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Brief Encounters



   By Ed Rider



   The gorgeous woman came over to me at the bar on the last night of the
conference.  She blindsided me because I had been gazing at another woman.

   "I'm trying to figure out your system," she said.

   "What do you mean?" I said.

   "Well, you asked someone to take a picture of our breakout session
yesterday morning and you made sure you stood next to me," she said.  "And
yesterday afternoon, you were looking at me in the bar.  But you've never
said a word to me."

   I looked down at her hands.  "That's because you're married," I said,
which made her laugh.  I liked her laugh.  She didn't try to hold back.

   "That was a good one," she said.  "We both know that's not it.  I've
been trying to imagine what you do with those photos, and most of my ideas
are really perverse."

   "Care to share them?" I said.

   She laughed again.  "You ARE good," she said.  "I see you're married,
too.  Would you like your wife to see those photos?"

   "As a matter of fact, I will show them to her when I go home," I said.
"She's very interested in my work."

   "You don't say," she said and was thoughtful for a moment.  "I think
I've just figured you out.  Maybe you're a genius, not a pervert.  Now I'm
going to blackmail you, so listen carefully.

   "I promise I won't make any trouble for you if you agree to do as I say
tomorrow for the last half-day of the conference.  I'm going to be with you
as much as I can.  I will take pictures of you next to good-looking women,
and you'll take pictures of me next to good-looking men.  Before we leave,
you'll upload the pictures of me onto my laptop.  Got it."

   "All except the blackmail part," I said.  "If you say anything about my
photos, which are totally innocuous group shots, I'm going to tell everyone
the truth, which is that you came over to me tonight and started talking
dirty.  I think I can pass a lie detector test on that one.  As for
accusing me of looking at women across the room, I don't think you'll want
to make yourself ridiculous by bringing that up.  On the other hand, I
think your idea is terrific, and I'm looking forward to working with you.

   "By the way, my name is Val.  I know I've seen you in the building, but
I don't know who you are or which department you work in."



   I saw the woman from work -- her name was Jolie -- a few times at the
office after that.  We nodded at each other but never exchanged a word. 
However, she was at a convention with me five months later, and after the
Wednesday night session, I was sitting in the bar and saw her make a
beeline for me.

   "Val, you have no idea what happened when I showed my husband some of
the photos you took of me," she said.  "I didn't have to say a word.  It
was amazing.

   "For the first two nights, all he had to do was look at the photos, and
we were off to fantastic sex.  On the third night, he wanted me to tell him
about the men.  I could see he was disappointed when I told him I just
posed next to them to get him jealous and excited.  So I started to make up
stories.  I could tell right away that's what he wanted to hear.  You know
what, as I told him the stories, I got as excited as him."

   "That's because you're a woman," I said.

   "Thanks a lot," she said.  "So you tell your wife stories, too.  How do
you come up with them?"

   "That's what I do when I stare at women in the bar," I said.  "It's not
connected to the photos at all.  When I'm taking pictures, all I do is look
for a hot woman to stand next to.  But when I'm in the bar, I look around
and try to spot a sexy woman who's far across the room.  I sneak glances at
her and start imagining meeting her and seducing her or her seducing me in
her room or mine.  Then I start making notes, so I don't forget the story.

   "Sometimes, I see the woman catching me looking at her, and even
returning my glances.  If she does, I get up and leave.  I don't want to
give anyone the wrong idea."

   "You've got a great system," she said.  "I don't think it works for a
woman.  Well, let me tell you something strange.  After a couple of weeks,
I was worried that my husband might really believe me, so I told him that I
was happy about how excited my stories made him, but I wanted him to know
that I would never cheat on him.  You know what he said?"

   "Yes," I said.  "Something like this.  He appreciated your telling him,
but from now on you didn't need to remind him anymore, because it was much
more exciting for him if he could imagine you might really do the things
you were telling him."

   "Right," she said, "and look what he bought me." She pulled out an
expensive miniature camera, one of those spy type cameras that took high
resolution photos but could easily be hidden away in a sleeve or a pocket.

   "We're going to take turns using this at this convention," she said. 
"Deal?"

   "Deal," I said.



   Our company finished buying out a competitor a week after the
conference, and the week after that, the CEO scheduled a retreat for the
acquisition's top executives to get to know us.  It was only a month after
the convention.

