Author: storyace, ace

Title: Burning love

Part: 1 of 1

Summary: Wade owns the general store in a small town. He's married to the most beautiful
girl in the county. But Donna soon wants more than he can offer her, and she betrays him.
A story with a twist or two, pain, despair, pleasure, and hope.

Keywords: M/F, M/F, voy, cheat, wife, cuckold



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Burning love;

I was born and grew up in Milton.

It's a small town; not so small that everyone knows everyone, but small enough that most
people know most people.

When I married Donna, she was 22 and I was 35.  But I'd known her since she was a kid.

She was a beauty; there weren't many beauties in Milton, not available ones anyway.  I was
a fairly eligible bachelor myself, since I'd inherited the general store from my dad. I'm
no Brad Pitt, but I'm not unattractive to the ladies.  I'm of medium height, in good
health, and I'm told I have "penetrating eyes". I was one of the small percentage of
people who had enough in our depressed area.  I wasn't wealthy by city standards, but in
Milton, I was a bigshot.

Donna had been around; she lived with Earle for a couple of years, and then with Ethan for
a while.  It was like that in our town, not only did most people know most people, half of
them had slept with half of them at some point.

I remember the night we first made love; the night I picked her up.

I'd been waiting for her to break up with Ethan, and then when she did I was looking out
for her.  Well, I guess most of the guys in town were.

Anyway, she walked into the bar [we only have one bar].  It was summertime, and she was
dressed in a flimsy cotton frock.  Her eyes scanned the room, and stopped at me.  She
smiled; I smiled back.

As I said, I'd known her since she was a little girl.  I'd flirted with her since she was
17; we sat together at the back table.

I knew we were going to sleep together; it was all in her eyes on that first glance. She
had come down to look for me. I'd been waiting for her. These things are never said aloud,
but that was how it was.

Donna was slim with medium-sized breasts.  Her ass was perfect, her legs wonderful, her
hair lustrous, and her face the most beautiful in town.  We were both single; the first
time we had both been available at once.  We flirted and drank, as our friends and
neighbors watched and envied us.  When we left together, we knew what everyone would be
saying and thinking; Donna's gone home with Wade.



Neither of us knew whether it would work out of course; we went back to my place to enjoy
some nice recreational sex, both of us keeping an open mind. Yes, I was considerably older
than Donna, but Ethan [whom she'd just split up with] was a decade older than I was.

We kissed for the first time outside my front door.  I was surprised how excited I was;
I'd been with a few women by then, but I'd wanted Donna for a long time.  I took her hand
and led her upstairs to my apartment over the store.

As I said, she wasn't wearing much.  Her body was beautiful, but it was her eyes that
captivated me.  Holding her slim body in my arms, her firm young breasts pressed against
my chest, was the most exciting thing had that ever happened to me, actually; I hadn't
realized how much I'd wanted her.  Even in the heat of our first lovemaking, I couldn't
help but wonder if she would stay with me, and if so, for how long.

Her fingers tracing across my bare chest were icy hot; she cooked me and chilled me.  Her
hair was thick, healthy, styled, and brown.  Her skin was pale and perfect.  Her hands and
feet were soft, small, and flawlessly manicured.  She was a touch of sophistication in
this hick town, a purebred amongst the mongrels.

We kissed on my sofa, holding hands. Her mouth was soft and sweet. We were in no hurry, we
took our time, enjoying the thrill of our first time together.

I had to stop from time to time just to look at her; she was that pretty, a prize worth
waiting for.

Item by item, our clothes fell to the floor, until we were naked.

Her body was flawless; her skin glowed with the luster of her youth and my infatuation.
Her breasts stood full and proud, large for her small frame. I kissed her nipples and
stroked her back, my hands seeming suddenly rough and crude in contrast to Donna's
fineness.

Still sitting on the couch, her hands went to my stiff cock; a warm wave passed through me
as she fondled me gently, smiling in that sweet way of hers that had driven me wild for so
many years already.

