and was kissing him.

Her lips pulled away for a moment and her eyes remained 
closed as Tina asked in a soft voice, "Will you find me 
terrible if I... if I do it... with you and we both must 
keep this a secret. Good grief, oh Derek I want to be 
held and..." and once again her lips were on her 
daughter, husband's lips and she eased her tongue out 
like a snake hunting for the scent of its prey.

"Let's go to the room I'm sleeping in... is this 
wrong... will I go to Hell for wanting and having sex 
with you?" and walked into the room she was using for 
her two weeks visitation. Tina turned and looked at the 
only the second man besides her husband she had been 
nude before or shared her body with.

She unfastened her blouse and as she did, felt nervous 
in her breasts being seen by her son-in-law. Then the 
garment was off and she decided not to take anymore time 
than necessary, especially in fear she would turn 
chicken and leave the room. Her hands unbuttoned her 
shorts, then eased the zipper down and slowly took them 
off. Now the woman was at a point of no return and her 
hands shook as her fingers caught in the waist of the 
lace trimmed silk French cut panty and eased then down 
her legs. She stepped from them and picking them up, 
laid them with her other garments.

For Derek it was a view of what he would be seeing when 
Marilyn was the age of her mother, or so he hoped. 
Before him was a female with slightly larger breasts 
than his wife, but the shape, color and freckles seemed 
to be a carbon copy. What give him a delightful view was 
the fact Tina's nipples were exactly like her daughter's 
when stiff with need and passion. They were puckered up 
tight and he wanted to kiss and suck them with all the 
suction his mouth could provide.

Looking at her pubes, he saw the same sparse growth, 
although Tina's pubic hair had grown higher on her 
stomach. It grew within a few inches of her naval and it 
was trimmed so her labia was visible and yet she allowed 
the hair to grow from the outer side of her pussy lips 
to her legs and even onto her upper thighs. Seeing her 
pussy lips, Derek thought how this was the first time he 
ever saw a woman keep her pussy trimmed so her labium 
and the opening of her cunt was visible amongst her 
maiden hair.

"Now that you have drilled me with your eyes, don't 
leave me standing here naked and you fully dressed... 
besides, before I turn and run, you need to remove your 
clothes and... take... fuck me, damnit, Derek!"

Within seconds he was undressed and his erection was 
pointing toward the older version of his wife. If what 
she had told me was true, hells bells, this woman hasn't 
been fucked in over three years. While thinking about 
how long it had been since Tina was last fucked, he 
reached out, pulled her onto the bed and immediately 
begins sucking her nipples. When he kissed and tongued 
her pussy, he heard the woman take a deep breath and 
then shudder and sob out her release.

"Ugggghhhhh, yes, I'm getting off... ummmm, Derek I 
can't stop coming... you must take me now... yes, 
ohmigod you're going in me! Aiyeeeeeeee, oh yes, oh yes, 
now give it to me hard... oh it has been so long and I 
need you and want you to... f-fuck meeee!" and her body 
shook as her arms and legs hugged the back of her son-
in-law.

For the next ten minutes Derek enjoyed feeling the 
heaving body beneath him as he stroked her pussy and at 
times only worked the head back and forth in the 
entrance of the pussy lips, and then he suddenly drove 
his cock hard and deep into the welcoming woman. Then he 
felt his balls ready to explode and he cried out as he 
ejaculated, "Oh hell yes, oh Tina you feel so good, I'm 
getting my nuts, baby... aughhhh!"

Feeling and hearing Derek shout out his release, Tina 
rolled her hips up and back and grabbed her ankles so 
her legs were spread wide as her legs were pulled back 
over she and the man taking her. Her voice was shrill as 
she noted her own release, "Now Derek, now... give me 
your seed, oh fill me with your cream... I'm going off 
with you... ohmigod it feels so good to go-off... it's 
been so long since I have felt this... augh, oh yes, I 
cummed again! Work it like that... Derek, I think I'm 
going to get off again... oh yes I'm doing it... I 
cummed again... give me you cum... oh Derekkkkk!"

Feeling the woman twisting and turning her body in 
various directions gave me one hellua great fuck and 
become hard for the second time just hearing and 
experience a woman working her body like a slippery eel. 
Feelings in some ways give more sensations for me when I 
ejaculate than simply getting my nuts. I'd never felt 
any woman clamp her pussy around me like Tina was doing.