   After the first session, I saw my co-conspirator in the bar.  "You know
what my husband said to me yesterday before I left?" Jolie said.  "He said
he wouldn't mind if I seduced you."

   "My wife said the same thing," I said.  "Do you think they talked it
over?"

   She laughed.  "What an imagination you have," she said.  "You know, even
though I never talk to you except out of town, I feel like I know you a
little bit.  You are an attractive man with a good sense of humor, and you
don't cheat.  If I weren't married-

   "And you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever met," I said,
"although I'm sure the fact that you figured out my game is probably more
flattering to you than me telling you that."

   "Not necessarily," she said.

   "So your husband knows about us?" I said.  "I bet it's for the same
reason my wife knows about you."

   "Yes," said Jolie.  "When I came home with all those photos last time,
he said I must not have attended any work sessions.  So I told him how you
helped me and I helped you so we could get quite a bit done in a short
time. He asked a lot of questions about you, but I told him I didn't know
much."

   "After I told her about you, my wife wore me out, she was so excited," I
said.  "I don't think I've ever seen her have more orgasms in one evening.
By the way, Jolie, if this is too graphic for you, please tell me.  I don't
want to be offensive."

   "I'm glad you realize that we could both be fired for inappropriate
behavior," she said.  "You and I are taking big chances.  What if you
suddenly decided you regretted our arrangement and turned me in?  Or maybe
I got angry with you and said something."

   "You're right," I said.  "Even though it would destroy both our careers,
I've seen stranger things happen.  Right now, I totally trust you, but I've
seen people change.  Are you one of those people like my boss who believes
people never change?"

   "No," she said.  "And the proof is myself.  Talking to you and what I'm
doing to please my husband are two things I've never done before.  And I'm
not really sure why I'm doing them.  I get an uneasy feeling sometimes, and
think I never should have started this."

   "I've been feeling strange, too," I said.  "I guess I was naīve in
thinking it was all innocent fun.  When she told me it was OK to sleep with
you, she sounded like she really meant it, not like she wanted me to make
up a story about it.  I'm sure she didn't, but it got me worried."

   "That's exactly the way I felt when my husband spoke to me," she said.
"He didn't come out and say it like your wife did, but I could tell that's
what he was implying.  What are we going to do?"

   "Well, we can't do anything now," I said.  "I think we've been talking
here too long already.  I don't want anyone to see us when we confer."

   "Why don't you come to my room tonight after the evening session," she
said.  "Don't look at me that way.  I will be fully dressed, and there
won't be any drinks, except water.  We can work on our stories together and
get them done fast and you can sneak back to your room."

   "OK," I said.  "We've already got the beginning of the story done, about
our talking in the bar and me sneaking to your room."



   "I'm worried, Val," said Jolie.  It was four months after the merger
retreat, and we were at another large company conference.  She had come
over to where I was eating breakfast alone and asked me to come to her room
so we could talk privately.  We were taking a chance because it was
daytime, and someone could spot me going there.

   "Me, too," I said.  "I think this is the last time we are going to meet,
and I'm not taking any photos at this conference."

   "I hope that works, Val," she said.  "I picked up the phone at least
three times to call you in the last couple of months, but I felt I couldn't
break our unwritten agreement just because I felt trapped.  After the
merger conference, my husband didn't want to hear anything about the men in
the photos.  All he wanted to talk about was you.

   "He was disappointed with my story of our hotel room rendezvous and even
accused me of lying about you, because he was sure we did a lot more than
what I made up.  He wanted to know details about you, about your body,
about your sex equipment.  He's obsessed by you.

   "He said that he never really felt like a cuckold when I was posing with
the other men, but thinking about me and you, he really feels degraded.  I
wanted to slap him and remind him that all my stories were fiction, but he
was so excited when he said the word 'degraded' that I was stunned.  I
didn't know what to say.

   "The sex with him has been great, but the way he talks is disturbing. 
I'm crying myself to sleep a lot of nights.  What am I doing to our
marriage?"

   "My wife craves more information about you," I said.  "She even began
talking about your husband.  She said she'd like to meet him, because she's
sure they have a lot in common.  I said under no conditions was she to try
to contact him.  Then she asked me to take pictures of you naked at this
meeting.  Not just naked, but in certain positions.  She even went to a
porn star's blog and showed me photos of the positions she wanted.  I
couldn't believe it."

