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From the moment I woke up I began to stress out, thinking of what lay ahead for the day. I don’t like confrontation, and I really hate being the bearer of bad news.

My wife and I retired from the 8 to 5 rat race in our late forties. We pooled our money, bought a small apartment building and became landlords. We have kept the occupancy rate up with fairly good tenants and enjoy a comfortable income, although maintenance will start eating into our nest egg if we don’t stay ahead of the game. The building is getting older, so we need every rent check we collect.

Today I was planning to knock on Mrs. Brindle’s door and tell her that she would have to leave. I was NOT looking forward to it. Unfortunately her rent was four months in arrears, and another month would be due next week. She is a really nice woman, with a lovely daughter that she is trying to put through college, but her husband left her not long ago. I know she would pay if she could, and I don’t want to put her out on the street but, at $1,500 a month, we can’t afford for her to stay any longer. Sometimes I hate being my own boss.

When she answered the door I saw her age ten years as my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. She had known this was coming, but I could tell she still wasn’t ready. “Please come in, Chuck,” she said, and opened the door wider. Although she said it pleasantly, I could sense the effort she had to make to keep her voice relaxed. As I stepped into the living room of one of our smaller apartments I could tell she was taking good care of it, and noticed that the walls were a pleasant neutral color, unlike how it was originally rented. ‘Damn, she even painted the place,’ I thought to myself.

She gestured to a seat at the kitchen table and sat down herself. “Mrs. Brindle…” I began, and was immediately interrupted.

“Chuck, I really wish you would call me Julie. No need to be formal. This situation is not your fault.”

I sighed. “Julie, I… we can’t keep allowing you to stay here rent free. We have expenses to meet and it is unfair to the other tenants. I have already let you go two months longer than I have let anyone else go before.”

I saw her eyes watering, but no tears. “Chuck, I will be honest. My daughter and I have nowhere else to go. My ex moved all the money and locked me out. My lawyer assures me that I will get it all back in time, but the bastard keeps getting continuances. If you can just see me through another thirty days I think I can get you all of your money and stay current for the rest of the lease.”

My gut was killing me. “Julie, I really want to believe your lawyer, but this is a business and I have already made more allowances than I had ever planned to. I can’t run this like a friend. This apartment has to generate revenue,” I said with false certainty. It all sounded much better when I was practicing in my head.

“It is taking everything I have to keep Hillary in college, Chuck. Something has to give and it can’t be my child.” Her eyes were watering more, and I sensed an oncoming flood. I wasn’t sure I could take it if she started really crying.

“Why doesn’t she just take a semester off?” I said, sticking my nose into her finances.

“She doesn’t know her father has abandoned us. I won’t let her life be put on hold because of that man. She is the only good thing I can take from the marriage, and I can’t let her know I am in trouble. I’ll sleep in my car before that happens.” The last part about the car barely made it out of her mouth, and it was followed by a tear that was quickly wiped off her cheek.

“I am so sorry, Julie, but the best I can do is to give you to the end of the week. I wish I could do more, but my hands are tied.” Even to me that sounded crappy and uncaring, again not like I practiced. I was really wishing that she would accept the inevitable and let me out of this. She relented.

“Thank you, Chuck. I know I have pushed you well beyond your limits.” Damn, more tears. Thank God there was no sobbing – I would have caved. “It isn’t fair of me to try and get more. I suspect my ex will keep me broke for as long as he can. I will get you what you are owed in time. I just can’t give you a good date.” Her head was down looking at the floor and her shoulders were slumping in that “all is lost” sort of way. “A week is more than I have a right to.” She rose and leaned over and caught me by surprise with a very tender hug. “I know this was as hard on you as it was on me. I am sorry for making it harder by asking for more.”

Shit, she was unintentionally making it worse. “I’m sorry too, Julie.” Lame.

She held the hug a little longer than was comfortable, and I twitched when I realized her breasts were pressing on my chest. I haven’t felt non-wife breasts in over thirty years. Even through both our shirts, it was titillating. “You are such a prick,” I thought to myself. Getting a cheap thrill out of this woman’s suffering made me feel like crap. I fumbled my way out of the hug the best way that I could, and stood up while looking at the floor.

“When the time comes, Julie, I will help you move your stuff.” I threw that out like some kind of consolation prize. She didn’t respond. I looked up and she was staring at my crotch. I took a quick look below and was shocked to see an obvious boner in my pants.

“God, I am so sorry, Julie.” I blushed and turned away to straighten things out. My dick hasn’t acted that quickly since high school. I turned back in a less obvious state with warm cheeks and what I hoped was a very sorrowful expression. She was sporting a half grin.

“Did my hug do that?” The grin grew into a smile. “I haven’t been able to do that in years.” My thoughts exactly.

“Again, I am sorry. I have no idea what came over it…I mean me.” This was truly becoming one of those really, really bad days.

“There is really no need to apologize. With all this bullshit going on in my life, that is the best compliment I have had in a long time.” She was still smiling – boy I wished she would stop so I could keep a shred of my dignity. I can’t begin to tell you how uncomfortable I was. Her expression changed and she tilted her head slightly as if considering her options. I felt this was a good time to make a hasty retreat.

“Julie, I should be going. I really wish it didn’t have to end this way. I hope your situation improves soon.” I stammered as I was heading for the door which would let me out of this nightmare.

“Maybe there is a way we could work this out,” she said with confidence. Damn, I was almost out and I didn’t have the heart to be rude. I turned to see that she was standing tall and had lost the slouch in her shoulders.

“I don’t see how, Julie. It is a money thing and I just can’t let it go anymore,” I stated more firmly than I intended.

“What if you thought of it as a loan and I paid ongoing interest until my divorce is finalized?” she said. Damn – that half grin was back.

“You already owe late payment fees, Julie, which I am willing to forgo because of your situation. I know you can’t afford more and putting you deeper in debt would only exacerbate your problem.” Why won’t this end? I didn’t want to sound mean, but she wasn’t letting it go. I had to remain firm.

“Who said anything about money?” I looked at her as she placed her hands on her hips. Her shoulders went back and her breasts came forward. I was sensing where this was headed, and all I could think about was my wife. We had been married for nearly thirty years, and I loved her as deeply as the day we met. I really never “sowed my oats” in my youth, and had long since resigned myself to missing out on those male fantasies. I wasn’t about to risk my happy marriage for it now.

“I am not sure what you had in mind, Julie, but, this is business and I am already as deep as I can go,” I said firmly, trying to put a stop to any more negotiations.

She took a step forward, moving uncomfortably closer to me, and smiled softly as she looked directly into my eyes. “Just give me another month and you can have me as interest.” I was never a Casanova. Women never came on to me. Hell, it took me three months to work up the courage to make a move on Mary when we started dating. I was in uncharted territory and it showed. I fidgeted and crossed my arms in front of my body, attempting to block her advance. Unfortunately, my prick was enjoying the attention and she knew it.

“Julie, please, I know you are desperate, but this isn’t you. I love my wife and would never risk my marriage for a tryst with a girlfriend or mistress or whatever this would be.” I attempted to back away, but she had maneuvered in such a way that I was backed up to the couch. I was feeling trapped and sensed that I would have to physically move her out of the way to make an exit. I had never manhandled a woman and it just didn’t seem right.

She sensed my predicament, took a step back to give me a little breathing room, and smiled. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend or your mistress, Chuck. You are a decent man and always so polite. What I am offering is one day of fantasy. Something I don’t believe you have ever had.” Am I that transparent? “I will be your willing slut and you can have me every way, all day, with no limits. No one but you or I will ever know.” Okay, that was way more direct than I had ever expected, and I was lost. I tried to fumble out a response, but couldn’t put together any coherent words so she continued.

“I know men and, like all men, you have deep fantasies about what you would do with a woman if you could. I also believe you are the type that would never attempt to act on those urges because you don’t think of women as possessions. I will let you own me for one day as your private sex slave. I promise that it will be a day that you will never regret and I will make sure it never interferes with your marriage.” My dick was now the only thing that was firm. The entire internet of porn flashed before my eyes as I imagined every position and sick fluid transfer methods I have ever considered.

“Anything?” I stammered, not really believing the offer.

“Yes, and I will be a happy participant, or fight back if you desire. Think of it as a day long play with you as director.” This was too much, way over the top. My brain was no longer functioning properly so my dick took over.

“Mary will be visiting her mother this weekend.”

“I can be free Saturday,” she said, like we were booking a dentist’s appointment.