In fact, the desire was there to ask her to educate my 
wife and her daughter, how to make her pussy clamp down 
on my cock like a steel trap. Never had I enjoyed such a 
tight feeling encompassing my cock. From where the shaft 
joined my body to the end where the slit was centered in 
the head of my dick, I thought I was in a hot juicy 
vice.

After getting of the second time, I was breathless and I 
loved feeling the overwrought woman who had curled up 
over my body and was pressing her cum oozing pussy hard 
against my upper thigh. My mother-in-law was breathing 
hard as she nestled on me, and I loved when she brought 
her left nipple to my lips and asked me to suck on her.

"Um Derek, lick and suck my nip... yes, oh yes, like 
that... bite it gently. No, not that gentle... oh that 
hurts, but I like that... suck harder... yeah, suck 
harder... gawd how I love feeling you do that. No one 
has ever touched me back there... oh yes, push your 
finger in further... suck my tit and finger my butt for 
me... aughhhhhh, oh shit!" and Tina felt a finger moving 
in and out of her anus like a cock does to a pussy.

"When I get hard again, how about I fuck your sweet 
little ass, okay Tina? You have a virgin butt... you 
must as you just told me no one had even touched it 
until I just did... may I butt-fuck you pretty lady?" 
and I felt my cock becoming erect from the knowledge I 
was about to plug a virgin ass.

Perhaps five minutes passed and I was fully erect. Tina, 
though reluctant to let me do her ass, moved onto her 
hands and knees. As I moved behind her it was assuredly 
frightening for the charming woman to have her first 
anal experience. I watched as Tina's nervousness showed 
by the quivering and hunching of her body as my cockhead 
moved against her sphincter. Looking at the reddish-pink 
tinge of brown muscles of her anal ring, I pushed gently 
at the closed ring. Excitement ran through me as I was 
about to conquer an older female's virgin asshole. A 
virgin anal ring that soon would grip my cock shaft and 
seconds only passed as I observed the head of my cock 
slip inside Tina's ass.

Her body humped upward from her hands and knees and her 
arms fell onto the bed and only her buttocks were raised 
up from the sheets. Tina was beyond any feeling in her 
body at that moment in time as a male organ was working 
its way up her rectum and she loudly moaned out her 
feelings of being wounded from the painful insertion of 
a cock up her butt. "No, oh hell Derek... you're 
splitting me apart... nooooo, ohmigod; you are killing 
me... aughhhhhh... wait... wait and I know you are all 
the way in me!"

There was nothing but absolute truth in Tina's comment, 
and I felt her firm rounded buttocks against my pelvic 
area. Even the sensations of my bag and nuts striking 
against her pussy gave me wonderful pleasure as I worked 
my cock back and forth in her gripping anus. For ten 
minutes or so I worked my erection up her ass.

When I pulled out of her butt, the sight of her 
sphincter muscles gripping my retreating cock was pure 
heaven. One thing I loved about butt fucking was to pull 
my cock all the way out of a woman's ass and observe how 
her anus remained open for a brief period of time and it 
always amazed me to see how the woman's butt-hole 
remained open and looked like a black hole. Many times I 
wondered if this was how scientist developed the name, 
black hole for the far reaches of our galaxies.

"Never have I felt such a combination of pleasure and 
pain as I'm receiving from my son-in-law doing my ass," 
Tina thought as the thick cock moved in and out of her 
butt. She wondered; though she knew the answer, and 
decide she must know the truth and asked, "Derek, do... 
do... you... do this... with my daughter? Does Marilyn 
enjoy b-butt-fucking? I know it's not fair to ask such a 
personal thing of you, but oh hell, this is the most 
perverse and enjoyable sex I've ever experienced. Hump 
me harder and deeper... yes, oh Derek, fuck my ass hard. 
Spank my butt while you fuck my ass."

They got out of the bed an hour later and climbed into 
the shower and enjoyed washing each other off. Looking 
at the handsome man in the water with her, Tina reached 
out and hugged his waist. Her voice was soft and sounded 
as if she was singing a melody as she spoke. "You must 
make my daughter very happy... tell me the truth... have 
you ever cheated on Marilyn before now? If you don't 
wish to answer, tell me it is none of my fucking 
business. God-damn, my pussy feels sore and I can tell 
you this much, I don't want anything up my butt for 
another year. You are large, aren't you?"