   "He wants naked photos of you, too," said Jolie.  "I asked him if he was
bisexual and desired you, but he said, no, all he wanted was photos of you
showing your equipment, both regular and aroused.  He said he really wanted
photos of you having sex with me, but if all he could get was your
equipment, it would help him picture scenes of you and me.  I think it's
time to stop all of this now.  I'm not going to see you again, and I'm
bringing nothing home to my husband.

   "I know he'll be upset, but we have to move on.  He's a wonderful man
most of the time.  But my feelings toward him are different now, and I'm
scared.  I want to go back to what we had before we started doing this."

   "I feel the same way, Jolie," I said.  "I'm just worried what my wife is
going to do when I return empty-handed."



   I was on my third cup of coffee at my desk when Jolie called on Monday
morning.  It was the first time she had ever called me, but I wasn't
surprised.

   "I have to see you tonight," she said in between sobs.  "I'm in such a
state that I had to call in sick.  Can you meet me at the Denny's on the
next block at 8.  It should be mostly empty by then."

   "Yes," I said.  "Last night was a long night for me, too."



   When she joined me in the booth, I could see her eyes were red.  But her
voice was almost robotic when she began to talk.  It frightened me.

   "I thought I knew my husband," she said.  "It was horrible seeing him go
ballistic, but even worse was when he calmed down.  He told me that even
though I didn't tell him your real name, he would find out.  No, he doesn't
want to talk to you.  He wants to talk to your wife.  He accused me of
punishing him although I was the one who was cheating.  I don't know what
to do.

   "I think my wife will find him, before he finds her," I said.  "I can't
even imagine what they will say to each other.  I've never seen her this
way.  I don't know what to do."

   "I'm not giving up, Val," she said as she took one of my hands and held
it tightly.  I looked down at her hands on mine and up at her.

   "Jolie, forgive me," I said.  "You're so beautiful and voluptuous that I
sometimes forget what a wonderful person you are.  Your stupid husband
doesn't deserve someone who loves him as much as you do.  And I'm the one
who started all your troubles.  I feel terrible."

   "Don't say that, Val," she said.  "If I hadn't been so smug about
confronting you that first time in the bar, this would never have happened.
You had your arrangement with your wife, and you both were happy.  But I
had to butt in and put both of us on the road to disaster.  I should
apologize to your wife and ask her to forgive me."

   "That would be a mistake, Jolie," I said.  "The last thing she wants
right now is an apology from you.  She's not herself.  But you're right. 
We have to stick this out and figure out a way to bring them to their
senses." I put my other hand on top of our hands and squeezed them.  She
looked down to the four hands together and then looked me in the face again
and slowly pulled her hands back.



   "What?" she said.  I stared at her and couldn't find the strength to
speak.

   "What?" she repeated.  "What's wrong, Val?"

   "Nothing," I finally said.  She was standing a few feet from me.  "I
imagined what you would look like naked, but my imagination failed me.  You
are the most beautiful and exciting woman I have ever seen.  Until you
undressed just now, I never thought I'd see someone who turned me on more
than my wife, but you're on a whole different level."

   "I'm turning red, Val, so maybe you should start taking pictures now,"
she said.  "It will look like I'm aroused, because I am.  Do you have that
list of disgusting poses your wife gave you?  I'll get on the bed, and you
can read them to me.  Let's get this over with."

   "You don't shave your pubic hair," I said.  "I was sure that you were a
naked oyster down there, but you've got a bigger bush than my wife.  She
calls it her forest, but you've got a jungle.  You have no idea how that
affects me."

   "Yes I do," said Jolie, "because you sound like my husband.  Sometimes
he gets so distracted that I have to lift his head up and remind him
there's more to do.  Come on.  We need to finish this, because we have
early meetings tomorrow."

   "OK," I said.  "I still can't believe I'm doing this."

   "We've been over that, Val," she said.  "When they told us if we didn't
cooperate, they would see a divorce lawyer, what could we do?  You haven't
changed.  You were innocently taking pictures for your wife to please her
and make your sex life a little spicier.  She's the one who has changed,
and my husband -- and me."

