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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 8 (HMf, MF, nc, oral, anal)
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________

Before Felicia could return to us for another lesson, Thanksgiving was 
upon us.  The four of us celebrated together at the house of which I was 
beginning to think as 'our' house, though it had always been in 
Patricia's family.

I left the roasting of the turkey to Gwen, our cook, who did a 
magnificent job. She roasted two smaller birds instead of one large one, 
putting aromatic herbs in the body cavity instead of stuffing.  The 
result was much tastier and more succulent than the turkey to which I 
had been accustomed during my first marriage.  Still, turkey is not my 
favorite holiday meal and I took it upon myself to roast a couple of 
ducklings.  Yes, I know: fatty, greasy meat and skin, but damnit, it has 
some TASTE to it, especially when stuffed with apples, raisins and brown 
sugar, and basted with a mixture of orange juice, soy sauce, and brown 
sugar!

Patricia and Dolores, after small tastes and polite comments about the 
duck, stuck with the turkey. Felicia and I pigged out on the duck, 
sharing our gluttony and shaking our heads at the narrow-mindedness of 
the ladies.  I also noticed that when the staff ate, the turkey went 
largely untouched!

Dolores and her daughter spent the night, and in the morning, we had 
Walt drop us off in Union Square.  I was never a big fan of crowds, but 
Patricia and Dolores loved shopping on the first official day of the 
Christmas shopping season.  Christmas carols spilled from speakers 
somewhere, bells jingled, and the sidewalks were crowded with early 
shoppers.

We were making our way slowly from Saks to Macy's when a voice called 
out of the crowd.

"Gary? Gary!"

I turned and there was Mary, my ex, looking about twenty pounds lighter 
than when I last saw her, trying to force her way through the crowd. In 
the haze of our declining years together, I had forgotten just how 
pretty she could be.  Mary had always had the kind of fresh good looks 
that went with bobby socks and poodle skirts. Even now, her flipped-up 
hair style looked like something out of 'Happy Days'.

"Mary?" I asked, "What are you doing here?  Uh, Patricia, this is my 
first wife, Mary. Mary, this is Patricia, my wife."

How awkward can introductions get?

Patricia, as always, remained poised and calm, though I knew her well 
enough by now to know that her stress level had just gone up 
dramatically.  Mary was flustered but managed to get through it okay.

"Oh!" she said, "I had heard you remarried! Uh, Patricia, is it? Hi! 
Nice to meet you!"

I couldn't imagine anything being further from the truth, but it's what 
one says when blind-sided by the new spouse, isn't it?

"Mary!" Patricia gushed, and I could have sworn she was sincere, "How 
nice to finally meet you!  Why, Gary, she does NOT have a tail and horns!"

Mary had never gotten most of my jokes, and she was totally unprepared 
for Patricia.

"Tail and...?" she looked at me, eyes wide, "Gary? What have you been 
saying about me?!"

"I'm joking, Mary!" Patricia said, "He actually talks about you very 
little, and when he does, it's mostly complimentary.  You know Gary, 
honest to a fault!"

"Oh!" Mary blushed, "Sorry! Look, I'm in town for a job interview, and 
well, I wondered if I might have a few moments to talk to you, Gary."

"This is really a bad time, Mary." I said.  It wasn't that I didn't want 
to talk to her, but I desperately wanted to avoid offending Patricia. 
"We're kind of on a group outing here. By the way, you remember Dolores, 
don't you?  And this is her daughter, Felicia."

"Oh, uh, hi Dolores!" Mary said, "I was sorry to hear about your divorce."

"Not nearly as sorry as my Priest," Dolores laughed, "and my Mother went 
through the roof!"

"And this is Felicia!" Mary gazed longingly at the young teen, perhaps 
regretting our decision not to have kids, "You are a beautiful young lady!"

"Um, thanks!" Felicia mumbled, blushing.

Mary turned back to me, and in a voice as close to a whisper as the 
crowd noise allowed, said, "I really need to talk to you Gary!  I lost 
my job and this interview didn't go well! I don't know what I'm going to 
do!"