Hand in hand but in silence, we went to my bedroom.

I lifted her ankles and rolled her over backwards so I could lick her for a while before I
moved my cock to the lovely little place between her thighs.  It didn't matter that I
wasn't the first man there; it only mattered that I was there at last.

My hard length slid into her easily, like a sword into a scabbard that was made to fit it.
Donna and I seemed to fit together just about right; her small body molded itself to me,
her tight little hole gripped me in it's wet embrace, filling my entire being with
euphoria greater than I'd known with any other woman or girl; because it was Donna I was
coupled with this time, at long last. The beautiful Donna, the girl all men in Milton
fantasized of, the woman I wanted to be mine.

She groaned and clutched at me as we copulated together, my stiff cock aching in wonderful
pure pleasure.

I made her come first; the sight of her heaving below me was magnificent as my dick stood
invincibly inside her, ruling her, the object of my desire. After a while, I ejaculated
into her gorgeous body, the orgasm unimportant compared to what it represented.

Donna spent that night in my bed; and the next night as well.  In fact, she slept every
night in my bed from that point onwards.

I invited her to move in; my heart nearly leapt out of my chest when she agreed.

I drove my truck down to her mothers place and picked up her stuff.



She was the first woman I ever lived with.

With my previous lovers, it had been the first sex that was really exciting, tapering off
into familiarity and then boredom. In contrast, the first night with Donna was somewhat
mundane [probably due to the alcohol we'd had], but grew in intensity for the first month.
We came to know each other, what pleased each other; Donna loved to be massaged, for
instance, especially her feet. She was the first woman I'd been with who seemed to
actually enjoy giving head; I'd never known pleasure like that before. Watching my cock
slide into her lovely face, her hair tickling my thighs as the warm wet ecstasy took
control of my nervous system was an addiction I embraced with enthusiasm.

It wasn't all smooth sailing; we had fights and a breakup or two. But we always made up
within a day or so, and it just seemed to confirm that we had something real going on
between us.

She started to work in the store with me; after a couple of years, we got married.

I did everything I could to make her happy; a smile from Donna, my lovely young wife,
would light up my day.  If she was moody, I didn't feel right.



You always hear about rotten Mondays; but the Monday morning we came back from vacation to
find the shop burned down was a Monday to end all Mondays.

I went into shock; the pain was too much for me. My whole life was in that building,
everything I owned [except my truck and a change of clothes]. Every memory, all the
efforts of my life, my father's life, and even some of my granddad's. There was nothing
left but charred wreckage and the stare of the fire marshal.



My memories of the period are a bit foggy; where had we been?  Upstate for the weekend.
Was I insured?  Yes, of course.  Had I set the alarm before we left?  Yes, certainly.

Donna drove me someplace we could stay.  I hardly even noticed that it was Ethan's house.
The home of her previous lover.

I knew Ethan, of course; I wouldn't say he was a friend of mine, but I knew him.  He was
one of the wealthiest men in the county, and he had a large place.

Ethan shook my hand and said something consoling.  I sat on his couch and his Mexican
serving girl brought me a drink.

Ethan is one of those larger-than-life figures, tall and broad shouldered, loud and
confident.  He has wide business interests in the area, owning the sawmill, real estate
agency, quite a bit of land, and various other bits and pieces.  He was his 50s, but had
never been married. He was famous for his liaisons with many of the local women, married
and single.  Donna had been with him for longer than anyone else, but had told me the man
was impossible to live with; and of course at twice her age, he was simply too old for
her.

I have to admit that if I had been asked, I wouldn't have been sitting in Ethan's house.
But he told us we were welcome to his spare room while we figured out what to do.  If my
brain had been functioning properly, I would have thanked him but never agreed; but Donna
acted first, hugging him and accepting his offer.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked her when we were alone.

"Where else could we go?" she asked.

"To one of my friends."

"You don't have any friends, Wade. You only have customers. Had customers, I should say."

"Perry is my friend." I said, defensively.