   "What are you talking about, Jolie," I said.  "Of all of us, you haven't
changed at all.  You're still thinking about your husband, your marriage,
my marriage, everybody except yourself.  Why are you crying?"

   "Val, you can't see it, but I've changed the most.  If I told you how
much, you would have nothing but contempt for me.  I can't tell you how
much I disgust myself.  But I'll still try to save my marriage.  It's hard
for me to believe my husband and your wife would be willing to end our
marriages over this.  I even thought of calling their bluff."

   "It wouldn't have worked," I said.  "As soon as we sat down with them, I
realized how much in tune they were.  They had everything worked out and
spoke like one person.  It's a good thing we were on our toes, because
otherwise it could have been worse."

   "Yes," she said.  "I'm glad you put your foot down and said nothing was
going to happen until we were at a conference out of town.  They were ready
for us to get together every week."

   "I tried to keep them from going crazy," I said, "but here we are taking
pictures of each other's naked bodies for them, so I wasn't that
successful. But I'm trying to hold the line where I can.  My wife bought me
this expensive camera that's a video camera, too, and she told me to film
you masturbating.  I told her that we never agreed to do video."

   "I'm on the bed and I'm waiting," she said.  "That sounds bad, doesn't
it.  I'm sorry."

   "God, you look amazing," I said.  "I'm so hard, and I want to jump you
so badly right now.  OK, sorry.  Here's the list.  'Number one, have her
lie back on some pillows and spread her knees wide apart so that her lips
open and you can see the rosy color inside.  Take some photos of her whole
body and then use your tongue or have her masturbate until she's moist and
take a few closeups.' I'm not touching you, but I see I don't need to
anyway.  You are already streaming.  Oops.  I apologize."

   After I finished with my list, she picked up her camera and said, "This
will go a lot faster.  Please get undressed."

   "Aren't you going to dress," I said.

   "Not now, I want to finish and get you out of here," she said.  "Come
on, faster."

   "You're getting red in the face," I said.

   "Shut up," she said.  "I see that I'm not going to get any photos of you
when you're soft.  I guess my poses were too much for you.  OK, stand over
there.  Now thrust out from your hips.  Now I give up.  Think up some
poses. I don't know what to do.  He wants video, too.  He would like to see
you come.  I told him over my dead body.  OK, I think that's enough.  Get
dressed and get out of here."

   "May I ask what you're going to do when I leave," I said.

   "No, you may not, but you may guess it's the same thing you're going to
do when you get back to your room.  We are as bad as our spouses?  We're
all disgusting animals, I guess, so we deserve each other." She laughed,
but it wasn't a happy laugh.



   Two months later, we were sitting across from each other at a small
table in a fancy hotel room in our home town.  We were staring at each
other, and I felt as though I were in a trance.  She was crying.

   "What are we going to do, Val?" she said.  "Why are we here with all the
lights and the video cameras on tripods?"

   "It's better than what they wanted to do," I said.  "I couldn't believe
they wanted to film us themselves."

   "But you know that's what they'll demand next time," she said.  "They
can't stop themselves.  And they're so perverse.  I have a list of what I'm
supposed to do to you, but I'm not allowed to tell you.  I have to be
sneaky, so you will be surprised for the camera.

   "Some of it is really degrading and painful, and they've even figured
out that you will resist and told me how to trick you so that when you
realize what's happening, it will be too late.  I'm sure your list has
similar things for you to do to me.  Val, Val, wake up!  Did you hear a
word I said?"

   I shook myself.  "Yes," I said, "I heard, but I've been thinking, Jolie.
I've gone along with everything my wife wanted up to now because I felt I
was the one who started this.  Last time, when you were posing in those
degrading positions, it was painful because I didn't want to be aroused
like that.  I wanted to stop you and just make love to you.  But I've never
touched your body, even when I saw you were naked and excited and I might
have been able to get away with it.

   "And maybe if my wife had said, make love to her and film it, I might
have gone along with that.  But she wants that kind of love only for
herself.  For you, she wants humiliation.  I think that's what finally did
it.

   "She's gone too far.  I don't think she even understands how evil this
is.  I never thought I'd say this, but she's not the woman I married.  That
girl would never abuse and degrade another woman to spice up our love life.
I don't wish her any harm, but I've decided, I'm not going to do these
things to you.  Do you know, her list says I should try to put one hand
inside your vagina and the other one inside your anus at the same time?"