"You are the first I have been with... and let me tell 
you, you feel and act like your daughter... there were 
times when I thought you were Marilyn. My only wish is 
to hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." and he 
reached out and pulled the shapely woman to him.

By five o'clock that afternoon, the carnal activity was 
repeated once more between the mother-in-law and her 
daughter's husband. They didn't take time to undress, 
and in fact, Derek had walked up behind Tina and pulled 
the muumuu style Hawaiian dress to one side and as the 
older woman leaned over, Derek took her in a doggie 
fashion. When he went off, Derek jammed his cock deep up 
the woman. Tina yelled so loudly that each decided the 
people thirty stories below must have heard her yell of 
being jammed full of a young cock.

While sipping on Pina coloda, Tina said something that 
surprised him. "You will never know how much I loved you 
for busting up Marilyn and Ted, and I remember my 
husband and I discussing you must be the right man if 
you could separate her from the pansy-assed idiot. You 
are most likely unaware that your wife is a very wealthy 
female, as are Stephanie and I. My dear hubby and I knew 
without question that Ted only wanted her money. How did 
you bust them apart?"

Wondering if he could tell her the truth, he finally 
asked, "Do you want the truth, regardless of how it may 
sound or seems to you, Tina?" Derek asked.

"Hit me between the eyes if you must, if it's too 
personal make it guarded and protect my little girl," 
and laughing heartedly, added, "me as well if need be."

For the next half hour and just before the sister 
returned, Derek told how he had gotten with Marilyn and 
captured not only her heart, but her virginity on their 
first date. He looked at his mother-in-law's eyes and 
saw they had a tinkle to them. She giggled like a school 
girl and told him, "You were her first... heck, my dear 
hubby and I always thought one of our neighbors, who was 
named Robert, was the lucky one to have her first. I 
guess she was still young at the time so he held back... 
the idiot."

Laughing like a teenage boy, Derek told his mother-in-
law, "Have you ever watched a male and female dogs as 
the sniff each other out, well, I won't tell you the 
whole story related to me. However, Robert did more than 
sniff, but he never split the cherry tree. Please 
whatever you do, don't speak to my darling wife about 
what I've told you, okay?"

Tina laughed and replied, "You have a deal... I may not 
want sex again for another three years. Then again, 
maybe the two of us should find a motel room tomorrow... 
whatchuthunk?" the attractive and older woman replied.

Tina wondered if she could take another cock in her 
pussy from the sore feeling she felt between her legs. 
Her mind was unable to recall enough of the details of 
her first time to have sex, but she didn't believe she 
felt as sore then as she was from the pounding her pussy 
had just experienced and she had to admit, enjoyed 
tremendously... with a younger male.

"Could be fun and what if we invite the two sisters 
along, you know those charming daughters of yours?" and 
he saw a concern look cross Tina's face.

"Derek, I'm not certain, but I believe Stephanie is a 
virgin... and if you can believe it, she must be the 
only virgin who is 30. Again I can't say that for a 
certainty. She stopped dating once she commenced her 
doctorial studies and completing vast shaft of papers 
making up her dissertation on nuclear fuels for space 
travel. Anyway my dear son-in-law you're a funny, but 
loving man. Can you picture me and my two daughters 
naked in bed with you?"

"You damn well better believe I can picture just that!" 
and Derek busted up laughing.

During the remainder of the time Tina and Steph visited 
with us I could never get alone with my mother-in-law, 
even when I asked we get a motel room for a wild day of 
sex. Hearing you tell me, "Look stud muffin, my little 
hole is still sore... let me rephrase that, both of my 
little holes are still sore from your jabbing that 
monster up me,"

Once we were alone and back to being what I considered a 
normal couple, I had a feeling my wife was cheating on 
me. Yet she never appeared on my home video units. 
Thinking, maybe I should hook up cameras and audio 
recorders in her SUV; I called Stan and asked he place 
units in her vehicle. His advised I have a GPS unit also 
placed on the vehicle and it would be able to transmit a 
signal to a special recorder to track her vehicle 
wherever she drove. 