I glanced desperately at Patricia, who rescued me by saying, "Why don't 
you join us for dinner tonight, Mary! You'll have plenty of time to talk 
then!"

I shot her an 'Are you sure?' look, but Patricia just smiled and patted 
the back of my hand as it lay on her arm.

"Oh! That's very kind of you!" Mary replied, "But I wouldn't want to 
impose, and, well, I hoped to speak with Gary in private..."

I fielded that one. "Mary, I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but 
I will not have secrets from Patricia, so anything you have to say to 
me, you can say in her presence. Please, come to dinner. We'll talk then."

"Well, okay." she said, still unsure of herself.

"Where are you staying, dear?" Patricia asked.

"I um, have a room at the Marriott for one more night." Mary replied.

"Excellent!" Patricia said warmly, "I'll send the car around for you, 
say seven-thirty?"

As we parted ways, I turned to my wife and said, "You didn't have to do 
that, but thank you!"

"I'm very pragmatic, Gary." Patricia explained, "I don't believe for a 
moment that she's a threat to our marriage, but if she is, then it's 
best that I know about it immediately.  If, as I suspect, she's not a 
threat, then there's no harm in having her around."

"I've always been honest with you, Patricia." I said earnestly, "I won't 
pretend that, after so many years of marriage, there are no emotional 
ties between myself and Mary, but please believe me when I say that 
there is no way in hell that I'm giving you up for ANYONE!"

She looked into my soul for a few moments, then gave me that dazzling 
smile, the tension draining out of both of us, and said, "Then we'll 
have a pleasant dinner, I'll get to know her better, find out what she 
wants, and we'll take it from there!"

We forgot about Mary for the rest of the shopping trip. Felicia wound up 
buying some clothes on Patricia's credit card, but mostly, it was window 
shopping and enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the Holiday.

Mary was obviously overwhelmed by the limo ride, the house, and the 
dinner, which was served by the household staff.

When we had done eating, we took a 'digestif' in the library, mine an 
excellent single malt scotch, Patricia's a fine cognac.  Mary opted for 
coffee, and the cook brought in a tray of sweets.

"So what's this about you having lost your job?" I said, "I thought your 
boss liked you?"

Mary was an executive admin, and, in my opinion, a damned fine one. She 
didn't have the qualms some younger women have about doing personal 
chores for her boss, because she believed that her job was to make it 
possible for him to be as effective on the company's behalf as possible. 
  She guarded slots on his calendar jealously, made sure he got to his 
thrice-weekly workouts, took care of his expense reports, and made sure 
he got to where he needed to be, when he needed to be there.  Mary had 
even gotten proficient at signing his name on unimportant documents, so 
that others wouldn't see him, with his busy schedule, as a bottle-neck.

"Oh, he did like me," Mary said sadly, "but he was recruited by a 
company that wouldn't let him bring in his own admin, and there were no 
other openings with my company.  In this economy, a lot of executives 
are sharing admins or doing without, and there are a lot of us out 
there, looking."

"But even so," I said, "you should have enough put away for a while, and 
the house was paid for..."

"I used my savings to pay you off for your half of the house," she said, 
"and took out an equity loan to redecorate after you left.  Now I'm in 
debt up to my ears, my savings are gone, and I don't know what to do!"

I thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized that if Patricia 
was willing to go along, Mary might well be the answer to a sticky 
problem we'd been having at one of my wife's companies.

"Let me sleep on it, okay?" I said, "I may be able to come up with 
something to help."

"Oh! That would be wonderful!" Mary said, "Look, Gary, I know you have 
neither legal nor moral obligation to help me on this, but I would be 
very grateful for anything that you can do!"

We chatted a little longer, catching up on the goings on in the old 
neighborhood and swapping tales about mutual acquaintances.

When the evening wound down, Patricia asked Edgar to show Mary out, and 
to have Walt drive her back to the hotel.

When she was gone, my wife turned to me, saying, "Okay, Gary, out with 
it!  I know that look, and you've got something up your sleeve!"

"Well, first, let me reiterate what Mary said," I told her, "I have no 
legal or moral obligation to her, and you certainly are not constrained 
to even give her the time of day.  That said, she may well be the answer 
to our little problem at SyncComp."