"Really? He's your accountant, he has to be friendly to you. Besides, he's out of town."



Our local fire marshal called in an investigator from the state police.  The preliminary
determination; arson.  Chief suspect; me.

I couldn't believe they thought I'd burned my own place for the insurance.  And of course
this meant there was no cover; there was even the possibility of criminal prosecution.  I
wondered why I had paid those insurance premiums if this was the result.



Ethan had gotten too many points on his driver's license, and asked me to run an errand;
then another.  I was living in his place and eating his food, and I really had nothing to
do anyway.

He asked me to drive him the next day, so I did.  It was better than sitting around
waiting for I didn't know what.

He had a new Cadillac; not a car I would've chosen myself, but I was surprised at what a
good ride it was.

He started paying me a few hundred dollars a week; I didn't argue.  I needed the money to
make my car payments.  My bank account was almost completely depleted after covering the
bills from my suppliers for the stock that had burned.  I was flat broke.

Naturally, I was in a state of depression; I didn't think my life could possibly get
worse. I realized I was mistaken when I found out my wife was getting off with our host.



Ethan sent me off on some distant errand, but I'd forgotten something and returned to the
house.  There was no one there; no sign of Donna.  Our truck was in the drive, so I
wondered where she was; my feet made no sound on the carpeted stairs.  Ethan's bedroom
door was closed; I couldn't see inside, but I could hear.

"Take it off, Donna."  Ethan was saying. "Oh yes.  It's good to have you back."

I heard nothing more; what more did I need to hear?  But I had to be sure, I needed to see
it with my own eyes.  There was a balcony; I could get onto it from outside.

It was hard to imagine that this was me, Wade.  The respected owner of the general store,
member of the Chamber of Commerce; putting a ladder quietly against Ethan's balcony to spy
on him with my wife.  Everything else had happened to me, I had nothing to loose, no lower
to go.  What did it matter now?

Silently, my leg went over the railing; I put my face to the glass.

It was my luck that the curtains weren't completely closed.  I can't say whether that was
good luck or bad luck, though.

My lovely young wife was standing naked by the bed.  Her old ex-lover was stroking her
back and hips as he kissed her breasts.  Her fingers ran through his thick white hair as
she smiled down at him.

They didn't say anything; they were doing, not talking.

My wife sat on the bed, and Ethan stood before her as she unbuckled his belt and pulled
his trousers down.  His cock was half hard, and hung out in front of him in a large
drooping arc.

It was strange to notice that I didn't care much; what did it matter?  Donna was pulling
on Ethan's stiffening dick, she lowered her mouth and sucked on it.  I was already
destroyed, how can you destroy someone who is already destroyed?  I had no pride, no
substance that all.

Ethan was richer than me, more clever than me, he was now my boss.  I was living by his
grace; and his cock was huge.

I realized then why the women all swooned over him; he was wealthy, powerful, confident
and charismatic.  The way Donna was sucking his cock, I knew it wasn't just for show.
Ethan conquered women, he didn't just screw them.  He had conquered Donna once; he was
doing it again.

I watched shamelessly, wondering if it was going to hurt later.  Donna's young shapely
legs spread wide for the old man; she bucked and writhed in obvious delight as his white
haired head pleasured her groin.

I could see the anticipation on her face as he crawled forward, and held his big cock in
his hand, putting it against her.  I could see the excitement in her eyes as he pushed,
and his large familiar member entered her body again.

Ethan was strong and lean, an impressive specimen considering his age.  He drove his big
dick in and out of my wife's body at an impressive tempo; she grabbed him by his hair, her
legs wrapped around his and they kissed.  Ethan's rhythm didn't change, his lean pale ass
continued to rise and fall; Donna came.

Her orgasm didn't bother me very much. If I was going to endure this, she should at least
be having fun.  Ethan kept going, and I wondered how long he could do it.  He had a lot of
experience, I realized; he was practiced womanizer, a conqueror.  His dick was his weapon,
and my wife knew its power well.  She launched herself into another orgasm, with no
obvious hesitation or shame. She bucked, moaned, and clawed at our older host in blatant
pleasure.