“I’m not into the rape thing.” I thought I would clear that up right away.

“Good! I will play the happy insatiable slut trying desperately to please her man,” she said with a bright smile. Was she looking forward to it?

“Anything?” I asked again. God my dick was hard.

“Chuck, you have my permission to use me anyway you want this Saturday, after which we will pretend it never happened.”

I was in, all in. “Yes!” I said, a little louder than necessary, and stupidly put out my hand to seal the deal. She laughed at the gesture, but grabbed my hand and pulled me close. She tenderly placed her hand on the back of my neck and directed my head toward hers. A simple tender kiss on my cheek and she whispered in my ear. “I can’t wait till Saturday.”

She released me and walked to the door. “Shall we say 9 AM?”

“9 AM is fine,” I returned, trying to remember how it came to this.

She opened the door and said “I really appreciate the extra time, Mr. Timmins”. Damn, she had a pretty smile. Out I walked in a daze, wondering how I was going to explain to Mary why I let Mrs. Brindle have another month. She would lovingly call me a wimp, of that I was sure.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. When the day finally arrived, I found my dreams starting to turn to fear. I spent the early morning hours wondering if I was just taking advantage of Julie. What if she had spent the whole week in tears, waiting to be abused by her asshole landlord? Where were my morals when the deal was struck? She wasn’t really willing; she was desperate, and I was about to scar her for the rest of her life. Even though my dick was rock hard all week, I made a resolution that I would free her from her promise, but still let her stay the extra month. I felt nothing but shame when I finally knocked on her door about fifteen minutes late.

Julie opened the door wrapped in a bathrobe. Her expression and voice were hesitant: “I thought you might have changed your mind.”

“Yes…but not about the extra month,” I quickly added. “You can have that. I don’t want to take advantage of you. I was an asshole for abusing your desperation and I feel like crap for letting it go this far. Please don’t hold this against me – I am so sorry.” I suddenly felt that I had been doing nothing but apologizing to her. After fifty years you would think I would be able to talk to women without blubbering apologies all the time. I felt my eyes welling up – so manly!

She ushered me into the room and closed the door. “If I thought for a second that you would take advantage of me in any way, you would not be here.” That gorgeous smile appeared again. “Right now, I don’t want Chuck here. I want your alter ego.” I was getting confused, again. “Julie, the proper housewife isn’t here either”. Oh my God…I suddenly realized that this wasn’t a one way transaction, and began to feel inadequate for the task. “Today you are going to be Rick, a selfish stud who uses women for his personal pleasure and throws them away. I am Lucy, the insatiable slut trying desperately to satisfy your needs.” Whoa, this was serious. The name change lent a false sense of anonymity. She needed this and I wanted this. I suddenly wondered if she was going insane and I was just a future victim. She saw my confusion. “Chuck, I want wild sex with someone I trust, but I don’t want Mary’s husband.” Julie’s expression was one of concern, wondering if she may have pushed me too hard.

Okay, man up, you idiot. Here was a woman willing to break all the rules for one day of carnal pleasure. My pleasure. I get to set the rules and I didn’t have to be Chuck. My cock took control. “Chuck isn’t here, bitch!” I said, with the nastiest grin I could summon. I didn’t think her smile could get any bigger. I was wrong. It was a contagious smile that could fill a stadium. God, I loved that smile.

Lucy removed her robe and threw it across the room. Naked, she dropped to her knees, placed her hands behind her head and thrust her tits forward. “I thought you would never get here, Rick. When you were late I thought I was no longer wanted.” Her eyes were watering. She was playing her part to the hilt and my cock loved it. Chuck’s eyes would never have wandered from her face, but lecherous Rick stared at her tits and cunt.

I began to slowly unbutton my shirt as I walked around, appraising her displayed assets. Her tits were much firmer than I ever would have thought possible. There was only a little droop, with inch wide dark areolas surmounted by half inch long nipples, the latter pointing slightly up and so taut they were practically dripping sex. I doubted that I could cover either tit with both hands. Her pussy was well groomed, with only a small patch of black hair, neatly trimmed above her sex. That might have to go, I smiled inwardly. Rick likes his cunts bare.

I got to the last button at the same time my eyes reached her ass. She had the ass of a twenty year old. How the hell had she hidden that away all this time? I was amazed. The light from the kitchen reflected off the exposed portions of the tight little crack. Oh my God, I think she oiled it. I leaned down ’til my head was next to hers, ear to ear, and ran my finger along her butt crack. “Is that baby oil?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Rick, I didn’t want you to hurt your magnificent cock in my dry ass like you did the first time.” She turned her head to mine and pleaded, “you will fuck my ass again, won’t you?”

I tossed my shirt aside. “I’ll bone your ass when I feel like it and not before, wench.”

“Of course, Rick, please don’t be upset with me,” she stammered.

Oh, this was nice. Really nice. By the time I had made it all the way around, I had unlooped my belt and tossed it on the couch, and kicked my shoes into the corner. She had remained in position the entire time, thrusting her sex at me. I noticed a single drop of clear moisture slowly running down her inner thigh. It had drawn a reflected line straight from her pussy. She was acting but, her body wasn’t. “Lucy, how could you think I wouldn’t show up when you have such a fuckable body.” Rick is such an ass. “But, even with your wonderful assets, your doubt in me has left me less than excited.” What a lie, I was harder than a teenager in the girls’ locker room. “I think maybe that whore mouth of yours might get me going if you’re lucky.” Shit, I’ll be lucky to last ten seconds. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees and seductively crawled over to me.

“I will suck you so well, Rick. You will never look at another woman when I am done with you.” She licked her lips and began to undo my pants.

“If I had a nickel for every slut that said that, I would be a very rich man,” I said with as much disdain as I could muster. I was really getting into my role.

She pulled my pants and boxers down together, and my cock snapped to attention at a perfect 90 degree angle. It was so hard it almost hurt. ‘I’ll be lucky to last five seconds,’ I thought. I stepped out of the last of my clothes and Lucy tossed them mindlessly behind her, never taking her eyes off my cock. Now I am no Adonis, but I do pack a thick seven inches. Rick, of course, packs ten. Lucy wrapped her hand around my cock, whispered “magnificent,” and plunged her mouth over the head and half way down the shaft. Okay, maybe two seconds. I moaned out of character and out of control. Her mouth was like entering a warm bath. I was fully lubricated on the first down stroke. I was going to blow.

Her hand shifted down to the base. Her thumb and forefinger squeezed my cock in a place I didn’t know existed. I couldn’t cum. She knew I wasn’t going to last and she knew what to do about it. I didn’t know it was possible. I was briefly amazed until my mind returned to her exquisite lips and tongue. The sensations were intense, really intense. I was in heaven and the eyes of an angel were looking up into mine as her lips moved up and down my shaft. Every now and then I could see her tongue briefly leave her mouth and dance seductively along the underside of my shaft. I felt like a stud holding off under such expert pleasure.

I noticed her free hand was busy between her legs. The arm was moving rapidly, completely out of sync with her slow methodical mouth massage of my cock. The whole time her deep brown eyes were looking to mine. Pleading eyes, wonderful eyes, lustful eyes. I had to return to character before it felt like I was cheating on Mary.

“Not bad bitch, but I think you could do better.” I grabbed fists full of hair on the back of her head, and slowly pulled my cock deep into her mouth. There was a slight restriction at the base of her throat that gave way with only a little more pressure. God, I was having my first deep throat. There was no gagging, just an incredible tightness that had me in pure bliss. Her free arm accelerated and she removed thumb and forefinger from the base of my cock. Oh God, I was losing it. Then the incredible happened, a feeling you have to experience yourself to appreciate. She swallowed the rest of my cock, that last inch that was blocked by her thumb. The swallow rippled across the head of my cock and ran down half its length. I was already gone when I felt wet flesh licking my balls. I looked straight into her eyes as I climaxed deep into her throat. Spurt after heavenly spurt was coaxed out by her impossibly long tongue. I struggled to control the jerking in my legs as she drained me dry.

I saw her eyes squeeze shut as I finished my deposit, and her whole body began to spasm. Damn, she was suffocating, and I was still holding her face in my crotch by her hair. I yanked her face off my tool, and she fell backward on the carpet taking deep exaggerated breaths. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and I thought I really hurt her.