"You mean...?" then her face burst into a smile, "Of course! He doesn't 
know her, and she's gone back to using her maiden name. She can't be 
threatened by him if she goes in with her eyes open and knows we'll back 
her up, and if we play it right, we'll not only get a sticky problem off 
our hands, but a nasty predator will wind up in jail!  You're a genius!"

"We also serve, who sit and think." I said, with mock humility. "But we 
also need to come up with something more permanent for her.  If this 
works, she'll be out of a job again in a couple of months or less."

The CEO of SyncComp was rumored to have made unwanted advances to two of 
his former admins.  They were afraid of his connections, though, and 
refused to testify against him. One after the other, they had left him 
and now the job was open. We hoped that Mary's qualifications would get 
her in, and that her newly trim figure and attractive face would be the 
bait for a trap.

The next day was Saturday, and we arranged to take Mary to the airport 
in the limo. On the way, we explained what we had in mind.

"I can't do that!" Mary exclaimed, "If word gets out that I ratted on my 
boss - even if he's a rat himself - I'll never be able to get another 
job!  This position is all about trust, and no one will trust an admin 
who got her boss in trouble with the law!"

"That's exactly the threat he's used to keep the other victims quiet." I 
told her, "Until someone speaks up, he'll continue to get away with it. 
But you have an advantage - you're guaranteed a soft landing.  Patricia 
and I will see to it that you either have a job or that you don't lack 
for money for the rest of your life. This guy has to be stopped, Mary, 
and you're the one who can do it!"

"I would consider it a personal favor, dear." Patricia said, and when 
she did, you knew she meant it and that she took personal favors VERY 
seriously.

"Are you sure nothing bad will happen to me?" she asked.

"We will do our best to make sure that doesn't happen." I said, "We'll 
have the police involved and you'll be wearing a listening device at all 
times. Someone will always be nearby in case of trouble."

"I guess I don't have much choice, do I?" Mary said reluctantly.
_______

Sunday, after church, Felicia called to ask if she could come over, and 
since we had nothing planned, we agreed.

This time, Patricia insisted that the little teen seduce me. I sat on 
the bed, trying to be as cooperative as possible, as those small, 
trembling hands fumbled with buttons and zippers, totally unfamiliar 
with men's clothing.  There was nothing immature about the way Felicia 
kissed me, however!  Her soft, pliant lips melted against mine, and her 
little tongue, quick as a bird, darted about the inside of my mouth.

Following Patricia's directions, Felicia nibbled her way down my neck to 
my chest.  On a whim, she took a chunk of my pect between her teeth and 
gave it a delicious nip, before making her way to my nipple.  Now, there 
my be he-men out there who think that nipple play is for girls and 
faggots, but I've got to tell you, when a pretty young thing starts 
licking, sucking, and biting at my nipples, I don't care what it looks 
like! It feels GOOD!

Felicia worked both of my nipples over thoroughly, and by the time she 
moved southward, I was rock hard!

  I've had blowjobs by some of the best. Certainly, my lovely wife ranks 
very high on that list, but something about the tentative way that young 
lady took me in her mouth, and how she gradually warmed to her task, 
following Patricia's directions, made me incredibly horny! Her technique 
needed a little polish, but the innocence and shyness with which she 
sucked at my pulsing rod more than made up for her lack of experience!

Try as she might, Felicia just could not get me past the restriction of 
her throat.  It wasn't her gag reflex getting in the way. My shaft 
couldn't even go deep enough to trigger her gag reflex!

No matter, the eagerness of her attempts, and the very fact that my 
middle-aged cock was embedded in the mouth of a fifteen-year-old soon 
had me on edge!  With a little more roughness than I intended, I grabbed 
a double-handful of the teen's wavy black hair and lifted her forcibly 
off my cock.

"Unless you're prepared to swallow my load, young lady," I rasped, 
"you'd better back off for a while!"

With a wicked grin, the little demoness forced her tiny mouth once more 
over my glans. I heard Patricia whisper in her ear...