A week later Marilyn's car had been bugged and I sat 
back and waited and hoped beyond all hope that nothing 
would show up to trap my wife in any infidelity acts. I 
wanted my marriage to work, but five days past when the 
signal showed up on my computer that the recorders had 
video and voice data for me to review.

That night shortly after midnight, I sat in my home 
office and flipped on the units and watched the first 
footage that had been recorded as nothing but my wife 
going to and from work, and the store. Then the screen 
showed my wife stopping the car in front of an apartment 
building I didn't recognize. In only seconds the 
passenger door opened and who should appear on the 
screen but her oversized cock friend, Alex. For an hour 
I listened to them talk about their time together, and 
then I watched my wife open up her side fastening dress 
and expose her nakedness to the man with the large cock.

Knowing this was too much for me to accept any longer, I 
planned my revenge. My company had just signed a deal 
for major developments in China and I was offered the 
position of COO for the newly created Beijing office. 
The contract to build in the area outside the China 
capital, and other locations called for 50 high-rise 
units, plus several and yet to be determined apartment 
complexes.

Knowing this was my chance to get even, I took elaborate 
pains to ensure nothing got back to my wife about my 
future plans. First I sold the condo, which was in my 
name because of my ties to the company, and they had 
first digs on re-purchasing the luxury unit.

For the next four weeks I traveled to Boston and visited 
Cambridge each trip. While on 'unofficial business' in 
the city, I arranged to visit with my lovely sister-in-
law, Stephanie, who on my first visit to her apartment 
met me at the door in a robe, and kissed me gently on my 
face and lips. Over the visit she asked I stay with her 
as she had an extra bedroom, so it wouldn't be a 
problem.

Once I unpacked, I mentioned that I might be best if she 
didn't tell her mother or sister, especially her sister 
as she was exceptionally jealous and I would be accused 
of any and all kinds of 'incestuous' romps with you, her 
own sister.

Hearing Steph laugh at that idea, she agreed it might be 
best as she knew that Marilyn had been exceptionally 
jealous of Ted when they dated. Plus, another boy named 
Jay had dated Marilyn and when she caught him with 
another girl, she actually gave both Jay and the girl 
named Beth, black eyes.

I hooked up concealed cameras in the room I stayed in, 
and set up scenes that would record me and Steph on my 
bed. Though the first two times were innocent, it was 
obvious that my sister-in-law was lax in keeping her 
robe shut and many views of her well trimmed pussy or a 
few times, he boobs were displayed to the cameras.

During the third trip to Cambridge I couldn't believe it 
when Steph entered the room right after I had showered 
and I was still wearing the towel wrapped around me. 
Even more exciting was the fact my sister-in-law was 
displaying nearly all of her body in the lace and satin 
short nightgown and what looked to be matching tap-
panties. When she curled up on the bed and asked if she 
could watch TV with me, I jokingly commented, "Only if 
you sleep with me tonight."

To my utter amazement, I listened to my sister-in-law 
remark, "I'm... Derek, I'm a v-virgin and I'm being 
honest. You won't try anything... okay, but I've never 
slept with a guy before. Perhaps a half-hour passed 
before I was holding a naked and lovely 30 year old 
virgin in my arms, and all I could see was a copy of my 
wife and younger version of my mother-in-law. To me, 
this was surreal, and slowly I commenced to nurse at her 
breasts and then to lick, kiss and enjoy feeling the 
virginal juices ooze from Step's pussy and onto my 
tongue.

"Ohhhh, Derek, we best stop... I've never felt anything 
like this until now. You won't tell my sister... oh 
please don't tell her. Will it hurt like I've heard it 
does when you do me...? I'm so afraid of sex... that is 
why I've never been with a boy or man..."

As the lovely woman was speaking I rolled over on her 
and soon was spreading her legs with my lower body. 
Using my hand, I guided my cock to her sexual passage 
and rubbed it up and down between her labium. Every so 
slowly I worked my cock into her body until I felt her 
draw back and make a slight yelp, and then I eased my 
cock forward once again.

This time when I pressed against her hymen, I listened 
as she told me, "Gosh... oh Derek... that hurts," and as 
she spoke, I shoved forward in a quick flip of my body 
and tore apart her virginity.