“Oh shit, oh God, fuck meeeeeeeee!” She screamed, her eyes squeezed tight as the hand between her legs accelerated, stopped, then accelerated again in time with her body tremors. My God, she was getting off on me treating her like shit. Her hips began to buck up and down as she hit her crescendo. Her cunt was visibly soaked and dripping moisture down her thighs and ass.

Her fingers began to slow and rub more passionately with only minor tremors as she came down from her climax. I realized I had been watching the solo show for over a minute, the whole time stroking my rod. I was amazed I was still hard. I knew I was headed for a heart attack, but I didn’t care.

“You are such a cum slut. Getting off on giving me a blow job. Now look at the mess you made of your cunt.” I knelt down and grabbed her soaked hand. She was still a little delirious from her orgasm as she watched me take each finger and slowly suck the juices off, one at a time, with affection. She smiled in the satisfaction of the afterglow. I grinned mischievously. “You know, Lucy, I kind of skipped breakfast and you taste delicious.” I was eyeing her pretty pussy with evil intent.

“Rick, no, it’s too sensitive right now. Give me a minute and I will be ready.” She tried to scoot back.

Rick is such a jerk, “Like I give a fuck! If I want to eat pussy, you spread your legs, whore!”

I may talk the shit, but I wasn’t into torture. I had been married long enough to know when to stay away from a sensitive clit. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, pushed them to her tits and spread them wide. There was real panic in her eyes that Rick relished. I slowly dropped my head toward her pussy while keeping my eyes glued to hers to intensify the expected agony. I slowly ran my tongue from the bottom of her dripping snatch toward her love button. As I neared her over-sensitive pleasure center, I felt her legs tense up and heard a quick intake of breath through gritted teeth. I came exquisitely close to her nub then trailed off the right.

“Oh, God,” she sighed.

I repeated the painfully slow process, but peeled off to the left. I was always a symmetrical lover. It elicited the exact same response from her. Her button was still on fire from her fingers. I knew that if I attacked her clit directly, I was likely to get an involuntary knee to the face. So I did something completely unexpected.

I gave her the most concentrated and grim expression I could put together, moved my eyes directly to her bright red hooded clit, and moved in for the kill. She fell for it and I felt her legs tighten and attempt to push me back, but I countered with my hands.

“Rick, Rick… Chuck,” she stammered, while sucking in air.

I felt the panic in her body as I plunged forward, quickly changed targets and crammed my tongue into her oiled rose bud. Her body went limp as she realized I had only been teasing her and pleasure took hold.

“Oh GOD, Rick, you animal.” Her smile had returned with a vengeance. I had never rimmed anyone before. It was exciting watching her reaction and delight. It also wasn’t as gross as I would have imagined. I felt in control, powerful and very generous. I went at it like a starving dog.

“That is so nice, keep doing it like that. Ooohh, please don’t stop,” she ranted, while slowly rotating her hips.

With thirty years of sex under my belt, I knew that over stimulating another portion of a woman’s body would relieve the pressure on her love button. I keep at her ass for a good long time, listening to her describing my virtues with her head thrown back. Rick is such a stud. I sensed the time was right, released one of her legs, and let it straighten over my shoulder. I kept the other leg pushed back to make sure she remained open to me. I slowly dropped a finger from my free hand down to her pussy lips and lubricated it in her juices. She was blissfully unaware of my ministrations and kept whispering Rick’s name. With my fingered well lubed, I moved it to just above the hood of her clit and very lightly massaged the hood, almost tickling it.

She was in heaven and I only heard moans. It was time. I moved my finger to the clit itself and lightly began drawing quick little circles. Her eyes popped open. I lost the grip on her leg as her whole body went instantly rigid. Maybe it wasn’t quite time yet. Her thighs were squeezing my head so tight I lost my connection to her anal cavity. “Ooooo.. Auugggg.. Shittttttttt.” She screamed as she tensed up so hard that only her shoulders and head were on the floor. I thought she might rub my ears off with her rock hard thigh muscles. Then came a flood of warm, clear liquid that just seemed to appear above around my nose and upper lip. I knew then that she was having a tremendous orgasm. Yep, I did that bitch. I would have lapped up the nectar if my jaw was capable of moving in those vise grip thighs. My finger slowed its circles as I attempted to time the end with the relaxation of her muscles.

Her body finally went limp and fell back to the carpet. My head was released, so I sat up on my haunches, watching the euphoric expression on her face. I felt like super stud.

“That was incredible. You are such a fucking stud, Rick!” she said with her eyes still dreamily closed. Yes, it has been verified. When her eyes slowly opened, her expression became one of humorous concern. “Ah Rick honey, what did I do to you? Your face is so red and you are positively soaked.” Being a stud is hard on the body. She quickly sat up, smoothed my matted hair back behind my ear and kissed me deeply on my soaked lips, sharing her juices. The kiss was extremely passionate, very long and highly enjoyable. Rick was losing control of the situation and that just wouldn’t do. I broke the kiss and stood up looking down over my rock hard cock. “Look what you did to me, whore. You leaked all over my face and I didn’t even hear an apology,” I said as sternly as possible.

“I am so sorry, Rick. I didn’t mean it.” She was trying really hard not to laugh, “I couldn’t help it. It was the strongest orgasm I have ever had.” That did seem sincere. “I tried to hold back, but you were just too good.” My false ego was getting planetary in size.

“Well, payback is a bitch, slut. You messed up my face so I’m going I mess up yours. Lay back!” That sounded a little more ominous than I intended.

“I am sorry, Rick, I guess I deserve this,” she said meekly as she followed my instructions. I mounted her stomach and my dick fell right between her beautiful tits. Rick surely wasn’t going to do all the work.

“Make me a tit pussy, Hon. I got some fucking to do.” Tit pussy? Where did I come up with these things?

Lucy smiled then pursed her lips, lifted her head and spat all over my cock. She had done this before. I haven’t. She grabbed the sides of her breasts and alternately massaged them back and forth to disperse the lubricant. She then lifted them away and spat a few more times. Satisfied with her efforts, she squeezed her tits together around my rod and looked me straight in the eye.

“Punish my tits for being such a selfish bitch.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I placed my hands on the floor above her shoulder to give me leverage, pulled my hips back, and plowed my cock into her tight cleavage. I watched my cock saw in and out of her tits, the head poking at her chin on every down stroke. This was wonderful. I felt a huge sense of power and my dick loved the sensations.

“You’re going to take it bitch. All of it, AND like it.” I grunted with my efforts.

“Give it to me. I deserve no less. Fuck my tit pussy and use my face as your cum rag.” The idea of blowing my load in Lucy’s face was hitting home. I wasn’t going to last long. She knew it and kept up the rhetoric.

“My tits are yours to use. They were born to wrap your cock. Such a magnificent tool demands my cunt pillows.” Where did she get this stuff? “Ruin my face. I want to taste a huge load.” She was going to get a big one. “Come for me baby. Come for Lucy.” I replaced her hands on the sides of her tits to give me more control, as I pumped with abandon under the onslaught of her dirty talk. I was very close and she knew it.

With her free hands she did something I didn’t expect. I guess it was payback for my little anal escapade a few minutes earlier. Smiling evilly, she stuck her ring finger into her mouth and drew it out soaking wet. She reached around my ass and said in a sultry tone “Now baby,” and worked her wet finger into my ass. That did it.

“You bitch!” I shouted and released her tits, grabbed my shaft and began to unload on her face. She was laughing while my spew crisscrossed her face. Some went into her mouth and some shot far enough to flop into her hair. God it felt good. I let loose a fire hose of sperm on her face. Boy was my cock happy.

She popped her finger out of my ass, giggling the whole time. She controlled the when of my orgasm and she seemed rather proud of herself. Rick didn’t find self esteem an attractive quality in women. Something had to be done about this. She smiled as she pushed the offending finger between her lips and sucked off my ass juice. God, this woman had no limits.

“Mmmm, your ass tastes sweet. I think you kind of like things stuck in there.” She goaded me by emphasizing the word “things.” She was right – I did love having her finger stuck up my ass. But she was wrong to think Rick would allow a veiled attack on his masculinity.

I stood up over her. “I don’t think I appreciate that condescending tone from a common whore with a face full of cum. Wait till I am done with you. You’ll wish you showed me more respect,” I said authoritatively.

She smirked and pointed between my legs, “Seems like you are done with me already.” I followed her gaze to my less than half mast tired out cock. It was a dark shade of red and looked exhausted. Pushing it, she was pushing it. I grabbed her hand and lifted her to her feet roughly.