   "One of the things he wants me to do is twist your balls around until
you're doubled up in pain," she said.  "They see those things on the
Internet."

   "I'm not going to do any of those things," I said.  "I respect you too
much.  More than I respect my wife."

   "Then what are we going to do," she said.

   "I don't know about you, but I've decided that I've lost my wife.  My
love for her has disappeared.  I'm not going back to her tonight, and the
next time we meet, lawyers will be there.  There's only one good thing
about this.  We were talking about starting a family next year.  Thank
goodness this happened before any kids were involved."

   "It's so nice that you want children, Val," said Jolie.  "I told my
husband that I want to take a few years off from work to have children.  He
makes plenty of money, and we wouldn't have to sacrifice too much.  But he
keeps putting me off.  I'm scared that he doesn't want children at all."

   "But you must have something special with him, Jolie," I said, "since
you are willing to do what he asks.  I thought I knew you pretty well.  I
was thinking that you would be the first one to stop this.  But I was
mistaken."

   "How can you say something like that, Val," she said.  "I am more
disgusted with myself than you can imagine.  And now you won't cooperate,
so I've lost everything."

   "No you haven't," I said, "Today, I will let you do some of the things
on your list and act surprised.  I'm sure I won't have to fake my pain and
humiliation, so your husband and my wife will enjoy that.  It's my parting
gift to you, to help you hold your marriage together a little longer.  I'm
sure you and he will find someone to replace me.  As for my wife, I don't
give a damn what she wants now.

   "Val," she said, sobbing, "why would you do this for me?  You don't owe
me anything."

   "Let's stop talking and get through this," I said.  "Come on, stop
crying.  The reason you and I met in the first place is because we're
successful executives.  The company knows that we can establish priorities
and achieve our goals despite obstacles.  Your goal is to save your
marriage, and you know what it will take to achieve it."

   "What's your goal, Val?" she said.  "It isn't friendship, because we
will never be friends after what I do to you today."

   "You're right," I said.  "That's not my goal.  What's the first thing on
your little list of surprises."

   "It's one of the most frightening ones," she said.  "We're supposed to
get into the 69 position with me on top.  We'll start by giving head to
each other, and then when you're all aroused and not thinking, I'm supposed
to scoot forward until I'm sitting on your stomach.  Then I begin bouncing
up and down until I knock all the wind out of you and you are helpless. 
Then I fasten your hands to the bedposts with some restraints I've brought.
Then I put restraints on your ankles and pull them back until I can fasten
them next to your hands.  That will bend you over almost double and put
your ass high in the air.  Then I get the lube I've brought and push a lot
of it in your anus.  Then I start putting fingers into you and keep adding
them until I can get my whole hand inside.  Then I'm supposed to work my
hand up you until my arm is inside you all the way to the shoulder.  I told
him that's physically impossible, but I always get the same answer.  He saw
it on the Internet."

   "OK," I said, shuddering.  "That's pretty heavy duty, but I'm taking off
my clothes and getting on the bed.  We'll do it just like they wrote it,
except you won't have to jump up and down on me.  You can pretend to, but
I'll let you put the restraints on me.

   "Jolie, I have no feelings for my wife now, but I hate your husband.  He
has no clue about how lucky he is to be able to just look at you every day.
And then on top of that, there's your warmth, your loyalty, your love.  You
are an amazing woman.  You could make any man fall in love with you and do
anything you asked.

   "At least, I'm going to enjoy looking at you for a few minutes before
the painful stuff begins.  Are you turning on the cameras now?  I am so
hard watching you take off your clothes.  You spoiled it a little by
crying, but I'm sure my wife and your husband will enjoy that.  It really
excites my wife how much we both hate this.

   "There's your amazing bush!  I could just sit in front of it for hours
and enjoy it like a piece of art.  When I get into it in a few seconds, I'm
going to breathe deeply.  I want to remember how you smell and how you
taste, and then I'm going to try to get you to come."