"Ho, oh gosh that hurts... rrrraaaggghhhhh, oh Derek 
wait... please wait a moment till I get used to feeling 
you in me! My god, you got my virginity, oh Derek, oh 
Derek, I'm glad it was you who did me my first time... 
augh, oh gee it hurts when you work back and forth like 
that!" and for the next ten minutes I fucked the no 
longer virgin woman of 30 years of age, my wife's 
sister.

To me, I was even for all the cheating my wife had put 
over on me, and each time she had pleaded would be the 
last time. All I could think of was how my wife conned 
me over and over, and how many times I had no idea. 
Somehow the number, hundreds, rolled across and through 
my brain.

During my fourth time to take my lovely sister-in-law, I 
busted her cherry butt and thought how I had gotten 
there cherry asses from mother and two daughters, and 
two cherries from sisters. Using some high quality 
recording equipment, I edited the video and sound 
recordings into one three hour disc and continued 
plugging my sister-in-law, who flew to met me wherever I 
had to travel on business to wrap up my affairs with the 
company prior to moving to China.

I set up and signed divorce papers and left them with a 
good friend and divorce attorney, including copy of the 
CD I had made of Marilyn and her lovers. He was aware of 
my affairs with Tina and Stephanie and laughed at my 
using this as a way to get even. Finally all of my 
personal things were packed in four hours by a 
professional moving company while my wife was at work. 
Once they were loaded and taken to a ship that was 
scheduled to leave port at 6:00 PM that evening, I was 
ready.

I left a note on the entrance way stand, along with the 
CD of my being with her sister and mother. Plus I 
included a sexually explicit copy of the video of 
Marilyn and her friends enjoying carnal delights. I was 
proud of the scripting I had added to the bottom of the 
video of her and her boy-toys. The choice of wording on 
the CD of her mother and sister having sex with me was 
priceless, and I caught any and all references about her 
that her mother or sister had spoken and added it for 
emphasis on the screen image of our fucking and speaking 
of my wife.

I had a delivery service take copy of the CD of my wife 
cheating on me to her mother's home, and her sister's 
new place in Chicago where she had taken a very high 
figure of income. I would love to have watched them as 
they observed their family member getting tailed.

When the plane landed in Beijing, I was met by my number 
one assistant and possible president of the development 
company I'd sit up once things were rolling. Also on 
hand was an exceptionally gorgeous dark-skinned woman 
who I knew was 34, single and divorced for the past five 
years. I had read her resume and found she had two 
children, but looking at the svelte figure of René 
Wonhawski it was difficult to believe she had ever given 
birth to one child, let alone two.

From reading not only her resume, but looking at the 
secretive and highly confidential investigation report 
prepared for my eyes only by Stan Williams. I found it 
interesting the woman went against the norm, turning 
custody of her children over to her husband without a 
single legal issue. Having read the report, it was duly 
noted not a single shred of derogatory data turned up 
during the background investigation, except for some 
videos. There was a single notation at the end of the 
report only Stan and I knew the meaning of, DGC. Which 
stood for and simply meant, don't get close.

Stan clipped a note on a separate envelop saying to call 
him upon receiving this data analysis. This was how he 
always titled an investigation report so anyone who 
might see the note, wouldn't have any idea of what was 
passed between he and myself.

Once I was settled in the first class accommodations of 
the large apartment complex that would be my home, I 
wandered through the four bedrooms, noting each bedroom 
had a full bath, and another bathroom was off the 
hallway. The dining room was furnished with excellent 
china and all the dishes to complete a seating for 
fourteen. The modern kitchen was equipped with 
restaurant size units for cooking. 

I loved the separate den and office, with a separate 
full bath with a Jacuzzi and a well stocked bar, that 
looked as if it was imported from some old English 
tavern. I walked back to the dining room and sat down at 
the table. Picking up my secured phone, I called Stan. 
When his secretary answered I simply remarked, Derek 
here.

After a small chat to ensure no one picked up on the 
lines or a flashing light would come on if anyone was or 
trying to tape in on the call, or listening. I asked, 
"How soon can you arrive for a briefing and bring your 
bug gear. By the way Stan, you mentioned in an earlier 
conversation I should call you. What do you have?"