“I’ll teach you respect,” I thundered. I sat on the couch, pulled her down and laid her over my knees, ass up. Her expression was to die for, a mixture of apprehension and concern. She knew what was coming but didn’t fight the position.

I really admired the shape of her bottom. Not a wrinkle, just firm tight cheeks bumping up from her thighs. “You asked for this.” I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly with a loud smack right on the left cheek. Not a word, just a slight flinch. Smack on the right cheek. Another flinch, but still no sound. Obviously, I wasn’t taking this seriously enough. I reached over to the other side of the couch and grabbed my belt, folding it in half. I think she saw me because her ass squeezed tight and her legs had a little tremble in them.

“I’m sorry, Rick, I will be better,” she stuttered.

“I know you will,” and down came the belt right across both cheeks. If it felt anything like it sounded I may have swung it a bit too hard.

“I thought that it would sting a lot more than that.” She looked up to me with a superior smile.

Oh damn, that was Provocation 101. There were lessons to be taught and I was the teacher. I lost it. The belt now had a mind of its own. It crisscrossed her cheeks, leaving mismatched red stripes. There were a lot of screeches and pleading that I don’t have the heart to describe. I swung until my arm began to feel the strain of the beating. I stopped, breathing hard, when I noticed she was sobbing and my lap was soaking wet. Shit, she peed on me but never made a move to get off my lap. I went too far. This is what I feared would happen if I let the dark side out. I gently pulled her up off her off my lap and hugged her to my chest. She went limp with her head against my neck and was softly rubbing her butt. My dick shrank to nothing.

“I’m sorry, Julie, I didn’t mean to take it that far. I lost control. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I think I made you pee I hit you so hard. I really fucked up. Let me get this cleaned up and I will leave.” I said as tenderly as I could while stroking her back, far from her sore ass.

“Just hold me,” she sobbed into my ear. My God, she was shaking. What had I done? This wasn’t me. I was holding a beautiful woman I had just got done beating, while sitting in a lake of pee. Was she so desperate for affection that she would accept this? What kind of monster was I? The shaking subsided and I felt her cheek muscles tight against my neck. Was she smiling? I pulled her face away from my shoulder with concern.

There was that beautiful smile attached to a face full of tears and dried up cum. “That’s not pee, stud,” she said while she twerked her left eyebrow once.

“What?” I lifted her to her feet and looked at the clear girl juice that drenched my legs and the sofa.

“You did earn my respect, though,” she smiled again, and turned to stick her striped ass at me. “I don’t think my tushy can handle another lesson,” she said as she rubbed it seductively. I just stared with my mouth open, not knowing what to say or do. My brain was exhausted from swinging between perversion and self incrimination. She was a wet dream on acid. She promised me a day of fantasy and she was delivering a lifetime. I was really surprised that my heart hadn’t failed. She, of course, knew me better than I did myself, and didn’t miss a beat.

She tenderly took my hand and helped me up. “Let’s take a shower, Hon. A little warm water break will do us good.” Break? You mean there’s more? I’m in my fifties, and I was now concerned I wouldn’t make to see sixty. I followed like a dog on a leash.

The shower was wonderful. It soothed my muscles as well as my mind. It gave me a chance to breathe. Julie took her time shampooing my hair and then massaging my entire body with soap. She had one of those shower heads that came free from the wall so she was able to wash everything without me moving an inch. My cock loved the sensual attention and seemed to know it wasn’t time to get busy yet. It was very relaxing and I really didn’t want it to end. When she was done, she put a bottle of shampoo in my hand and the shower head in the other hand. She smiled and sat down in the tub facing away from me and leaned her head back with her eyes closed. We were in sync. No need for words; just little hints.

I sat behind her with my legs running alongside her hips. Shielding her eyes with one hand, I began to soak her hair with the shower head. I could swear she meowed. She loved being pampered. I massaged the shampoo into her head deliberately, with feeling, and got another meow and a soft smile. I should really try this with Mary, I thought to myself. It felt like a pure expression of love, but very sexual at the same time. While I was rinsing out her hair she kept leaning back into me very affectionately, letting me know how much she liked it. I stood up and helped her to her feet. I then washed every inch of her body, leaving no crevice untouched. I was slow and methodical. I really liked the whimpers the shower head caused when I rinsed off her cute pussy. I was extra tender on her backside since the stripes still looked mad. I really enjoyed the whole experience. I mentally added a removable shower head to my shopping list.

When I was done I looked her in the eyes and gave her cheek a tender kiss. She lifted her hands to the sides of my head.

“That was wonderful,” she said, and pulled me in for a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues tangled and my dick began waking up. She pulled my head back a little bit and looked deep into my eyes with a serious expression. “Do you love me?”

Whoa, panic mode set in. I mean the shower was lovely, but I am not switching houses. “Julie, I am not sure I made myself clear. I mean you are a wonderful fantasy, but Mary is my reality. I would never leave her. She is my true soul mate. I had no intention to lead you on, and I apologize if you thought this would lead to anything beyond today.”

She smiled. “Just making sure; some guys go a little overboard when the tender stuff hits. I am absolutely not trying to replace Mary, and it would devastate me if this fucked up your marriage in any way.” Damn, she is a fucking emotional roller coaster. Always a step ahead of my thoughts. Wait. What did she mean: some guys? How many times has she done this before? Am I just some kind of boy toy for her fantasy?

Again, she saw the billboard of my thoughts in my eyes. “Chuck, you really have to stop apologizing all the time. Save your ‘sorrys’ for the big stuff. I have been pulling your chain because I needed to know that I still could. This day is as much for me as it is for you. My life is in the crapper and you are the first fun I have had in years. I was simply tired of crying.”

She pulled me close in a loving embrace which mashed her breasts into my chest. Why did that feel so nice? “A day like this would have cost you $5,000 twenty years ago.” I was shocked, but I didn’t move from those wonderful breasts. “Truthfully, the money my ex is hiding from me is mostly mine. Earned by giving married men like you the time of their lives. I was good at it because I loved it, and you have shown me that I still do.” Things were starting to make sense. I was a fumbling amateur in the world of a pro. She was toying with me and, God help me, I was loving every minute of it.

I realized I hadn’t said anything while she was spilling her life story. I was just contemplating her revelation, the day and those wonderful breasts. I must have looked drugged out of my mind.

“Chuck, did I just freak you out?” I didn’t answer right away and just stared into the space between her eyes. She gave me a questioning look and a little shake.

“$5,000 is not nearly enough,” was the evaluation that came out of my mouth, and I smiled like a five year old on his birthday. I was never one known for my timing. Socially, I had always been a little off. Not offensively off, but just a little slow on the uptake. I wasn’t this time: I had hit a home run without even trying. It just flowed from my soul as the utter truth and Julie knew it wasn’t bullshit. I just ignited a volcano.

She reached between my legs and palmed my balls, “You haven’t seen anything yet, stud.” She began massaging them in a little circle. “You have a lot more kinks to work out, and I am going rub them out one at a time.” The massage was getting more insistent, but my tired cock wasn’t wanting to co-operate. It was still recovering.

“I may need a little more time,” I stated, a bit embarrassed as I looked down at my thoughtless tool.

She gave me that knowing smile, and I knew I was going to be proved wrong. My poor dick was going to need a week in traction. “You have the rest of your life to rest Mr. Cock. Today you’re mine.” She reached out of the tub and grabbed a clear bottle off the back of the toilet while never taking her hands off my balls. Using two fingers, she deftly unscrewed the cap with one hand, never losing contact with my sack in her other. ‘She’s done this before, ‘ I thought. I glimpsed the label; it was baby oil. She took half a step back and poured a generous amount across her chest. It glistened as it fought with the water droplets for ownership.

“Careful, it is going to get slippery in here,” she giggled as she slid around behind me, still gripping my balls. She pressed her slick pillows into my back and began rubbing them back and forth. She brought her lips to my ear and gave a little lick that sent shivers down my spine. “I have plans for this cock. This is a marathon, and it’s time for a second wind. Oh, are you going to love this,” she whispered, as she reached around my waist and dumped a generous helping of oil on my privates. Her hand left my scrotum briefly to coat the shaft and then it returned to its soft massage. Oil was getting everywhere and my cock was starting to respond.

