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"Sunday's Game" - Part 4 of 4
   by CaroleAT


On Saturday Michelle was a wreck. At breakfast she was silent and
when I spoke to her she jumped like I'd spooked her.

"What's the matter with you?  You're as jumpy as a cat."

"Oh, nothing, I just have a few things on my mind."

"Anything I can help you with?" I asked trying hard to conceal
the sarcasm in my voice.

"No, I'm going to a shower tomorrow with Myra," she lied, "and I
was trying to think of a gift to bring.  I have to go out
shopping."

"Ummmm." I answered pretending to be engrossed in my paper. 
Looking at her, I felt pangs of desire.  She was some beautiful
woman and I missed the great sex we used to have, but then the
images of her sucking on Jeff's cock came flooding back and my
prick began to grow under the table.  I reached down and tried to
arrange it to make it more comfortable. I looked at Michelle as
she went on, lying about her day, and thinking about what was
going to happen tomorrow - about George's big black cock slipping
between her ruby lips.  God, this was driving me crazy.

"Well?"  She was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"What?   Oh, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else." I
mumbled.  Yes, I was thinking about something else, alright.

"I asked if you needed me to get anything for you while I'm out."

"I'll go with you." I offered.

"No, I'll be making several stops, Women's stuff and you'll be
bored."

We used to go out on weekends and have fun shopping. If she went
to a ladies store I'd go and watch her try things on and always
suggest something sexy for her to buy. When did that end?

I watched her as she cleaned the dishes from the table and then
gathered her things. In a few minutes she was backing out of the
garage.

I put in a call to Henry to let him know the coast was clear and
he could come over to check out his camera stuff. An hour later
Henry arrived along with Dave and Charles, the X-rated film guy.
We talked about the details of how it would go tomorrow.  There
was no way the crew could get into the house Sunday morning, so I
needed to get Michelle out of the house tonight for an hour or
two so the crew could get in and settled.  They would spend the
night in my attic.

Michelle was gone all afternoon and when she returned she had
only a couple of bags.  She didn't offer to show me what she'd
purchased.   I suspected she'd been shopping for a special outfit
to wear for Jeff tomorrow, and when she had gone into our
bedroom, I slipped out to the garage and checked her trunk.  My
suspicions were confirmed.  There were several bags containing
sexy dresses,  lingerie, and even a pair of shoes with spike
heels..  They must have been six inches long. Very sexy looking.

So much for her reluctance to meet with Jeff and George tomorrow.
 If I'd had any doubts about going through with the film
production, they were erased when I saw the clothes.

That evening, it was tough getting her out of the house. Michelle
wanted me to barbecue some hamburgers and just stay home.  She
said she was tired and needed to get a good night's sleep.  I
insisted but practically had to drag her out of the house.  We
went to a Chinese place, and I excused myself to go to the
bathroom where I called Dave on my cell phone and let him know
the coast was clear to move the crew in.  We'd be out at least an
hour.

When we got home, it was very quiet -  there was no evidence that
anyone was in the attic.  They were very professional.   Even the
little cameras around the house were virtually undetectable.   I
could see several little dots in the corners of the bedroom but
if I didn't know what they were I'd never have been suspicious.

I decided to give the guys upstairs a little thrill, so I
insisted that we keep the lights on while we were undressing. 
Michelle wasn't very receptive to my advances, but I pushed hard
and she finally gave in.   I stripped her nude in the full light
and turned her around so that the camera's could get good
coverage.

Then I lay her on the bed and poured warm baby oil on her and
gave her a long slow massage.  She enjoyed that - since it didn't
require any action on her part so there was no protest.   As she
got more and more excited, I spread her legs and lifted her hips
to give the camera in the corner a full view of her open and wet
pussy.   I had a tremendous hardon and was looking forward to
making love to her.   Slowly, I brought her to an intense orgasm.
  As she calmed down I moved between her legs and started to
mount her to relieve my own tensions.

"Please, Brad, Not tonight.  I'm just very tired."   Then she
turned over and within seconds was sound asleep.  I lay there
awake for a long time, hurt and very angry.