"You might not like what I've turned up. Two days ago I 
obtained a video tape made during a certain individual's 
college years. Part of the tape was shot inside a strip 
club in Honolulu. There's a separate tape, actually 
another one might show up in a day or two and is 
Hollywood produced. Not X-X-X, but X-X-X-X. I might add, 
the acting is worthy of an academy win from the 
exceptionally explicit movies according to info passed 
by my operative."

"You haven't viewed the video, but your operative has 
and made a positive ID on the subject? Is that the jist 
of your report on the new tapes?" I asked. Somehow I 
hoped it wasn't true or my start here would be hellish.

Stan wasn't providing graphic details, but his next 
words were all I needed to hear. "You might wish to hold 
up on personnel announcements. By the way, your wife 
knocked - no, pounded on my door yesterday morning. She 
might be considered pissed to no end. Let me rephrase 
that, she is PISSED. Say it all in caps. So is her 
mother and sister, but they aren't as mad as the woman 
who my operative handed over a divorce request too. 
Anything I should do on that one?"

"Yes, take her out and stick a bully club up her snatch. 
Even if it's your own, I won't give a damn. You might 
like redheads, just not long term. Okay see you in a few 
days. Maybe we should meet at the Chinese Palace in Hong 
Kong. Sound okay with you?" as I hung up the phone, I 
played back Stan's call.

Whoa, I thought, hearing again about the future 
development president and realized I needed to watch and 
listen closely during our dinner engagement tonight with 
my close corporate officers.

How in the hell did she get this far and not trip up? 
Who's covering for her? Supposedly she's from one of the 
finest Jewish family in New York City and her father and 
grandfather are politically connected, all the way to 
the WH. Something is fishy on this hiring. Is this a set 
up or how did this super rich and ultra-attractive woman 
pull off such a personal cover-up over the years?

Pulling the packet back from where I had pushed it, once 
more I read the words and then a thought came to me. 
Hell, I remember a Wonhawski from when I was in Iraq and 
he was a CID boy and I wonder, is there a tie to René 
and what is it, if so? Picking up the phone, I called 
Stan on his red phone.

When Stan answered, I asked, "What is the subject's 
husband first name? Determine if he was Army CID; I 
might know him from my military days and if he is who I 
think, I got his ass busted from the service. Check him 
and her upside down for family ties and I mean even a 
virgin maiden aunt or queer uncle. I might know more on 
this guy than I thought, and especially her. You have 
the key to my safety deposit box, so check out the CD 
marked JJW-02 and look it over carefully. Got it my good 
friend?"

"Got it boss man... you want I should open a branch in 
Beijing?"

"Might just want that... contact our dear buddy Harry in 
DC, understand my good friend?" and no doubt Harry would 
filter it out and tell Stan to go China international as 
he wanted with his PI firm. Hell, he was already in 
Hawaii, and operating in the Philippines, Tokyo, London 
and Hamburg. I need to get out of the rat race and 
retire and just find virgins to fuck, I said before 
hanging up with Stanley.

Dinner was formal and first class and I wasn't surprised 
when I observed my new friend René moving the name cards 
around before we were called into the dining room for 
our meal. I was seated at the center of the table and 
with the lovely woman on my right; I could sense 
everyone was noting she must be important to be seated 
next to me and as my right hand person. More than once I 
felt her knee or leg brush mine and even her hand would 
at time 'accidentally' touch my body in one place of the 
other.

By the time everyone had left and I was walking back to 
the living room as the staff hired for catering the meal 
was finishing up, I looked on with surprise as René 
walked from the hallway bathroom. "Sorry Sir, I got sick 
and got stuck in the bath until I was clear headed and 
certain my stomach would embarrass me. Am I forgiven for 
being the last to leave?"

"Not to worry René," and playing the game, asked, "Would 
you care for a nice crème DeMint with me? I find they 
settle my stomach," I remarked as I took her by her 
forearm and let her to the beautiful bar in my private 
office.

"Why how nice... but shouldn't I leave?"

While speaking to me, I felt her take my hand in hers 
and pull it to the edge of her left breast, not enough 
to crop a feel, but enough to act as a promise of things 
to come. Thinking to myself, "Regardless of what Stan 
advised I just might nail this delightful piece of ass 
to my sheets tonight.