Donna loved sex; I knew that.  Throughout our tumultuous relationship, sex was the one
constant.  We had always enjoyed each other in bed, until the fire.  And as I watched him
perform, I had to admit that Ethan could really fuck.

Quietly, I climbed down the ladder and returned it to the shed.  I didn't want to watch
Ethan stiffen in orgasm; I didn't want to see Donna's face as his sperm flooded her body.



It was a strange time for me, I wasn't sure any more who I was or what I was.  I had been
respected, wealthy, and independent; and married to Donna.  Suddenly, three weeks later, I
was Ethan's driver, had no property to speak of, a criminal prosecution hanging over my
head, and was loosing my wife if I hadn't already.



I knew Julie, Ethan's Mexican housekeeper; she'd always taken some time for a chat when
she stopped by the store.  I thought of her as a cheery woman, seemingly content in her
role as Ethan's maid.

She was short, about five foot four, on the heavy side, and kept her hair very short.  She
spoke excellent English, but with a definite Spanish accent.

"Wade, I have to talk to you.  I have to tell you something."

"Yes Julie?"

We were sitting in the kitchen having coffee.

"Your wife; Donna.  Do you know what she's been doing?"

"What?"  I asked, playing dumb.

"When Ethan sends you away for an hour or two, they do it."

"I know." I said, the fog in my brain thickening further.

Donna had told me how she could never possibly get along with Ethan; how he was demanding
and selfish, and could never be true to one woman.  Besides, he was twice her age.  It was
hard to believe she'd gone back to him; and yet, if I looked at it from another angle I
had to see it.  Ethan was rich, much richer than I had been.  Donna had left him for me;
we hadn't even been getting on well before the fire.  And now I was nothing, a shell of a
man. Of course she would go back to him, if he would have her. It was the nature of
things.

People seem to think these days that money shouldn't be a factor in relationship, not
"honest" relationships anyway; but I think that's bullshit.  What should a woman be
attracted to?  A lantern jaw and rippling muscles?  If a guy had those things but was
brainless, everyone would agree that a woman would be stupid to go for him.  Oh, we hear;
a guy should be funny.  Women should be attracted to comedians.  Get real.

What's attractive is fitness.  Fitness to survive, to take care of one's dependents.  To
be healthy physically and mentally, yes; but also to be able to demonstrate the ability to
provide.  I don't think there's anything wrong in finding those attributes desirable; but
suddenly, I had lost one of those attributes.  Perhaps more than one.

"Wade, are you okay?"  Julie asked, breaking into my reverie.

"I don't think so."  I answered.

Things were going black around the edges; I was so dizzy I had to hold the table for
support.  I wondered if I could survive, and if I really wanted to.

Then Julie was standing next to my chair.  Her hands wrapped around my head, and pulled it
between her breasts.  My arms went around her, and I began to cry.  It's a terrible
admission to make, that I cried as a grown man; but I'm stronger now, and I'm able to talk
about it all.

I held her around her wide hips, and I cried as she clutched my head between her rather
ample breasts.  I didn't think of this as sexual at all.  She was consoling me, offering
me her sympathy, unselfishly and from the heart.

Through my pain and self-pity, I realized that she was the first one to have done so; my
wife, my friends, no one had really looked after me in my time of pain and weakness.  It
was Julie, a relative stranger; she had only come to Milton a few years earlier.  Just a
Mexican, a domestic.  Not particularly good-looking, a nobody.  The only big hearted
person in the wretched little town I called home.

Finally, my embarrassing sobbing subsided. Julie was rocking back and forth slightly, my
head still clamped between her breasts as she stroked my face.  What a good woman, I
thought; what a gem.

I looked up at her.  I had never thought of her as beautiful before; just a roly-poly
Mexican woman.  But she had the most amazing eyes, I suddenly realized; big and dark, open
yet mysterious.  Her face betrayed a certain wisdom, an ability to understand.  Her mouth
was small, her lips feminine and well formed.  Slowly, the lips lowered.