Fuck her!  It was now revenge time. Tomorrow my wife was going to
have a ball while two guys fucked her brains out.   And they were
going to provide me the material to get my sweet revenge and even
earn a bunch of money while doing it. Getting rid of a cheating
wife and making a lot of money in the process - how sweet it is!

Next morning I was up at six - shower, coffee and toast and I was
ready to leave.  But I sat thinking for a long time.  Today was
going to be such an important crossroads for Michelle and me. I'd
already decided, but I could still stop things. What was the use,
Michelle had made her choice. I had to get going.

I went back to our bedroom to kiss Michelle goodbye; it really
was goodbye.  After today there would be nothing left of our
marriage - no going back.  I thought she was asleep, but when I
walked in she was up and putting on a robe.

I don't know what made me do it, but I had to try one more time.
"Michelle, I know things haven't been going well with us lately. 
What the hell, I don't really need to play golf today. What do
you say if we just take off and drive down the coast. We can get
a little motel on the water, a bottle of champagne; spend a
couple of days, just the two of us."

She looked absolutely stunned, "Why, uh, we can't do that.  You
have to be to work on Monday."

"I'll take off Monday.   Come on, let's do it.  We'll have fun, I
promise.  Please Michelle."

"No, I can't. I promised Myra that I'd go shopping with her, and
I have a million other things to do. Maybe some other time. Okay?
Oh, look at the time. You'd better get going or you'll be late
for your tee time."

So. That ended it. Our marriage was over.

I met Dave at a diner. We ordered coffee; Dave a bagel.

After the waitress had served coffee, Dave smiled and said,
"Henry called me a few minutes ago.  Everything is a go.  Your
wife called Jeff ten seconds after you backed out of the
driveway. She was still protesting the black guy coming, but
Henry said she didn't sound very convincing. He says she's
looking forward to doing the two of them."

I was annoyed, "How the hell does he know that?"

"Well, right after she called Jeff, she called her girlfriend,
Janet and told her she was going to do it.   She said she'd never
had a black man before and that she'd heard this guy George was
really hung.   Her exact quote was, "I've heard that you're still
a virgin until you've been done by a black man." Quite a little
wife you have there."

I just sat there feeling a mix of anger, depression and sexual
excitement.

Dave interrupted, "If you'd like, we can go over to Charles'
office.  He's got a video feed there from your house and we'll be
able to watch"

"How the hell did he get that installed."

"He put it in last night, while you were out eating Chinese. Come
on, let's go; I'm excited to see some more of that gorgeous
little wife of yours."

The studio and office that Charles occupied would do justice to a
medium-sized film studio. It was much larger and better equipped
than I'd imagined and there was lots of activity going on. Video
and DVD recorders filled several rooms as they duplicated the
master films he purchased. He also did some filming here. There
were people running all over the place.

A beautiful young receptionist showed us into a small theater and
soon Charles joined us. He gave some instructions on a phone and
the screen lit up showing my living room. It was empty. Charles
spoke into the phone and the feed switched to our bathroom where
Michelle was sitting in a bubble bath. They zoomed in on her face
and I was astonished at the quality of the digital video. It was
very good.

Speaking into a different phone, Charles said, "Lets see some of
last night's tape." The screen went blank for a few seconds and
then came alive with Michelle and me nude on the bed. I was
stroking her to a climax and my erection was very visible. She
was writhing in her orgasm and a few minutes later we all saw her
shake her head and push me away.

"Some little bitch." Charles said.  "She lets you bring her off
and then kisses you off for the night. Nice chick. Well, we'll
see if we can't even things up a bit today."

The screen then switched back to Michelle who was just getting
out of the tub. We watched her as she dried herself and then
shaved her legs, underarms and finally her pussy completely bare.
Jeff's request, according to Charles. Then she put on powder,
lipstick, and perfume; paying particular attention to her breasts
and her inner thighs.  Forgoing any underwear at all, she then
tried on several outfits before selecting a little black thing
that was very sexy. It was black chiffon with a scoop neck and a
full flowing skirt.  She looked dazzling in it, especially when
she put on the six inch spike heels and a single strand of pearls
that I'd given her for our anniversary.