“I know what you like. I know what you want. You want what you can’t have. You want what you are afraid to ask for.” She licked and sucked on my ear, then placed the bottle on the edge of the tub after spilling some more. “You won’t have to ask for it. I am just going to let you take it.” Her free hand was now oiling up my ass crack. I was going into sensory overload. “Please Rick, please, I need it.” My ear and neck were tingling from her breath. “You are the only one I will let do it. God, please don’t say no.” Her breasts roughly caressed my back forcing me to arch my pelvis forward. My cock was wide awake now. Her oily finger was doing a circle dance on my anus, sending her erection command loud and clear.

“I want you…” she panted in my ear, “I want you… I want you to fuck my ass.” She said loudly as she drove her oily finger straight into my ass and began driving it in and out. I knew it was coming, but half the fun was waiting for it.

“Think you can handle my ass, stud?” Her finger kept pumping as she massaged my oily balls. “I want it deep and hard. I want you to drive it home with no mercy.” My cock felt like it was a foot long.

Rick was back. “On your knees, slut,” I demanded. She dropped to her knees and slid to a stop near the front of the tub. She grabbed the baby oil and dumped half the bottle all over her ass before it slipped out of her hand and headed for the drain.

“Like playing with my ass, bitch? Well now I am going to play with yours, and I got something a bit bigger than a finger.” I retorted as I got down on one knee behind her ass.

She reached back and with both hands spread her ass cheeks wide. “Take what’s yours, Rick. Take it hard.” I grabbed her hips, slid her across the oiled tub and lined up my cock. Rick once again proved his ignorant selfishness. In one violent thrust I took her ass to the hilt. “Arrggh,” she groaned, “is that all you got?” God, she loved to goad Rick.

“So, Lucy wants an ass fucking,” I responded, as I began to piston in and out of her tight hole. I had never had an ass before, and I was amazed how wonderful the tight little ring felt going up and down my cock. I pounded her mercilessly, using the oily tub to slide her whole body back and forth.

“Arrggh, fuck my shit hole. I am, arrghh, your cum whore. Arrggh, Your ass slut,” she stammered between thrusts. God, the power I felt was invigorating. I was in control, I was using her ass for my own pleasure. It was wonderful to watch my cock plunge in and out of that tight little ring.

“I am going to fill your ass, Lucy. I am going to blow my load into your bowels like it’s a cum bucket.” The dirty talk was adding to my pleasure. All I was getting from her now were grunts on every inward thrust as I increased the tempo. “This is MY ass, bitch. Don’t you forget it,” I said, as my thighs made oily splatter sounds when they struck hers. I wanted more. More of this power, this ownership. I wanted the world. I yanked my dick out to a disappointed groan.

“Roll over, whore. I am going to look you in your eyes when I disgrace your ass with my seed.” Where did I get this stuff? She rolled, or more like slipped, over. Her face and hair were an oily mess. She had tears in her eyes and an expression of fear. I was not falling for any more fake emotions from this woman. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted them all the way to her shoulders, exposing her lovely anal rose. “Please be gentle, sir,” she said in a little schoolgirl tone. She even sensed my love of the power. She was giving me everything.

“Ha, like I know how to be gentle,” I snarled as I pulled her ass right back onto my cock. “Take it, bitch!” I grunted, as I slammed it home over and over again, “I am going to give you a sperm enema.”

“This is so wrong. Please sir, I poop from there,” whimpered the schoolgirl, tears appearing in her eyes.

“Not now you don’t. Now you learn what you were made for. Here comes the first lesson, you teasing whore.” I looked right in her eyes, drove my cock as deep as I could, and let loose. I felt like all my insides were ejaculating out the end of my dick. It was an immense load that was fed on by my little schoolgirl wiggling her ass and cooing about her degradation. I was spent, and happily slid onto Lucy into a strange oily cuddle.

“Did I do it right, sir?” she giggled in her schoolgirl voice.

“You are one talented woman. You seem to know exactly what I need and you always add in what I want.” I said breathlessly. “Good thing I don’t love you; you would kill me in a week.”

“You say the sweetest things,” she joked as she kissed me the cheek.

“No, really. You are like a therapist, a friend and a teacher all rolled into one. I mean, that shower scene was so beautiful and loving. Don’t think I won’t bring that home to Mary. God forbid she learns where it came from, but damn, it may take us to a new level.”

Julie smiled knowingly. “That was for Mary. I borrowed her husband, at least I can give a little back,” she said while tenderly stroking my slick dick. “But, you leave Rick here, okay?” she said with concern. “It would kill me to see her in tears and you sleeping on the couch.”

“No way is she seeing Rick. I don’t even know how you put up with that asshole,” I said matter of factly. “I got to say that it sure relieved a lifetime of stress when you brought him out. You coaxed out all that anger in a wonderful sexual romp. Weren’t you afraid I would go too far?”

Her reply seemed like an afterthought. “Even as Rick you will always be Chuck. Any real pain you delivered would hurt you more than it ever hurt me. I was never in any danger.” She smiled. “Plus, in case you didn’t notice, I kind of like it rough and degrading.” Her eyebrows twerked again.

She stood up carefully and helped me to my feet. “Let’s get this oil off and get some liquid in us. It’s been quite the workout.” She started up the shower again and we laughed as we attempted to wash off the oil without falling on our asses. She spent some extra time cleaning out her butt while commenting on the copious amount of cum lodged in there. Always pumping my ego – what a woman. We dried each other off and headed back to the kitchen, naked as the day we were born, with my arm around her waist.

We entered the living room and my wonderful day ended. My heart dropped into my stomach and my eyes began to well up. My life was over. Sitting cross legged on the couch in her summer dress, the apartment building’s master key spinning on her finger, was Mary. She didn’t look pleased. She was silent, obviously waiting for my feeble excuse. I had none, and I was suddenly afraid my screw up was going to cost me everything.

Julie quickly separated from me. She looked at Mary’s stern expression and then to my grief-ridden face. “Mrs. Madison, please, this all my fa..” Mary didn’t let her finish.

“Oh, I think we are way past last names here. When people get naked, I think first names are in order.”

“I thought you were at your mother’s,” I dumbly chimed in. Like that mattered.

“Chuck, I have been married to you for 30 years. Do you really think I am so dense that I don’t know when you’re up to something?” She stood up and put her hands on her hips trying to look down on me. I clumsily tried to cover up my crotch as if that would make the situation more tolerable.

“You little tart. You shaft us on your rent and then you entice my husband to shaft you so you can shaft us some more.” Her eyes were shooting daggers at Julie.

“I promise Mary, you will get every cent I owe you. This had nothing to do with the rent…well, almost nothing,” she fumbled.

“So you’re saying my passive husband seduced you. I find that hard to believe.” Passive?! Is she insulting me? I wisely kept my mouth shut.

“No, I dragged him into this. I am so sorry.” Julie was beginning to sound like me. “I had no intention of getting between you two. I stupidly thought I was helping him and myself. Please don’t hold it against Chuck. I can’t be the reason your marriage breaks up, Mary.” Real tears were leaking from Julie’s eyes.

“Mary? Who the fuck is Mary?” Mary said, as if she was confused. I was quickly losing track of the conversation. I figured I must have passed out earlier and this was all some kind of sick nightmare. Julie’s face perked up and half a grin appeared. Okay, now I was up the creek without a paddle and someone was throwing rocks in the canoe. “My name is Ethel, and I think I will just call you bitch!” Mary said with authority. Ethel? What the hell was going on? Looking at Julie’s grin, I realized I was the only one who didn’t know what was happening.

Julie dropped to her knees. “I am so sorry I tried to steal your husband, Ethel.” She clasped her hands in a pleading gesture. “I wasn’t woman enough for him. He just used me then said I would never measure up to you.” Back on the roller coaster for me. I just stood there covering my dick, trying to blend into the wall.

“You are going to pay for that, bitch. No one fucks with me and what’s mine.” Mary was pissed. I was completely lost. Julie was crawling toward Mary with her head down. This was getting really weird.

“Chuck, sit your cheating ass down,” Mary spouted, like a teacher scolding an errant child. I moved my sorry ass as quickly as possible to the couch. “Not there, you pervert,” Mary said, and she pointed to the wet side. “I am sure you helped make that mess. Now sit in it.” Fuck, was she pissed. Maybe if I just went along, this would end without me in Divorce Court. I slid over and sat on the cold wet cushion, trying to keep myself covered. This was not going well. “Get your Goddamn hands off your cock. If anything touches it again without my permission, I swear I will cut it off!” I swiftly moved my hands away, to reveal a shriveled, miserable, shamed penis that didn’t look like it would ever be hard again. I didn’t really think she would cut it off, but I expected that repeated kicking was a real possibility.