My befuddled head was still clamped between her breasts.  My arms were still around her; I
stared into her big eyes wondering what the hell was going on as her face filled my
vision, as her lips touched my mouth.

She was in her mid thirties, ten years older than my wayward wife, close to my own age.  I
suddenly felt abused; she was taking advantage of me, of my situation.

Her lips were soft and warm, and although her hands held my head tightly, her kiss was
feather light.  The softest brush of feminine friendliness.  So soft as to be nearly
innocent.

She pulled away, but only an inch.  She gazed down into my helpless eyes; she was
offering.  Offering to share herself with me, to help ease my pain with the comfort of her
plump little body.





I was surprised to find that I wanted her.  I wasn't sure why; surely, she wasn't very
desirable as a woman.  A chubby little wetback, she was wearing tennis shoes, blue jeans,
and no makeup at all.  Her hair was shorter than mine, and her hands were rough from
domestic labor.

But she was offering me love, and that was something that I needed desperately.

What do men find attractive in women?  Long legs, slim hips, large breasts.  Well, Julie
had large breasts at least.  We're looking for love and strength, just like the women are.
As well as some signs of probable fertility, I suppose.

Julie was healthy and strong, and she led me to her room.

I stood passively as she undressed me, curious at the role reversal.  I was allowing a
woman to take advantage of me, hoping she wouldn't betray me, willing to trade the
pleasure of my body for the mere promise of her approval.  Of her support.

She stripped me naked, until I was defenseless.  My body, my shell was hers to do with as
she would.

I stood in the middle of her small bedroom as she stroked me, fondling my stiffening cock
and tracing her fingers across my ass.

Gently, she pushed me against the bed, forcing me to sit.  She squatted down, and lifted
my feet, lying me down on my back.  I watched her as she undressed at last; she was pale
skinned, not quite white.  Her complexion was healthy and even; her breasts hung only
slightly when she released them from their supports.  The hair at her groin was short,
black, and straight, like the hair on her head.

She swung her knee over my phone body, and straddled me.  I had mixed feelings as she
rubbed her sex against my penis, sliding it up and down against me.  What was I doing
here?  Why was I allowing this?  Why was she doing this?

She lay herself down on top of me, and snaked her hands under my shoulders, to my head.
Once more, she kissed me.

My hands traced up and down her naked back.  Her flesh was so smooth, so wonderfully silky
smooth.  Her tongue entered my mouth, carefully testing me, tasting me.

After awhile, her hand went my cock; she lifted her hips, placed me against her vulnerable
point, and then pushed back.

Her body squeezed itself over my penis.  The heat of her interior seemed to travel the
length of my organ, and down into my balls before beginning to flood my body.

We held each other as she rode me slowly, sliding her body forward and then back again,
pleasuring herself against me with exquisitely deliberate slowness.

I looked into her eyes; I found pleasure there.  Not only hers, but my own.  It felt good,
sex with Julie; like a last meal for a condemned man.

I wasn't sure I could come, and I wasn't sure I cared.  The Mexican woman continued to
fuck me, and she came.  I enjoyed watching her above me, sometimes sitting erect, my penis
pointing straight up into her; sometimes lying against me, her breasts pressing into me,
her tongue penetrating me.  She came again, quietly breathing short and hard.

I liked it, somehow.  Being taken advantage of, being a sex object for this woman who was
probably very lonely.  She started to tickle my balls with the fingers of one hand, and I
was surprised to feel the strange feeling that precedes ejaculation; that odd warm
tightening of the abdomen.  I clutched her body tightly as my balls contracted and my
fluids pumped into her.

Afterwards, I felt even emptier than before; and yet it had been surprisingly good to make
love with Ethan's Mexican.



Ethan had some business in the state capital the following day, and asked me to drive him
into town.  It was about 200 miles from Milton.

While I was waiting for him to finish his business, I noticed an odd little shop near
where I was parked. "The spy shop".  I wandered in.