She examined herself in the mirror and nodded approvingly at her
image.  She was ready for her big day.

Charles was a great host.  A lovely young waitress in an
extremely revealing outfit brought us soda, drinks and told us in
a very suggestive voice that we could have anything else that we
wanted, just ask.  I presume she meant snacks, but it wasn't
clear. We sat in the Charles' theater and talked about the porno
movie business while we watched Michelle on the theater screen
pace around our living room. She was obviously very nervous about
the black guy, George, coming today. Had it been only Jeff, I'm
sure she would have been much more relaxed.

A speaker-phone beeped and Charles punched the button to hear,
"Jeff is coming up the walk.  No sign of the black guy."

When the doorbell rang Michelle jumped visibly.   She wiped her
hands of perspiration and then opened the door. We could see the
look of surprise on her face, "Jeff. But...where's George?"

"Well, I knew you were nervous about him...."

"Oh. Well, I was getting used to the idea, sort of. But, I'm glad
you're here. Come in, come in. How are you, darling?" She reached
for him and kissed him warmly.

He pushed past her into the room closing the door, "The neighbors
might see." he explained.   Then he took her into his arms and
they kissed deeply, his hands roaming over her body.  Feeling her
lack of underwear, "Wow, you really got ready for today.  You
look gorgeous and you feel so sexy."

"I wanted to be desirable for you," she breathed. "And I wanted
to look special for you to show me off to George." When he didn't
reply, she pulled him down on the sofa and rubbed her breasts
into his chest, and then kissed him deeply.

Coming up for air she said, "Do you like my outfit?  Too bad
George isn't going to see it."

Charles interjected, "She's brought up George three times.  
Obviously she's  reconciled her fears about being with him."

Jeff smiled at her, "He was very disappointed that you didn't
want him.  I told him you didn't like Blacks."

"Oh Jeff! Why did you tell him that? I don't even know him, but
anyway, I don't feel that way. Honestly, that's terrible. I feel
bad that you told him that."

"Isn't that what you said?  That you didn't want him here?"

"Well, I was a little taken back when you suggested it. But, I
was getting used to the idea. Actually, I was getting a little
excited at the idea of having both of you."

"But you were so angry at me for inviting him." Jeff protested.

"Oh well, that was just because I wasn't prepared for the idea.  
But my friend told me...."   She stopped blushing.

Oh, so you've been talking to your friends about fucking a black
guy?" When she didn't answer, "Then," asked Jeff, "I guess you
really wouldn't have minded if I brought him?"

"Well...No, I guess not."

"Good!" said Jeff, producing a small cell phone.  "Hi George. The
coast is clear, come on over."

"Jeff!" Michelle was annoyed.  "You had this planned all along.
Where is he?"

"At my house.   We thought it better if I talked to you first,
just to make sure.  And anyway, we didn't want the neighbors to
see me and a black guy coming into your house."

In the theater, the speaker phone blurted, "There's a Black guy
coming across the back lawn, he came out of the house next door."

"That will be our friend George." Charles said.

There was a knock at the back door and Jeff untangled himself
from Michelle and got up to answer it. "Hi George, come on in and
meet Michelle.  You're going to love this.  She looks like a
million dollars."

Michelle saw a very handsome Black man following Jeff in from the
kitchen. "George, this is Michelle. Isn't she everything I told
you she was? Michelle, this is my very best friend George."

"Wow, she's gorgeous, Jeff.  Let me have a look." George pulled
Michelle up from the sofa and did a little dance with her.  Then
he twirled her around watching as the skirt flew out showing her
lovely legs.   "Jeff, Buddy! You've found a little treasure here.
 Thank you so very much for inviting me. We're going to have a
wonderful time today."