Helping the attractive woman up on the bar stool, I 
watched her legs part because I'd moved my right leg to 
ensure she would expose her legs. This caused the tight 
cocktail dress she was wearing to slip up her thighs and 
expose the material of her panties. Plus it was easy to 
view the lace tops of her thigh-high stocking. Not once 
did I allow her to know I'd seen her panty crotch and 
the white skin of her thighs above her stockings.

Yet I placed my foot on the bar stool rung and keep it 
so her legs were forced to be parted. If she wished to 
embarrass her host and ask he move his foot so she could 
put her dress down, she would need to admit being 
somewhat of a floozy. So far there wasn't any indication 
I was aware of her improperly displaying her body to her 
highest ranking superior.

Without moving, I picked up the bottle and two of the 
six glasses directly before us and poured the smooth 
green drink. While speaking with the lovely woman I had 
to admit, her legs were perfect and from the 'V' cut of 
her bodice; I could see her breasts weren't encased in a 
bra. The dress had cups in it to give it a nice fit over 
her boobs. Every so often, I watched René move as if she 
hoped I would move my foot so she could tug her dress 
down over her knees.

By now her squirming around on the stool had caused her 
dress to rise higher up her legs and finally I 'happened 
to notice' that her small panty was displayed. Plus it 
had crept to one side until now a thick muff of shinny 
black pubes was displayed. Smiling as if I was joking I 
remarked, "My dear René, you have very attractive 
attributes displayed. Are you attempting to seduce the 
new head of China Corporate Operations? Without being 
bold in my comments, you have nice qualities that I'm 
certain we can work with."

"Ugh... jeez Derek, I mean, Mr. Morris, forgive me for 
exposing my body as I have. I didn't know how to ask you 
to move your leg. Should I ask or is it okay the way I'm 
seated? Or, and hope I'm not speaking out of turn, but 
should I show more? Would you like me to remove my 
dress? I don't know what to say or how to act since my 
divorce, as I'm what my Jewish momma calls, being 
chaste. I've never been this bold until now. My Jewish 
ancestry doesn't permit such conduct; my mother preached 
that to me all my years of school, college and single 
life till I married. After my divorce she once more 
lectured me on my conduct."

"René, why don't you show me the proper way a sweet 
innocent Jewish divorcee acts around a single man. Or 
soon to be single man. You won't tell will you? From 
what I can view, there is a dark spot to you I'd 
thoroughly enjoy knowing more about. Catch my drift?" 
jokingly I added, "There seems to be two exceptionally 
long limbs attempting to hide from me. Not only are they 
long looking, but I note two other round, firm and high 
set items are unable to show themselves to me. You, my 
Jewish princess, do as you wish as a refreshing virgin 
divorcee." and chuckled loudly as did my guest.

Still seated on the bar stool, I watched as my uninvited 
stay late guest reached behind her and I could tell by 
her movements she was unzipping her dress. In a short 
period of disclosure, I believe would be an appropriate 
word, two round and implanted updated breasts were 
pointing in my direction. Without hesitation, she moved 
from the stool without asking I move my foot.

Moving like a gymnast, René made some fantastic moves to 
enable her removing the cocktail dress she was wearing. 
Before she removed her panties and stood proudly 
displaying her delightful looking crop of thick black 
pubic hairs. With a large smile on her face, and her 
hands on her hips, I watched and listened as the lovely 
creature of womanhood stepped forward and asked, "So 
shall we engage here or move to a place more easy for 
the Lover's Dance, which some call fucking?"

"Your way with words must have helped you advance in the 
company, but what if I said I was impotent?" and even I 
had to laugh as I felt her hand reach out and clamp on 
my erection.

"There are some things a man shouldn't lie about, and 
sporting a nice long and hard cock, while saying he is 
impotent is one of them. Take me bed; it's been a long 
seven months since I have enjoyed a man between my 
thighs."

Somehow I doubted what she was telling me. I was ready 
to do the mattress bounce with this brainy adorable 
female. There was no need for preliminary foreplay to 
get other of us ready for sexual combat. She lay on her 
back and I climbed between her luscious legs, slipping 
my cock up her wet anxious cunt. We fucked like a 
teenage couple who'd teased each other for the past 
three hours pretending to watch a movie. While cropping 
feels until the show ended and they got to the girl's 
home basement rec-room.