My hand came to rest on the arm of the couch and surprisingly on top of a pair of folded panties. I didn’t see those earlier and they looked like my wife’s. Julie had crawled to the feet of my wife. “Don’t blame him Ethel, he is just a man. I threw my naked body at him. It was all my fault.” Well she kind of did – but, my mind was still stuck on the Ethel thing. Mary reached down and grabbed a fist full of Julie’s hair. I started to get up to get between the two.

“Sit the fuck down,” Mary ordered, “don’t make me tell you again.” I sat. I froze. Julie smiled. My brain was marshmallow. “How many times did you make him cum, bitch?” Mary said while yanking Julie’s head back by her hair.

“I think it was three times,” Julie conceded.

“Three?!” Mary looked over to me with big eyes. What could I do? I shrugged and nodded. Mary looked back at Julie, who was holding back a smile while nodding. Mary seemed surprised, then went stern again. “I own half this apartment building, so half of everything is mine. Including the rent.” That was divorce talk. She was already splitting up the assets. “That means you have only paid half,” she said as she pulled Julie’s head back by her hair. Okay, I was really not prepared for what happened next. I should have been, but I have never been good at picking up signals. That and I just got caught naked with a gorgeous woman by my wife.

“Start paying, you home-wrecking whore!” My God, that came from Mary’s mouth. She lifted her dress with one hand, took half a step forward and shoved Julie’s face between her legs. I was shocked. My mild-mannered wife was pantyless and forcing another women to go lesbian on her! I realized I was white knuckling the couch and holding my breath. I was expecting Mary to slap Julie silly, but instead she was literally rubbing her pussy up and down Julie’s lips. Julie, for her part, looked like she may have done this before.

Julie slowly tickled her fingers up from Mary’s ankles and along her thighs. One hand continued under Mary’s dress; the other was trying to push the dress out of way. Julie’s mouth never left my wife’s love channel, and I could see her tongue working overtime. Mary must have found the summer dress restricting: she let go of Julie’s hair, grabbed the hem with both hands, and swiftly lifted it up and off. The dress floated to the ground on its own accord behind her.

“Oh God, she’s good,” my wife exclaimed, as she struggled with one hand to undo the clasp of her bra. She had re-grasped Julie’s hair with her other hand to make sure that Julie didn’t attempt to take a break. The bra quickly followed the dress to the floor.

With both women naked my eyes began to compare. Mary was a brittle brunette, with a slight hint of gray that bespoke her age. Nothing like the soft raven-haired goddess that was between her legs. Mary’s breasts were smaller, less firm, with a tad more sag, and her body didn’t have that magazine-like tonal definition that Julie possessed. She had a poofy belly with slight wrinkles where her thighs met her butt. All in all, Mary was a heavenly vision to my eyes. Julie was all wrong: she seemed too perfect, and felt more like the magazine she stepped out of. Mary had my heart, my life and all that goes with it. I had never seen Mary look more beautiful than how she looked now with the model between her thighs. God, I didn’t want to lose her, I thought, as my eyes began to well up again.

Mary made eye contact and sensed my foreboding. “Take my panties, Chuck,” she said, looking me directly in the eyes between gasps. Dumbfounded, I grabbed the panties off the arm of the couch. They were soaked, almost dripping.

“They are soaked,” I said incredulously, not believing what I was holding. Julie ignored the conversation and was using her nails to tickle Julie’s thighs just below her ass, while still working feverishly on her honey pot. I could tell from her breathing that Mary was getting close.

“I heard everything in the bathroom.” Mary gasped and spread her legs a bit farther, and placed a second hand on the back of Julie’s head. “You were naked with this gorgeous woman,” she was having trouble keeping the rhythm in her speech, “she asked you if you loved her,” more quick breaths and panting. ” and … and you told her it was me you loved.” I could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “You chose me over this goddess.” Her breathing was now coming in great gusts, and Julie was doubling her efforts. I looked back down at the panties.

“You came thinking about me?” I asked, not really comprehending what I was asking.

“I couldn’t help myself. I thought I lost you, then suddenly you told this sexy thing that I was the only one.” She was barely able to get the sentence out. Sweat was glistening off her breasts.

I hadn’t lost her. I would never lose her. My beautiful wife was sharing my one night stand and professing her love. It was the most erotic scene I had ever seen or hoped to be part of. During all of this, my dick had somehow regained its youth again. It was painfully hard. Without thinking, I wrapped Mary’s soaked panties around my cock with the intent of adding my seed to hers.

“Hands off!” she said forcibly, “you’re not out of the dog-house yet.” Shocked, I dropped the panties on the floor and placed my hands to my sides. Now that I couldn’t touch it, I realized my dick really, really needed attention. Mary smiled. “I’m first, greedy boy,” as she glanced down at Julie and began to concentrate on her pleasure. God my dick hurt; I had never thought I would ever be with two naked women. In my fantasies, I was always the center of attention, but here I was only able to watch. I really wanted to participate.

“Mary,” I said in a soft voice, “I love you and always will.” Julie’s timing was impeccable as always. Her hand disappeared between Mary’s thighs and thrust upward. I could only imagine where the fingers went as my dick strained into the air for relief.

“Oh God, oh God…..” Mary’s legs were shaking uncontrollably as Julie was grasping her ass cheek with her other hand for leverage. Mary’s hands had dropped to Julie’s shoulders so she could remain standing. Julie’s tongue went wild on Mary’s love bud. “Ahhhhhh, yesssss,” Mary began to explode into Julie’s face. I felt a tinge of jealousy as Julie worked mercilessly to lengthen the biggest orgasm I had seen Mary have. Mary’s legs were beginning to go slack as her hips spasmed over and over. She was emitting little grunts with each contraction, obviously enjoying every weakening moment. My cock felt like it was going to break.

Suddenly, Lucy let out a loud groan muffled by Ethel’s pussy. Lucy’s hips thrust forward and her body shook violently as a stream of clear liquid shot from her pussy like short bursts from a hose. I had seen women squirt on the internet, but never in person. Lucy was still latched onto Ethel’s pussy as her spasms weakened.

Julie slowed her ministrations, eventually releasing Mary’s pussy and dropping back on her heels. Her face was shimmering with my wife’s discharge. Mary sighed and straightened up a bit. She was a thing of beauty, all aglow with moisture running down her thighs. “Damn, at least you have good taste in cheating hos. That was one hell of a payment,” Ethel said, while grabbing Lucy’s smiling chin. It was all way too much for my cock.

“Please Mary, please,” I pleaded, gesturing to my aching penis.

“Like what you see, Chuck?” Mary answered “See how I use your new sex toy? Don’t you dare find relief without my permission.” I didn’t see how I was going to stop it. I was beginning to think my dick was going to act on its own.

“That was heavenly,” Julie whispered, “I haven’t had that much fun in years. It’s been a long time since someone could read my needs.”

“Well the power was kind of intoxicating. I was worried that I had taken it a bit too far, but obviously you enjoyed it. I didn’t even know a girl could shoot like that. It was incredible watching.”

Have I mentioned my lack of social skills? “I’ve seen it on the Internet,” I stated like an idiot, with sweat dripping down my forehead. Mary and Julie began to laugh, more at what came out of my mouth than at me personally. This was not going well for my case of blue balls. Mary gave Julie a hand up off the floor and then ran to the bathroom to take a pee. Julie just continued giggling at my predicament and my pleading eyes. All that visual stimulation, and no relief? This fantasy was becoming a curse.

After a flush, Mary returned to the living room to examine my suffering. I could see she was about to relent when Lucy found her voice. Her cursed voice. “You know Ethel, he really came on to me, you know. He started it. He said he was tired of you and finally wanted some excitement in his life.”

I panicked, “No I didn’t … it didn’t happen that way,” I stammered, trying to defend myself.

“He did, did he?” Ethel stared at me. “I suppose I should have expected it, the way he was always ogling you.”

“I was not,” I insisted, “It was.. I never… I love YOU, Mary!” I resorted to the old faithful.

“That didn’t sound very sincere,” Lucy chimed in, a rather unwelcome interruption. “He seemed to really enjoy himself using me to satisfy his wanton desires. I mean, look at my bottom! Look what he did when I tried to refuse him.” Lucy showed Ethel her belt stripes.

“What kind of man would beat a woman?” Ethel asked.

“She liked it,” I inserted in my defense.

Ethel rephrased, “What kind of man would beat a woman and then insists she likes it?”