George pulled Michelle close to him feeling her body up and down.
His erection was growing and he rubbed it against her belly, and
he kissed her deeply on the mouth. Michelle responded to him at
once putting her arms around his neck and pulling herself even
closer. Jeff watched, amused and George explored Michelle's body.
At this pace he'd have her on the floor in minutes.

Interrupting, Jeff asked, "Where's Ron with the gear?

"He's bringing it over now."

"Who's Ron?" Michelle asked.   "And what gear is he bringing?"

"Ron is a friend of mine who's into photography. Last week I took
a couple of pictures of you, but it's clumsy using a tripod, so I
asked Ron to come over and take a few pictures of us."

"Oh no! Not those kind of pictures again!  Jeff, I just won't
have it.  Send him away."

Another knock on the back door announced Ron's arrival. George
went to let him in while Jeff explained the facts of life to
Michelle. "Listen, Sweetheart, the fact is, that we're going to
take pictures of you, and video of you, and as many and as
intimate as we want. And you have no choice. Do I have to keep
explaining to you what's going on here? You either cooperate with
us or I give the pictures I took last week to your husband. Do I
make myself clear. Do I??"

"Oh, Jeff.   Don't do this, please.  Can't we just be here and
make love and enjoy each other?"

"Oh yes, we're going to enjoy each other. And George and Ron are
going to be here and be part of it. Now just get over it!"

Michelle started to cry, but Jeff pulled her close and kissed her
deeply. She resisted briefly but then gave in to him and wrapped
her arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Oh Jeff, I love
you!"

"Ya, right. I love you, too, Sweetheart." he murmured
sarcastically.

I recognized Ron as soon as he walked into the room. "That's my
BOSS, I exclaimed. He's not into photography. He just wants to
fuck Michelle!" Ron was a short, balding man - about fifty I
guess. He had been responsible for bringing Jeff into the company
and also for promoting him ahead of me. Now I guess it was payoff
time for him.

"Looks like the whole company is getting involved." remarked Dave
sarcastically.

Ron was busy setting up his gear and testing his lights. George
found the CD player, put on some music and then pulled Michelle
away from Jeff and started to dance with her. Jeff lay on the
sofa and watched them.

It was starting. Now they were playing with her but very soon the
play would stop and then they would be fucking my wife!

The next hour was all foreplay. George and Jeff took turns
dancing with Michelle. I guess Ron couldn't dance, or maybe he
just liked to watch. But he seemed to enjoy watching,
particularly when George was dancing with her. George would pull
her dress up revealing her bare rear while he pressed his fingers
into her. She was responding like I'd never seen her before.
After a particularly sexy dance, George took her hands and put
them on his crotch. "Take it out." he ordered.

Without hesitation, she unzipped his fly and with difficulty
managed to wrestle his monster cock out of his pants.

"My God! You're huge." exclaimed Michelle. And he was! I thought
Jeff was big but this guy had a monster. His cock was like a
horse. It must have been as big around as my arm and, it seemed
to be at least a foot or more long. Michelle, her eyes wide with
astonishment, was not able to reach around it with only one of
her small hands around it, so she held him with both hands.

"Suck it." he ordered as he pushed her head down.  Ron moved in
with a video camera as Michelle took the head of his cock into
her mouth. It was so large that she could barely get her lips
over it. But she tried. Oh, how she tried. She licked it and
nibbled and stroked his up and down with one hand while the other
caressed his balls. I could tell she was loving this. It was her
first black cock and she meant to make it memorable.

Taking the head out of her mouth for a minute she said to nobody
in particular, "Oh God!  I love this cock. I've never seen
anything like this in my whole life."

George sat in a chair and Ron filmed every stroke of her mouth
over the head of his cock. Ron seemed to be enjoying this almost
as much as Jeff and George. His face was all red and he was
perspiring as though he was really involved in the sex.

This was wonderful. Getting Jeff and Ron on video fucking my wife
was priceless, how sweet the revenge.

Now Michelle was kneeling in front of George. Jeff lay on his
back and slid up between Michelle's legs. His head disappeared
under her black chiffon dress but from her reaction I could tell
he was licking her pussy. Ron filmed the whole thing and focused
in on the large bulge in Jeff's pants.