Perhaps I set a record for going-off, but it didn't take 
more than five minutes until I sprayed my cum in her 
welcoming sex. René was already wet as she was dropping 
her juices as we shouted our releases at the same time. 
Within thirty minutes I was having another go round with 
this acrobat sex partner and if she hadn't been a pro, 
she missed her calling at one of Nevada's cat houses. 
Her long legs moved in so many directions I wondered if 
she wasn't part octopus.

It was strange to wake up, find the bed empty and 
instead of a nice female body to pull over and enjoy, I 
found a note on the pillow where René head should have 
been. The last thing I remember after our second round 
of sex was her curling up with me and as I tried to 
sleep, she was snoring lightly. At the time I wondered, 
"Is her snoring what got her divorced?"

Meeting up with Stan in Hong Kong was enjoyable as we 
had known each other since working special ops together. 
He had been Air Force and I Navy and yet we teamed up as 
if we had trained together forever. First he briefed me 
on Marilyn and he apologized for what he had to tell me, 
but it seems my wife wanted to embarrass me and fuck my 
good friend. My buddy swore he didn't, even if she was 
to tell me later she had. One point that was funny was 
hearing him tell how she was in his office and undressed 
and said if he didn't tell her where I was, she would 
yell rape... right after they got it on.

She is going crazy and her attorney is telling her she 
must move or the sheriff will evict her body and soul, 
plus her things if she isn't out within another five 
days. "Derek, I've gotta tell you, that wife of yours is 
one very pissed-off female. I have no doubt that she 
would shoot you if she finds you. Anything else on the 
home front you want info on?"

"Not at the moment, but I assume you have info on what 
you have on my sex partner, René? Why are you looking at 
me like that... what do I need to know?" and as I asked 
I watched a smile cross his face.

Stan laughed and replied, "You've bedded her... she is 
good, huh? I have three movies for you. Actually two 
movies and the other are made up from stolen scenes from 
who knows what or who made the videos I got them from. I 
didn't bring all the tapes I used, because there are 
about a hundred. Your little dark haired friend is well 
connected and there are scenes from DC, Hollywood and 
politicians from all over. Even bank execs from Wall 
Street are a part of this woman's life. Yet she has 
never been mentioned or subjected to police 
interrogations."

"So what should I do with her... after I view the 
videos?" and I watched my good friend's face change to a 
serious look as I asked my question.

Shaking his head as if he was clearing it prior to 
replying, finally spoke in a language I and he 
understood. No real points in his comments, but one 
point was somewhat hidden when he spoke to me in a 
serious tone.

"Three people need to take a night time boat ride. Only 
two should return. Oh and by the way, I will sweep your 
house first thing tomorrow morning. What time will you 
leave for work, as I want to be there before you leave?"

René, Stan and I got on the nice sea going cabin cruiser 
without it being possible anyone could know what we were 
doing. Stan's equipment was so good he got no signal she 
was wired when the three of us met for a drink. Stan had 
reported back on his findings on the sweep of my 
apartment and he found a bug and video recorder at the 
back of the bar. He advised that no one had removed the 
recording devices as of yet, so he took them.

We were out in the darkness of the night and the water 
was thick with chum floating and drawing the attention 
of sharks. Stan and I had just enjoyed our sexual round 
with René, and she had taken us on like it was her last 
fuck. It was, and it was terrible seeing her fall 
overboard and the look in her eyes as vicious and hungry 
fish closed in on her. I shouted to her, "This time it 
didn't work, sorry about that, but you are one good 
fuck."

Life settled down in Beijing and after three months, I 
called Marilyn and told her she shouldn't fight the 
divorce, as I have some very interesting video tapes of 
she and the cute guy named, Willis. Hearing her first 
deny knowing anyone by that name, I told her she must 
know him very well and, "I guess his fourteen year old 
girlfriend is extremely jealous. You know I hear his 
mother watches him like a hawk. Yet, for a fourteen year 
old boy, he does have some things going for him... in 
and out, I might add."

After hearing my soon to be ex chastise me for having 
sex with her mother and getting her sister's virginity, 
she was ready to kill me, or so she said. Then she 
laughed and told how the three of them enjoy watching 
the videos of me and them. I was offered a repeat with 
each of them, but it had to be a foursome.

Laughing loudly as I spoke on the phone with my ex, I 
said with glee, "No, no my dear Marilyn, you have conned 
me for the last time. Bye."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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