"Bite!" she commanded, "Hard!"

Felicia looked at her in alarm, out of the corners of her eyes.

"Trust me, dear." Patricia smiled, "I don't want him damaged any more 
than you do. Do as I say!"

With that, those perfect white teeth clamped down on my shaft about an 
inch below the head. That did it! Felicia didn't break the skin, but the 
pressure, and the thought of what COULD have happened, boosted me into 
orbit! My rocket blasted into the tiny teen mouth as my guts forcefully 
pumped out every last milliliter of fluid they could scrape together!

Like the trouper she was, Felicia gulped and swallowed, gagging a little 
as I got ahead of her, but when I had finished spasming, she lifted her 
head, looked me in the eye, and lasciviously licked her lips. Patricia 
didn't teach her that! That was the natural-born tease in her!

"There!" My wife said, "Now he won't be so likely to cum again very 
soon, and you can have a nice, long leisurely screw! You'll especially 
want to remember this with younger guys.  They tend to have hair 
triggers unless you relieve the pressure a little for them."

"But now he's going soft!" Felicia cried, "How's he going to fuck me 
like that?"

"I don't know who told you boys can only get hard once, dear." Patricia 
lectured, "Now that you've relieved the pressure, it just means he'll 
have to work harder to cum the second time. All you have to do to get 
him started, is continue what you were just doing.  Remember to stop 
once he's hard, though, if you want to feel that thing inside you today."

It didn't take long. Ever since I met Patricia, it was almost like I was 
on a Viagra drip.  Our sexual escapades were so exciting that I seemed 
to have regained the libido I had at twenty!

My sexy wife shed her own clothes as Felicia got me hard, and when the 
young lady figured I was hard enough, Patricia told her: "Get on your 
hands and knees and get me ready, Felicia dear."

Felicia obediently knelt to use her mouth on Patricia, and I knee-walked 
between her legs, approaching her upthrust buttocks.  The crinkled 
little ring that winked at me from the valley between her cheeks was 
quite inviting, but that was for a later session.  I tested the 
schoolgirl's vaginal opening with a gentle finger and found it to be 
well and truly lubricated.  Without further ado, I introduced my rampant 
cock to the twitching little mound that had for so long been just out of 
my reach - a promise that could not be fulfilled, until now.

Ever so slowly, mindful of the fact that mine was only the second cock 
to find its way into that tight, hot little tunnel, I inched my way, in 
fits and starts, deep into Felicia's little belly.  She was more 
relaxed, so I was able to go deeper than Patricia had before the initial 
resistance of her youthful flesh stopped me.  I held my ground, still 
with two or three inches to go, and flexed within her.  Each time I 
flexed, Felicia moaned around Patricia's cockhead. Soon, though, she 
began pushing back in little lunges, taking me a fraction deeper each time.

"That's enough, dear," Patricia said, gently withdrawing from Felicia's 
mouth. "Would you like to see one of the primary reasons I'm grateful to 
have been born with this big dick?"

Felicia nodded.

"Then watch our reflection in the mirror, sweetie." My wife said softly. 
"Before I met Gary, I have to admit to having ambiguous feelings about 
this.  My hunk of a husband, though, has allowed me to be all that I can 
be, in ways those Army recruiting commercials never dreamed of!"

Taking a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, she quickly 
lubricated the subject of her soliloquy.

"Now watch in the mirror, Felicia." she said, kneeling behind me as I 
bent over the teen's back. "This is SO sexy!"

The mirror was on our left and we were almost in profile. I had, of 
course, become quite accustomed to having Patricia's big prick up my 
butt, so it went in smoothly, with only a minor twinge or two, all the 
way to the hilt.  Truth to tell, this had become one of MY favorite 
things, too.  Unless we were playing a scene of some sort, my lovely 
wife's plundering of my fundament was always done with so much love and 
affection that having that warm, hard, velvet covered pole inside me was 
not only sexy as hell, but somehow comforting!

"Ohmigod!" Felicia muttered as she watched me being impaled in much the 
same way as she was, "That is SO COOL!  Doesn't it hurt, Uncle Gary?"