"I guess we should turn that thing loose," Ron remarked. I didn't
comprehend what he was saying until he put the camera down and
sat on the floor next to Jeff.  He unzipped Jeff's pants and
pulled his cock out.

"Holy shit!" I remarked. "That's my boss. The guy's a fag!"  We
all watched as Ron stroked Jeff's cock a few times and then took
the full length of it into his mouth. He was giving Jeff a
blowjob and Jeff was not resisting. "Jesus, this is incredible.
I'm going to have pictures and videos of my boss giving Jeff a
blowjob! Incredible."

"Looks like they've done this before." Charles remarked.

After a few minutes, Michelle pulled away and remarked, "I'm so
horny. Will somebody please fuck me?"   Then she saw Ron with his
throat filled with Jeff's cock. "Oh my God!"

George stood up pulling her with him, "Let's go into the bedroom
where we have more room." Our cameras followed the four of them.
Ron had retrieved his camera and wiping his chin off, he followed
them down the hall.

As they were walking Michelle, George and Jeff were tearing at
their clothes. By the time they got to our master bedroom they
were all naked. Reaching the bed, they fell into a pile, Michelle
on her back, legs high, Jeff kneeling between them. George,
kneeled at her head and for the moment was content to push the
head of his cock into Michelle's mouth. Jeff pressed the head of
his cock against Michelle's pussy. She was very wet, both from
her own juices and from Jeff's tongue, and his cock slid easily
into her.

"Oh, God! That feels so good," she cried. Jeff began a steady
cadence fucking my wife very hard. She was obviously loving it
because she was matching his strokes by lifting her hips to meet
him.

Charles shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "God this is
incredible stuff. I think we've got a real winner here."

"You really think it will sell?" Dave piped up.

"No doubt about it. This could get us an award at the Porno Flick
convention in Vegas next year. It's absolutely what they're
looking for."

Michelle was sucking as best she could on George's huge tool, and
from the noises she was making she was really enjoying the
fucking she was getting from my neighbor, Jeff. The big screen in
the center kept shifting from camera to camera to get the best
views, and each of the other dozen or so cameras were running on
smaller screens off to the side. It was an amazing production and
my wife was the star of the show.

Michelle began to thrust up harder and her cries signaled her
impeding climax. She made a sound almost like crying with little
yelps each time Jeff's cock plunged into her. Jeff responded to
her excitement and began to build to his own climax. With a
shriek Michelle pulled Jeff to her and lunged several times very
hard into him. He responded by pounding hard into her and with a
loud grunt he poured his sperm deep into her belly. Then,
exhausted, they dropped back onto the bed.

She didn't get much rest, though and in only a very few minutes,
George moved down on the bed. "Let me have a go at her, will
you?" he asked Jeff.

Jeff moved up to Michelle's head, placing his knees on either
side of her head, his cock dangling in her face. She immediately
took his cock into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum from
it.

George, meanwhile was moving into position between Michelle's
legs. He lifter her legs high in the air.

"God, he's big! We need to get this on tape." Ron remarked.

"Jeff, hold her legs apart."  Jeff reached out, took Michelle's
ankles in his hands and pulled her legs up even higher and wide
apart.

"Higher. That's good. Now let me get a closeup of that great cock
moving into her."  Ron was in there with the video camera, light
on filming as George began to rub the head of his cock against
Michelle's waiting pussy lips.


"Oh, God." murmured Michelle, "I don't know if I can do this.
He's so big!"

"I think she's right, George. She's pretty small; you might not
be able to get that thing into her."

"I'll be very careful, but you've got her very lubed up and I
think this is going to work just fine."   With that he lifted the
head of his cock up and down across the opening to my tiny wife's
pussy several times, and then he pushed forward a bit. We could
see on the big screen as the head of his cock started forward
into Michelle. She jumped and yelped at once.

"Ow, that hurts. It's too big, it's not going to fit!" she
exclaimed.