You'd be surprised at what you can get for a couple of hundred dollars these days. I
bought a color video camera that was about one inch square, and could broadcast for about
100 feet.  The following day, when Donna drove Ethan down to the sawmill, I put it in the
grandfather clock in his bedroom.

Of course there was always the chance he would find it, but I really didn't care much;
about anything.  With some amusement, I realized that made me more than slightly
dangerous.

I connected the receiver to the little television in my room, and switched it on.  It
worked just as well as it had in the shop, showing me a surprisingly clear picture of
Ethan's bed.  The bed he had shared with my wife so recently.

I was about to switch it off when Julie came in, and started to make Ethan's bed.  I
watched her, wondering what went on in her head; who was she?  Where had she come from?  I
knew nothing about her at all.  Were her parents alive?  Did she have bothers or sisters?

She moved efficiently, quickly completing her task.  She dusted and then vacuumed; she put
Ethan's laundered clothes into his cupboards.

I enjoyed watching her this way, secretly observing her at work.  I couldn't help but
think of the sex we'd shared; I realized that I'd like to have her again.  Perhaps taking
a more active role.

Ethan entered the room; I hadn't realized that he'd returned.

"Julie."

"Yes sir?"

"Go put your uniform on."

There was a moment of silence as they looked at each other, employer and employee.

"Which one?"

"Maid." Ethan answered

"Yes sir."  Julie said expressionlessly, and left the room.

I heard doors open and close as Julie went to her room.  I wondered what was going on; I
realized that despite Ethan's reputation with the ladies, he normally lived alone except
for Julie.  I watched him remove his boots, and lie down on his bed.

I was about to switch the television off, when I heard Julie's door open and close again
downstairs. After a half minute, she reentered Ethan's room.

She closed the door behind herself, and stood straight and tense just inside.  She was
wearing her uniform.

It consisted of white four inch heels, white net stockings, an extremely short and very
skimpy black dress, and a funny little white lace headpiece.  My little Julie was more
than a housekeeper.

Ethan pulled down his trousers, and threw them into the corner of the room. "Suck my
 dick."  He instructed casually, leaning back against the pillows.

Julie hesitated only briefly before she lay down between Ethan's long spread legs, and
took his half hard cock in her hands.  She didn't say anything, but she looked at him for
a long moment before lowering her mouth over his organ.

"That's good, Julie."  He said, "It's good to know that whatever else happens, I can rely
on you.  Donna really pissed me off today. Where's Wade, anyway?"

"I don't know, sir.  He must be in the house somewhere."  Julie said before resuming her
task.

There was something familiar about the way she gave head; she sucked him deep once or
twice, then took him out of her mouth as she ran her tongue up and down his length once or
twice, then she repeated; while constantly stroking and scratching his stomach, legs, and
balls.

It was exactly how Donna did it. I had never thought about it before, but my wife's
cocksucking skills had obviously been learned somewhere. Now I knew where.

"I'll have to figure out what to do about him.  I actually like the guy, but he's a pain
in the ass.  Anyway, he needs a place to stay, and I need a driver for another two weeks
until I get my license back."

Julie lifted her face from Ethan's substantial cock for a moment; "And what about Donna?"
She asked.

Ethan laughed. "You're no dummy, are you Julie?  I'm going to ask Donna to move back in, I
really like her.  She sure does piss me off sometimes, though."

They didn't say anything further for a few minutes; Ethan's maid continued to give him
head, expertly stroking and sucking him.

Ethan stroked her cute head and smiled at her; "Why don't you take off your panties,
honey, and we'll go the whole way."

"I'd rather not, Ethan, I have to start dinner."

"Yeah right. You always have something important to do. Look at me honey; you still have
an awfully pretty face, did you know that?"

"Thank you sir." she said.

Ethan leaned forward and gripped Julie's small body under her armpits.  He hauled her
across himself, until she was lying on top of him.  He kissed her mouth, one large hand on
the back of her head and the other on her ass.