"Used to, a little." I replied, panting, "Now, it just feels big and 
warm, and the fact that it's my wife's penis just does things to me 
inside that you can't even imagine!"

"Maybe, but from the way you just got harder inside me," she said, "I'd 
have to say I believe you!"

She was right! Suddenly, she felt much tighter around my shaft!  As 
Patricia started to move inside me, Felicia began bucking back at me, 
never taking her eyes off the mirror.

"Oh God!" she moaned, "Every time you push in, Aunt Patricia, his thing 
jumps inside me! That is so SICK!"

(For those of you who don't have teenagers, 'sick' is apparently a good 
thing, these days, sort of like 'bad' was a couple of decades ago!)

I don't think I've ever had a running narration of a fuck before, but it 
was all so new to Felicia that she felt she had to tell someone about 
all the marvelous new discoveries she was making!

"Oh!" she cried at one point, "You're all the way inside me! Aunt 
Patricia, it feels like Uncle Gary's dick is pushing against the bottom 
of my lungs! Oh damn, that's hella good! You look SO hot screwing his 
butt like that! I wish I had a dick so I could do that! Oh yeah! Do that 
some more! It feels like you're stirring up my guts, Uncle Gary! So 
DEEP! Oh GOD! Here it comes! OH OH OH OH OH OH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Felicia nearly squeezed the blood out of my dick when she came, but 
thanks to her having fellated me earlier, I never paused. I gave 
Patricia a rest and took over the fucking, impaling myself on her cock 
on the outstroke, and burying myself deep in my young 'niece' on every 
incursion. Felicia never came down from that first orgasm.  As my 
assault intensified, so did Felicia's orgasm! I took her tiny pink 
nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled them away from her 
chest, rolling them between my fingers for good measure. Releasing one 
nipple, I let my hand drift down her flat little belly to her almost 
hairless cleft.

When I found, and gently stroked, her little bud, Felicia screamed at 
the top of her lungs! Her muscles spasmed, and the little schoolgirl 
lifted me and my wife bodily off the bed as her legs straightened 
involuntarily!  When she collapsed, face down on the bed, I followed her 
down, almost losing contact with Patricia's cock.

As Felicia lay there, gasping, her legs spread obscenely, I began a 
series of long, deep strokes. Those fragile little hips cocked upward to 
give me access, and I went even deeper! Patricia simply held still above 
me and let me fuck myself as I pounded our little 'niece'.  Without 
warning, my lovely wife slammed hard into me, blasting my guts with the 
molten lava of her discharge! This, in turn, caused me to crash into 
Felicia's buttocks and fill her womb with my own eruption! Damn! I 
thought I would explode! Tiny muscles inside me milked my sexual glands 
of every last drop of slime!

As the last dregs dribbled into our teen lover, I rolled sideways, 
pulling Felicia with me so that I could remain inside her without 
crushing her under our weight. Patricia's cum was still pumping into me, 
filling me with that indescribable feeling that few men ever get to 
experience with a woman!

As we cleaned up, taking a communal shower, my lovely wife told Felicia, 
"Next time, we'll strap a dildo on you and let you see what it's like to 
fuck a man in the ass."

"Ooooh!" Felicia cooed, "I can't wait!"

"Well," I said, "turn about's fair play.  You screw my ass, I screw 
yours...!"

"You can't be serious!" she cried in alarm, "There's no way you'll fit 
up there!

"Sure there is, dear!" Patricia said, shoving a wet finger in 'there' 
for emphasis, "We just have to take our time and get you ready properly. 
  I have a feeling you're going to just LOVE it!"

 From the way the little girl undulated on my wife's finger, I had a 
feeling she was right.

_______

I used my own connections to get Mary's resume in the right hands, 
keeping Patricia out of it.  The interviews went well, and Mary was 
hired a month and a half later.

We contacted the police about our suspicions and our plans, but the 
'wire' they wanted her to wear would be far too easy to detect, so we 
convinced them to let her use one made by one of Patricia's companies - 
a SyncComp subsidiary, actually.  The device was microscopic and didn't 
have much range, but a repeating transmitter disguised as a lipstick was 
in her purse.  It had a range of about half a mile.