Not to be put off, George continued to push forward, his huge
cock stretching the cuntlips of my wife's pussy wider than they'd
ever been before.

"Ohhh, God, it hurts! Oh, Stop! Please stop." But George wasn't
about to stop. The head of his cock had disappeared into Michelle
and he was steadily making progress, inch by inch. Beads of
perspiration stood out on Michelle's forehead and her breathing
was short and shallow.

"Dave, he's going to kill her!" I exclaimed.

"Don't worry, she's doing just fine," remarked Charles. "I've
seen this a hundred times. She's pretty uncomfortable right now,
but wait a few minutes.  She'll be begging him to fuck her
harder.'

I watched her face as the huge black cock descended a few more
inches into her. She was still gasping but her distress seemed to
lessen a bit. Her breathing wasn't quite so panicked and her
fingernails weren't digging into Charles quite so hard.

His cock was now about half way into her. To Michelle, it felt as
if her whole body was filled with this giant cock. There couldn't
be any more, could there? Just when she felt he was going to tear
her apart, he reversed and pulled his cock out, not all the way,
but just so that the head was inside of her.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked her. She simply moaned
a sigh of relief, which was short-lived because he began his
forward assault again.  This time the pain wasn't as great and
she began to think she was going to be able to handle him.   But
this time he went deeper, much deeper. Much deeper than her
husband, even deeper than Jeff. She could feel his cock pressing
against the very top of her womb, but still it kept coming. It
was stretching and filling her like nothing she had ever imagined
before. She lost all thought consciousness of anything except the
intrusion of this huge cock inside of her. She felt dizzy, she
thought she was going to pass out. Then she felt it pulling out
again, and for the first time she had the beginnings of a feeling
of pleasure.

His cock was wet, partly from Jeff's cum, but also from her
juices.  Her body was responding.  Even though her consciousness
was telling her that something terrible was happening, her body
was responding sexually.

The next stroke was a little faster and it went a little deeper.
There was still pain as her body adjusted, but there was also
pleasure, definite pleasure. Each stroke was a little faster and
a little deeper. After a dozen strokes, George pushed all the way
in. She felt his pubic bone against hers pushing hard. He was
trying to push even deeper, but he'd reached his limit and she
handled it! She'd taken every inch of that huge cock. George
stopped and allowed her body accustom itself to this intruder.

But now, she didn't want him to stop. Now it was clearly feeling
good.  Each stroke felt better and better. She wanted him to fuck
her.

"Please fuck me." she whispered, and then in a louder voice,
"Fuck me, oh please fuck me.  I want it; I need it. Fuck me
hard." And he did.

George was truly a fucking machine. His hips started a rhythm
that drove Michelle to heights she had never known before. She
climaxed almost immediately, and then again a few short minutes
later. But he didn't stop. George didn't stop until she had cum
again and again and again. And even then, he didn't stop. He was
pounding into her with an energy that was amazing. After nearly
an hour of steady fucking, he began to pick up speed and we all
knew that he was cumming. When he came it was huge. He drove into
her hard, brutal. Five, ten, fifteen times. Grunting and cumming,
pouring his sperm deep into her belly.

Michelle couldn't handle the pill. When we made love, she always
insisted that I wear a condom. I hated the rubbers, but I wore
them because she couldn't handle the pill and she didn't want
children. Now, in the space of an hour or so, two men had dumped
full loads of sperm into her belly. I wondered where she was in
her cycle. It seemed a couple of weeks ago that she was feeling
poorly and told me she was getting her period.   I couldn't
remember the exact date, but it seemed likely that she was near a
very dangerous time. I laughed to myself. I wonder if it will be
black or white?

We watched for the next two hours as Jeff and George took turns
fucking my lovely little wife. They hardly stopped at all. They
fucked her every way they could. At one point she was sitting
astride George and Jeff moved in behind her and fucked her in the
ass. She'd never allowed me to do that. I wondered if it was a
first for her. Then she even offered to let Ron fuck her, but
instead he asked for a blow job. She gladly complied. My wife was
now the official office slut, available to anyone.