   She lowered herself onto my mouth, and I got to work.  I felt her
respond immediately.  I hoped she would let me pleasure her for a while
before she began following her husband's orders.  I felt her mouth suck me
in, and I was in heaven.  Then she took her mouth off and lifted up her
head.  I felt her body twitch and little squeals come from her mouth.  So
this is what she sounds like when she's coming.  It excited me so much that
I doubled my efforts as she bent down and sucked me back in.

   Suddenly, her mouth was gone, and at the same time, her vagina was
pulled from my mouth.  I heard her scream "Nooooooooooo!" at the top of her
lungs as she jumped off the bed, and I hoped no one was in an adjoining
room or the hallway.  I turned on my side, and I saw her standing next to
the bed looking at me with flaring nostrils and frightened eyes.  She was
trying to breathe in deeply and slowly, as if to keep from
hyperventilating.

   "What's wrong?" I said, but she couldn't answer for a couple of minutes
until she had calmed down.  The look of horror had left her face, and it
was replaced with one of her steely expressions, the kind I saw during
team-building exercises at the seminars.

   "What's wrong?" I said again.

   "Everything's wrong?" she said.  "I can't believe what I almost did.  I
was just going forward blindly, like an employee who knows his boss has
made a terrible mistake but is too frightened to tell her and is going
along even though she knows it will be disastrous for both of them and the
company.  And I would have kept going, because I violated the first rule we
learned in that seminar on negotiating last year.  I didn't hear.

   "I listened, but I didn't hear.  But just now I finally heard.  It was
just pure luck that I heard in time.  I might have heard tomorrow, and it
would have been too late.  Oh my god!  I think I might have killed myself
if it was tomorrow." She began sobbing.

   "What are you talking about, Jolie," I said.  "I don't understand a word
you're saying."

   She tried to stop crying, and finally, with difficulty, she managed it.
"I'm talking about you, Val, you," she said.  "You told me, and I listened,
but I didn't hear.  Will you ever forgive me for what I almost did?"

   "Jolie, you didn't do anything, so how can I forgive you?" I said.  "Now
will you please tell me what you're talking about.  I'm doing this for you,
but I can do without all the drama.  Good, turn those cameras off for now.
We're going to wipe out everything and start over."

   "You're right that we're going to wipe out everything, Val," she said,
"but we're not starting over.  You-you-you said it." She was starting to
cry again.  "Did you mean it?"

   "What are you talking about, Jolie?  I'm lying here naked with a huge
hard-on, and even though you're acting wild, I'm so turned on by looking at
you that I can't stand it.  On top of that, you're infuriating me.  Why do
women talk in riddles?  Why can't they tell men what's on their minds in
words that we understand?"

   "I'm sorry, Val," she said.  "I've calmed down now.  You said something
before to me, and I want to make sure I heard right.  Did you say, that I
was an amazing woman that I could make any man fall in love with me and
he'd do anything for me?"

   "Yes," I said.  "What's wrong with that?  Why should that set you off? I
don't see why-

   "Who is any man?" she said, interrupting me.

   "What?"

   "Who is any man?" she repeated.

   "I don't understand, Jolie?"

   "Who is the any man who could fall in love with me and do anything for
me?"

   "What are you talking about, Jolie, that's just an expression."

   "Are you any man, Val?  "Are you?"

   "I told you it was just an expression."

   "Do you love me, Val?"

   I couldn't reply to that one.  I sat up in bed and looked at her.  She
was shaking, and I started to slide toward her, but she raised her hand
toward me to stop.

   "Why don't you answer, Val?" she said.  "Is it my fault?  I didn't want
to break up your marriage.  That time you were holding my hands at the
restaurant, I realized that I had loved you for some time.  I wanted to
tell you, but I knew that you would be disgusted with me if I did.  You
would figure I was just interested in a cheap affair after all.  I hated
you for being so much better than me.  I knew if I told you my feelings, it
would be the end of ever seeing you.  So I pretended -- even to myself --
that I was just helping us keep our marriages together.

   "The first time we were naked together, I was even hoping that I could
excite you enough for you to forget your vows.  That's why I insisted on
staying naked after you finished shooting me.  I was hoping that something
would happen while I was shooting you.  But you aren't that kind of man,
Val.  You don't cheat and betray.  I was ready to do it.