“I don’t think he could be true to you, Ethel,” Lucy stated tritely.

“Yes, he probably can’t control himself. If not you, he will just find another woman to beat into submission,” Ethel observed. Okay, I knew there was some role-playing going on, but my honor toward the love of my life was at stake. I didn’t like the jokes at my expense, and in no fantasy was my wife excluded from my life.

“She threw herself at me, Mary! I didn’t enjoy it all.” I lied as best I could as they both shared a smile. “I was just caught up in it all and didn’t know how to get out. It will never happen again, I swear.”

“Didn’t enjoy it?” Ethel questioned. “I think you’re lying”.

“You are the only one for me, Mary. She meant nothing,” I stuttered as Julie smirked and almost spat while trying to hold back a laugh.

“I think you are going to have to prove that, you cheating bastard,” Ethel stated, with hands on her naked hips. Getting yelled at by two naked women did nothing to lessen my raging hard-on. Too many bouncing titties. Damn my cock for not bowing out of the argument.

“I will prove it every day for the rest of my life,” and I meant it, “There is no other woman but you, from now on.” I wasn’t going let this go any farther.

Ethel smiled, “I can’t wait my whole life to test your fidelity. You need to prove it now or we are through.” Shit, this was getting really fucked up. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or still acting.

I signed my own death warrant. “You tell me how, and I will prove it. I swear I will be true to you.” Ethel had that ‘I got you’ look on her face as she reeled me in.

“Lucy, he has obviously grown a boner looking at you. It couldn’t have been this decrepit old body that turned him on,” Ethel said, gesturing at herself.

“I was turned on by you, Mary; Julie had nothing to do with it,” I interjected my half truth. It was Mary’s body that lit my fire, but it was Julie who threw on the gasoline. It was entrapment plain and simple. I dug my own grave and then tripped right into it.

“Well, if it is really me that turns you on, then you should be indifferent to Lucy’s talents.” Ethel sprang the trap. “Lucy, why don’t you straddle that cock? If he cums, I know that he doesn’t really love me.”

“No, Mary, that’s not a good test.” I was in panic mode again. “Men don’t work like that.” Lucy was smiling from ear to ear as she moved to mount me while I sat in a now warm pile of her cum. I tried lightly to push her off me, and tucked my hips back into the couch so she wouldn’t get access. I knew there was no way my prick was going to work with me on this.

“No test, no wife,” Ethel said sternly. I relented to being straddled and I scooted my ass forward. Julie caressed my chest as she lined up her pussy with my cock. Not this tender shit, I thought. I will blow in a second if she goes slow. She has to pound me so I can be distracted by the pain long enough to convince Mary. I whispered the same into Julie’s ear when I thought Mary was distracted. “Please fuck me hard, really hard.” Julie smiled a gorgeous mischievous smile, and began to lower herself ever so slowly. I was fucked. The need was already past boiling point. I couldn’t get the image of Julie licking Mary out of my head long enough to even begin thinking of baseball.

She slowly enveloped my cock with her tight wet pussy. The pain in my groin was increasing. I knew if I let the first twinge out, it was all coming out. She was caressing my chest the whole time she was lowering herself down. It felt like I was being sucked into a wondrous warm bath where all my cares would be washed away. I tried to accelerate into her, but she had strategically placed her feet atop my knees when she kneeled down. Slightly awkward for her, but crucial for limiting my movement. I wasn’t going to make it. When she reached bottom, her pussy muscles began to massage my cock. How the hell, and why the hell, is she doing this to me? It was exquisite. Why does she want Mary to leave me? My balls felt like they were being sucked up into my body. The pain was becoming extreme.

Lucy leaned over and licked the lobe of my ear. “I love the taste of your wife. She is so sweet,” she whispered, and moved to my other ear. The pain was backing up into my stomach. Something was going to break. Another lick. “Do you think she will taste me? That would be lovely,” she whispered again, while her pussy slowly climbed back up my pole. She was putting visions in my head. She was trying to fuck up my marriage. Sweat was coming from every pore on my body. My legs were twitching and the pain was becoming unbearable. Uncontrolled tears were flowing from my eyes which were now squeezed shut in agony. I hadn’t realized I was moaning. Every muscle in my abdomen was cramped shut and I felt a strain in my left side. I wasn’t going to cum, I was just going to die before I disappointed my wife.

Julie stopped moving. “Hon, I think he is going to have a heart attack. I mean for real.” Mary was starting to panic. “Oh, shit.” It sound like it was coming from a great distance. I felt lips at my ear. “Cum for me, darling,” whispered Mary’s soft voice, “please cum for me, my love.” Her words were laced with loving concern as she stroked my head. Julie wasn’t moving an inch when the floodgates opened. Relief flooded out from the pit of my stomach. It was followed by pain from muscles I didn’t know I had cramped as I emptied into Julie. I grimaced through the pain, fearing my private parts were now lost.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I was just teasing.” Mary was shaking with concern as my muscles finally relaxed. Julie still hadn’t moved, fearing a reaction from my over-sensitivity. I probably would have kicked her to the ceiling had she tried.

“My God, this man would take a bullet for you, then stand up and take another,” Julie said incredulously.

“Oh baby, are you okay? I would never leave you. It was just a game,” Mary’s concern was growing.

“I don’t think I like that game,” I said softly, with weak breaths.

Mary kissed me full on the lips. “We will never play it again, ever,” she said with determined sincerity, all the while caressing my cheeks.

Julie still hadn’t moved, her pussy full of my aching penis and its discharge. We looked up when we heard a little moan. There was a tear running down her cheek from her heavily watering eyes. “I almost fucked you to death,” she whimpered.

“No, no, Julie. It was my fault. I didn’t think he would last five seconds. It was a stupid game,” Mary said, and leaned over to hug Julie. Mary’s eyes began to tear. “I just pushed it too far; it’s not your fault,” she continued to console Julie.

I ended the tears. “I have two gorgeous naked women on top of me and we are all crying. Fantasies never live up to the hype.” The girls broke into laughter, lovely laughter. I then received lots of kisses and exaggerated cuddles for my suffering. My dick, although still a little sore, had lost its girth and sensitivity. Julie began to dismount.

“Jesus,” Mary exclaimed as she quickly put her hands between Julie’s legs, “I didn’t think you would have any left.” I looked down and saw a puddle of sperm on my stomach, and my wife’s hand quickly filling up from Julie’s pussy. “My husband the porno stud,” Mary said, trying to keep the discharge off the couch and carpeting. I must say I was a little surprised and just a bit proud. No wonder it hurt so much.

It was like I never really knew my wife. I was watching her catching my cum leaking from another woman’s pussy. I had never seen this side of her before. I had never really tried to expand our sexual experiences, but neither had she. Julie had let us loose and she wasn’t done yet.

“We can’t leave him all messy like this,” Julie said, “not after nearly putting him in the grave.”

“We did kind of screw up that male fantasy thing,” Mary added, with a smile directed at me. They both sensually dropped to their knees and began to clean me up with their wonderful mouths. The whole time their eyes were locked to mine. They would giggle when their tongues met and they shared my seed. It was a lovely erotic sight, and kind of scary since I really didn’t want my poor dick to get hard again, at least not right then. When they were done, Mary held up her coated hand and they shared the gooiest, sexiest open mouthed kissing I could have ever imagined in my life. The image burned into my brain. They were sex goddesses, a fantasy on steroids; one was my life, the other my dream. My body was totally spent, but my mind wished for more.

“Was that a little more like you imagined?” Julie said with her deadly smile.

“Way beyond perfect; erotically lovely; you two are goddesses of love.” Corny, I know, but factual. I did say it with enough emphasis that they seemed quite happy with their efforts.

Mary sighed, seeing the adventure coming to an end. “So what’s the name of your bastard ex?” she said, changing the subject completely.

“Terry Brindle,” Julie said hesitantly. Mary went to the side of the couch and grabbed her purse. She removed her phone and a little black book.

“Let’s see if we can’t hurry things along.” It suddenly felt strange sitting in the apartment with these two women, all of us comfortably naked. What a difference a day can make. Mary made a call to a number she found in the book.

“Who is she calling?” Julie whispered to me.

“I have no idea.” Which I didn’t. Someone obviously answered.

“Can I speak with Mr. Karpasky, please…he will take my call. Just tell him Mary Watson is calling.”

That was her maiden name. I was now really curious about who she was calling. I had heard the name before, but I couldn’t place it in context. Mary was tapping her foot while waiting for a response.