Dave and I went for lunch, with them still fucking. We discussed
the arrangements of the porno movies, and how it would work.I was
flabbergasted when he told me how much money would be forthcoming
if it was successful. It was an incredible business.

When we returned, Michelle was on top of Ron in a 69 position.
She was sucking his cock and he was licking her pussy. Jeff was
fucking her from behind and Ron was stroking Jeff's balls. George
was sitting cross-legged with the video camera, panning back and
forth.

They fucked all afternoon. George was the star. Ron came once or
maybe twice and then he was done. Jeff did better. According to
the camera crew he came five times. But he seemed pretty much
finished also. But not George. George was fucking with as much
energy as he had in the morning. I could tell Michelle was tiring
but she was still enjoying it.

"He's wearing her out," said Charles. "I'm not sure how much more
of this she can take. I don't thing you'll be getting lucky with
this lady again for a while."

I just smiled.  Lucky?  No, not in the way Charles meant, but it
certainly was a stroke of luck, the way things were turning out.

A few months later.

Everything worked out just as we'd hoped. Better, in fact.
Shortly after that big day, I requested a private meeting with
Ron. His official title was CFO, Chief Financial Officer, and
managing the company's money was his responsibility.

When we sat down he said, "I think I know why you're here.  You
weren't happy that I promoted Jeff ahead of you, but that's just
the way things are.  And I also know that you haven't had a pay
raise for a long time.  Well, I just want you to be patient for a
while. Maybe after the first of the year we can give you a little
raise."

"No, Ron." I'd never been permitted to call him by his first name
and he looked startled when I said it. "No, I'm not here for a
raise or a promotion."

"Well what do you want, then?"

"I want you to fire me."

"What?"

"Yes, I'd like you to fire me and give me a big, fat separation
deal."

"What the hell are you talking about?  Are you crazy?" He was
very flustered.

"No, Ron, I'm not crazy.  And here's a list of what I want. It's
not negotiable, and I want it in writing.  Continue my pay for a
year,  medical insurance for two years, sign over the company car
I'm driving. And, oh yes, I'd like a little bonus. Say a hundred
thousand dollars, payable today."  As I talked I walked over to
the VCR that he had in his office an inserted a tape.  I pushed
the play button.

"You're out of your mind.  Get the hell out of my office, and
while your at it, clean out your desk and get out of the
building. You're fired...." With this last his voice dropped off
as he noticed what was playing on the screen. It was a crystal
clear video of him with Jeff's cock stuffed well down his throat.

A contract was drawn up and signed the next day. It took him two
days to get me the check, but he was good for it. He kept asking
for the videotape so I gave it to him. He was stupid, he never
asked if there were any others. Ya, there were a couple of
copies.

A few weeks later our video, "Michelle Does Her Husband's Boss"
opened in six thousand Adult Motels, Video Arcades and Porno
Stores. It's reception has been phenomenal, and the money is
pouring in.

I was going to send a copy of the tape to the Company President
and to Jeff's wife, but I thought, "What the hell, he's got to be
worried about that, and sooner or later it will happen. Let him
stew in his juices for a while."

It took a few weeks but eventually somebody in the company saw
the film, and bought a copy.  It made the rounds in the company
and eventually, one of the wives saw it.  She gave it to Jeff's
wife who promptly gave it to her lawyer.

So Jeff is gone, from the company, from the neighborhood, from
the town. So is Ron. George is still around and has no trouble
getting a date. Getting a job has been a bit more difficult.

Oh, and as to Michelle. A few days after the event, she and I
watched a home movie. The next day she signed a divorce
agreement, no contest. I gave her the house; I could never live
there again anyway. But, she's going to have to go to work which
she thinks is a big problem.

She told me that she doesn't know how she's going to support
herself, so I gave her Charles' phone number and suggested that
she and George go see him. Maybe she will. I hope so. If she
does, I get a nice percentage of the take.

So, look for Michelle and George in a movie coming soon to your
neighborhood porno theater.


                        -- The End --


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