   "When you told me your marriage was over today, I had a brief moment of
hope.  But I could see that you expected me to stay with my husband.  Why
didn't you try to talk me out of it, Val?  If you had, I might have thought
that you wanted me like I wanted you.  I was scared.  I guess I'm not as
strong as you.  I wasn't ready to lose both you and my husband and be left
with nothing.

   "So I would have done those things to you, Val, because my mind was so
confused that I listened to you, but I didn't hear you.  Don't tell me
about women talking in code.  You men do the same thing.

   "Val, I think you've given me the strength to leave him.  I had good
years with him, and I wish him nothing but many good years with another
woman.

   "So you don't have to worry about me anymore.  Whatever you say, I'll be
all right.  But I need to know, Val.  Don't play games with me.  Don't tell
me something you think I want to hear.  Just tell me the truth.  Are you
any man, Val?  Is that you?"

   "Yes it is, Jolie," I said.  "I don't know if it was love at first
sight, but I know that when we were spending all that time together taking
those photos with your husband's spy camera, I realized that I was a goner.
But I still loved my wife, and I was sure you had no feelings for me, and
even if you did, bigamy is illegal.  So my love had to stay a secret.  And
when I saw you were willing to degrade me and yourself today, I was sure it
was because you still loved your husband and wanted to save your marriage."

   "How can two executives be so poor at communicating," she said as she
walked over to me.  She pushed me down on my back and jumped on top of me
and gave me a deep kiss that lasted forever.  When she took her mouth from
mine, we were both panting.

   "You need to learn how to breathe with your nose," she said.

   "You do, too," I said quickly because I saw her mouth was moving toward
mine again.

   We kissed nakedly for almost 10 minutes.  My erection was bent back
under me.  Finally, Jolie got off of me, and it caught her eye.  "What do
we do now, Val?" she said.

   "Well, you gave me a lot of time to think just now," I said.  "Did you
know that men can be totally into a deep kiss while their minds keep on
going in other directions?  I was thinking we ought to make a video for
your ex-husband and my ex-wife to give them when we tell them about us.

   "But it's not going to be the video they expect.  I want to make love to
my next bride for the first time tenderly.  I want our bodies to become one
and move as one.  I want to give you so much pleasure that you won't be
able to handle it, and I want to watch your body as it tries.  I want to
delay my orgasm until you set a world record for orgasms, and then I want
to explode like a rocket inside you.  I'm even hoping we can conceive our
first child."

   "Is that all?" Jolie said and laughed.

   "No," I said.  "There are some things on those lists they gave us that
I'd like to try, some of the kinky stuff that's exciting but not painful.
But only the stuff that you like, too.  I don't want you to do anything
degrading to you."

   "Unless I want to, my future husband," she said.  "As your wife, I have
the right to do anything I want to do, whether I like it or not."

   "You're getting a little confusing again," I said, "but whatever you
say, I want to hear it.  So if you agree, we'll erase the videos in all the
cameras and start over.  We'll make a wonderful video for them, but we're
not going to give it to them."

   "We're not?"

   "No, they have enough videos of us.  We'll tell them that the video is
not exactly what they wanted, but if they still want to see it, we'll show
it to them at the party to celebrate the divorce decrees, and they can
watch it on the huge projection screen in our home theater.  I'm sure
they'll take us up on the offer.

   "After that, it's for us only.  I don't plan on making any more videos.
After today, everything that happens in our bed -- or wherever we choose to
make love -- is for us only."

   "And if we go out of town, it always has to be both of us," said Jolie.
"No, I take that back.  I trust you, Val, and if you're somewhere without
me, I won't be worried.  And you don't need to take photos and make up
stories.  At first, I used to get excited about the stories for my husband,
but now stories like that stab me though the heart.

   "There's a lot of free time at those company meetings, Val.  If you or I
are at a conference alone, what do we do?"

   "I don't know about you," I said, "but I have a hobby now and an
expensive camera.  I'm going to be taking photographs.  Most of the resorts
have beautiful landscaping and gardens, and I'm going to specialize in
nature photography.  And when I come home, I'm going to bore you with all
my photos."

   "That sounds nice," Jolie said, "but why would I be bored?  I'm sure
your photos will be beautiful."

   "You don't know much about photography, Jolie," I said, "but if you ever
take a class, you'll find out in the first lesson that if a photo doesn't
have a person in it, it's boring.  And you're never going to see one human
in any of my photos." 

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