The cops coached Mary on how to act and react.  We let them in one 
weekend before the start of Mary's employment to install surveillance 
equipment in the executive suite.  There was, conveniently, construction 
going on in the lot next to the SyncComp building, and the cops were 
able to set up a trailer on the site that just looked like another 
contractor's temporary office.

"Okay, Mary," the lead detective, Chase, coached "just to be sure, tell 
me again what you're going to say if you think you're in trouble."

"I'm going to say 'Stop this right now!'" Mary dutifully repeated, then 
added, "And please do! This guy gives me the creeps!  I wasn't sure I'd 
make it through the interview the way he kept staring at me!"

"We will, Mary." Chase assured her, "But please try to let us get as 
much incriminating evidence as you can before you call us in, okay?  If 
we don't get enough to take this guy down, all of this is wasted time 
and effort."

Mary nodded, then swallowed hard.

Patricia and I insisted they call us when anything happened and 
Detective Chase promised they would.

For the first three weeks, nothing untoward occurred.  Mary's new boss 
was the soul of decorum, and she began to relax, thinking it had all 
been a mistake, that maybe he liked to look but wasn't about to do anything.

Then, a little after six on a Friday evening, the first week of 
February, we got a call.  I drove us down in my car and we wore jeans 
and work shirts to avoid attracting attention.  As we entered the 
surveillance trailer, we could hear Mary's trembling voice through the 
monitors.

"Please don't do that, Mr. Hansen!" there was a little girl quality to 
her voice that I had never heard before, "It's not right!"

On the monitor, Hansen had her trapped face first against the file 
cabinet in her office, one hand down her blouse, inside her bra, the 
other down the back of her pantyhose, her skirt pulled up around her waist.

"Nobody's here, Mary," he said, as if giving dictation, "and if you ever 
say anything to anyone, I'll see to it that you never work again! I have 
a lot of connections in this industry, you know!"

"Please, Mr. Hansen!" she cried, "I won't say anything, just let me go!"

"Let you go?" Hansen growled, "You've been flirting with me ever since 
you got here! I know what you want, you little whore! Now you're going 
to get what you've been asking for!"

With that, he tore down her panties and pantyhose, holding her against 
the filing cabinet with one hand as he freed his erection from his 
trousers.  Mary sobbed, but said nothing as he forcefully slammed into 
her from behind!

"This is good stuff!" Detective Chase said, "With this, not even the 
best lawyer in the world will be able to get him off!"

Patricia and I looked at each other.

"Why doesn't she call them in?" I whispered to her.

"Did you notice?" Patricia said, "She had no trouble taking him! No 
scream, and he went all the way in with one stroke."

"She's turned on!" I finally got it, "She's getting off on this treatment!"

Patricia nodded, and we went back to watching the monitors with new eyes.

Even when Hansen grabbed her by the hair and threw her face down on the 
desk, Mary didn't use her safety phrase!  She screamed as Hansen plowed 
her ass, but it wasn't until he tried to force his dirty cock into her 
mouth that she finally said "Stop this right now!"

"GO!" Chase shouted into his radio, "GO! GO! GO!"

The uniformed cops who had silently gathered in the corridor outside the 
office burst through the door, weapons at the ready, and Hansen stood, 
dumbfounded, his pants around his ankles as they cuffed him.  For good 
measure, they took pictures before pulling his drawers up over his 
filthy, wilted cock.

We had Walt bring Edgar down to the police station to meet us. Edgar 
drove my Buick back to the house with instruction to have the staff 
prepare a room for Mary, and to bring her things from the apartment she 
had been renting while waiting for the house in San Diego to sell.

When the police were finally finished 'de-briefing' Mary, they released 
her into our care.

"Thank you, Mary." Chase said, "You were very brave to hang in there and 
let us get the goods on this guy!"

We bundled Mary into the limo and Patricia held her as she sobbed almost 
all the way back to the house.  We put her to bed and Patricia led me 
into the library, locking the doors behind us.

"Gary," she said, "we need to talk."

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