“Yes, it has been a long time Bobby. It’s good to hear your voice too…No, I am still married…Yes, I still love him…”

She smiled at me while she said that. Bobby Karpasky. It didn’t sound right. I kept trying to jog my memory but, something wasn’t lining up.

“Bobby, stop that, I really love him….Look, I called because I need to call in that favor…Things happen, you were right, I was wrong, I am calling it in now…No, no, it’s not for me…I have a dear friend whose ex is giving her some problems …”

She looked at Julie and smiled.

“No, no, they’re just breaking up, but he has hidden the money and refuses to complete the divorce. He has left her and their daughter high and dry for way too long…Bobby! He is a bastard, but you know I wouldn’t call you for that. No hospitals, just some persuasion. She just wants an equitable divorce in a timely manner. Hell, most of the money is hers anyway…”.

Hospital? Shit, it hit me then. Robert Karpasky had been in the papers, accused of being the head of a large crime syndicate. What else do I not know about my wife?

“Thanks Bobby, his name is Terry Brindle and he lives at…”

Mary looked at Julie with a prompting gesture. Julie stated Terry’s address and Mary repeated it into the phone.

“Thanks Bobby, I really appreciate it….No, you can’t come for a visit …Dammit, Bobby, my husband is standing right next to me…No, absolutely not…You would renege on your word?…Whatever happened to your honor?…Well, okay, but you better not fuck with him…”

She handed the phone to me. “He wants to talk with you,” she said reluctantly. Dumbfounded, I stood up and took the phone to my ear and said hello.

“You are one lucky son of bitch!” he said, and hung up. I looked at the phone then handed it back to Mary.

“What did he say?” she asked.

“He said I was a lucky son of a bitch,” I replied, and shrugged my shoulders. Mary smiled.

“I’m the lucky one,” and she gave me a loving embrace.

Julie asked, “Mary, what did you just do?”

“I sped things up for you. Bobby has a way of making things work on schedule. I just put your ex on your schedule.” She smiled, pleased with herself.

“I recognized that name. I can’t have you beholden to a man like that. Not for me.” Julie’s concern showed on her face.

“Nah, he was beholden to me. He owed me one, and I was just calling in the marker. Never thought I would, but I kept his number just in case.” Mary said matter-of-factly.

“And why did he owe you?” I asked, with a tinge of jealousy.

“Oh don’t worry, honey, he was just an old flame from my wilder days. Just before I met you, come to think of it.” She was getting thoughtful. “I was his alibi for an incident that he had nothing to do with. Kind of risked hell with my parents when I told the police what he and I were actually doing. He told me he owed me one, and now he can pay me back.”

“And what were you doing?” I asked.

Mary smiled “One day, when we are alone, I will tell you in great detail. But, not until this is ready to work again,” she said, as she lightly caressed my cock. I basically just figured out that my wife had had wild sex with a crime lord who still seemed to have the hots for her, and that simple caress erased all my jealousy.

“I think I will be a lot better tomorrow,” I said with a grin.

“This was just sex, Mary; you didn’t have to get involved with my problems,” Julie stated uncomfortably.

“That wasn’t just sex for us, sweetie.” She leaned in and gave Julie a kiss on the cheek, “Even if I never saw you again, I would still consider you a dear friend. I have held back with Chuck because I feared he wouldn’t respect me, and Chuck held back for the exact same reason. Chuck was right when he called you a therapist.” Julie was crying again. Mary embraced her, and I embraced them both.

“I thought I would have to move back in with my parents. My life was so fucked up,” Julie whimpered.

“Well, I think Chuck agrees with me that you can stay as long as you need to straighten things out, even if Bobby fails to come through,” Mary said while caressing Julie’s back.

“Absolutely!” I said, way too quickly, “Those eviction talks tear me up inside. There’s no way we’re putting you out on the street now.” I still couldn’t believe that I was having a group hug with two naked women and I wasn’t trying to hide my junk. It felt natural. I was feeling kind of like a stud hugging my two women. I felt it was a good time to straighten up my cluttered mind a bit.

“So why did you pick the name Ethel? Kind of a weird alter ego this day and age,” I asked with obvious interest. I was learning a lot about my wife, and I thought this might give me a bit more insight.

Julie laughed, “What? Did you want her to use Fred?” Mary began to laugh, sharing another private moment with Julie at my expense. Fred…Ethel…ah, the light bulb went off.

“I Love Lucy,” I grinned, as I finally realized the link.

“You better not!” Mary said sternly, followed by more of Julie’s laughter. You get two in-sync women together and the sole male becomes a plaything for their mind games. Mary hugged me to prove they didn’t mean harm. Damn, I married a smart woman.

“I fear we have made quite a mess of your apartment. We should help you straighten up.” Mary said, looking around.

“Absolutely not! I haven’t had guests in a while, and it will be kind of therapeutic for me clean up after. Kind of like getting back to the real world.” Julie smiled as she looked at the state of living room. “You just get this lovely man cleaned up into and bed. I suspect he may sleep for a week.” She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a wicked sexy full-mouth kiss. God, I felt like a stud. Yes, I had already begun ignoring my earlier non-manly behavior.

“Come on stud,” Mary said, reading my mind as she pulled me off Julie. “Get your clothes on. Every wet dream has to come to an end.” Mary and Julie shared a look laced with a smile. We dressed and said our goodbyes. They were mixed with a lot of hugging and delays, but we finally made it to the door.

“I learned a fun way to get cleaned up, honey,” I said to Mary, trying to hint about a gentle continuation to the day. Mary leaned over my shoulder and silently mouthed a thank you to Julie as we exited. “Oh, really? Does it involve soap?” she teased me as we headed upstairs to our apartment.

Two days later, while I was reading the morning paper, Julie knocked on our door. She was really excited and ran right up to me at the kitchen table while dragging Mary behind her.

“Terry’s lawyer just called. It’s the most amazing thing. He has written up a wonderful distribution and has a judge waiting to adjudicate at my earliest convenience. I asked him if tomorrow was OK. He said he would schedule it immediately. I couldn’t believe how much of the assets I get, and Terry is going to pay for my baby’s college. Terry already signed it and cut a cashier’s check. Of course, the lawyer made me promise that if anyone asked, I would say the agreement was equitable. He was quite insistent about that part. He really seemed concerned that I wouldn’t be happy.” She finally took a breath. Damn, she looked so happy, and was bouncing around while she was explaining.

Julie continued after filling her lungs again. “Thank you so much, Mary. I don’t know how I will ever repay you. Oh, and you have to thank Bobby too. Do you think I should send him a thank-you note? I feel so free. Of course, I will get you guys your money immediately. I don’t…”

Mary grabbed her. “Take a breath, sweetie. It’s wonderful news. We couldn’t be happier for you.” She hugged Julie more to slow her down than anything else. “I’ll convey the thank-you to Bobby. As for the money, take your time. We know you’re good for it. Settle your finances and see us when you’re ready.”

“You two are the best.” She was still bouncing. “My life was crap, I met you guys and now everything is coming up roses.” It was infectious. Mary started smiling, getting kind of bouncy herself. I was just enjoying the happiness. Life was good.

“You know, I have a free day Saturday, and I still feel we kind of cheated Chuck out of his girl-girl thing.” Life was great. My insides jumping for joy yelling pick me, pick me. Mary looked at me and I gave her an exaggerated nod as I could tell she was excited as well.

“That would be wonderful. Want to mess up our apartment this time?” Mary asked with smile.

“Hell no, I’m planning all new furniture now. Might as well give the old stuff a goodbye workout.” I have never seen such a happy person, “let’s get started early, say about 9 AM?” she asked. I was really beginning to like mornings.

“We’ll be there,” I said, before anyone could possibly disagree. Yes, another appointment with heaven, and I didn’t even have to hide it from my wife. Life was excellent. Mary’s eyes were broadcasting her desire as well. It was going to be a long wait till Saturday.

“Good, see you then,” she said, as she bounced out the door. Just before the door fully closed, she poked her head back in. “By the way, I think I am going to be a few days late with next month’s rent.”

Mary looked perplexed. For once she was a little slow on the uptake. Rick, fortunately, decided to handle this. I slammed the paper to the table, stood up and, as sternly as I could, said, “I have ways of dealing with freeloading bitches.”

A light bulb went off in Mary’s head and Ethel added with false bravado, “Just another slut that needs a lesson in timely payments.”

“Oh, goody,” Julie giggled as she closed the door and scampered off.