"Let's fuck, baby." he said.

"Please Ethan, not now... there are others in the house..."

Ethan rolled over so his maid was below him, he grabbed her lacy panties and pulled them
down her short legs.

"I don't give a shit, this is my house and I'll do as I like." Ethan said, pushing Julie's
knees apart.

"Please Ethan, no." she pleaded as his big cock probed between her thighs.

"Oh, stop complaining and relax." Ethan told her, pushing against her. " you always say
you don't want it, but you always enjoy it anyway."

I watched as the old man began to fuck his round little Mexican housekeeper.  Her legs
wrapped around him and she began to meet his thrusts halfway.

I searched around inside my numbness, looking for my own feelings.  Yes, I was jealous and
angry; my wife wasn't enough for him?  He had to abuse Julie as well?

Julie began to whimper and cry, she held her boss tightly as his big cock worked its magic
on her body.  She might have been less than willing to let him have his way with her, but
now she was unable to resist the persuasiveness of his cock, the power of his confident
sexuality.  She gripped his body tightly as she came.

 He pulled out of her and put his cock to her mouth.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"  He asked her.

She had no chance to answer him; he gripped her little face between his hands and bucked
with his hips, driving the tip of his big cock in and out of her mouth as she held the
shaft, doing her best not to allow any of his ejaculate to spoil the fresh sheets.





Donna returned a few hours later, in Ethan's car.  I watched from the window as she
entered the house; I wanted to eavesdrop on her and Ethan, so I crept downstairs and
listened from the hallway.  I could hear pots clattering in the kitchen as Julie prepared
dinner.

"I'm sorry, Ethan."  My wife was saying to our host.

"It's alright, Donna."  He answered her, "I'm sorry too.  I didn't mean to take you for
granted or anything."

"Where's Wade?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him."

"Things aren't going as we'd planned."

"Let's see.  Things might still work out.  Do you love me, Donna?"

"Please don't ask me that, Ethan.  Not yet."

"I'm sorry baby, I don't mean to pressure you.  Do you still love Wade?"

"I don't know.  Anyway, that's over.  What's happened has happened, and there's no going
back. I really wanted my independence, though."

"You know you're welcome here."

There was silence; I didn't know what was going on around the corner, but I could imagine.
I heard a floorboard creak; I backed around into the dining room as Ethan and Donna came
out of the living room, and walked upstairs holding hands.



I couldn't help it, even though I pretty much knew everything now, I went to my room and
switched on my little television to watch them.

Ethan's behavior with my wife was very different to the way he acted with Julie.  Almost
opposite.

He undressed her slowly and reverently, easing her long dress over her shoulders, down her
hips, and over her ass.  He kissed her from the floor up as she stood quietly, enjoying
his worship.  His kisses slowly traveled up her long legs, to her trim round ass.  He bit
her lightly there, and then licked his way up the length of her spine.

His fingers traced continuously over her body; I could see her smiling, enjoying his
attention, but giving him little in return yet.

She broke away from him, and sat in a chair.  She spread her legs expectantly.

Ethan kneeled before her, and I saw his head go between her thighs.  She held his face
there and tilted her head back in pleasure.

There was an unhurried comfort to their lovemaking that betrayed their familiarity with
each other.  I had a suspicion [later confirmed by Julie] that Donna had never given Ethan
up completely.  This was normal for them; even while Donna was married to me, living with
me, sharing my business and my life, she'd go back to her older lover periodically to
enjoy his sexual prowess.

They moved to the bed, and once more I watched Ethan take my wife in a missionary
position.  I was amazed that he could do that at his age; he'd just been with Julie a
couple of hours earlier.

His lean strong body drove his old cock in and out of my young wife, as she cried in
pleasure, her long slim legs waving in the air, then wrapping around his legs, then around
his back.  He kissed her mouth, he stroked her face, all the while his big cock continuing
its work, driving her through orgasm after orgasm.

I was glad to see it; it helped me to understand.  She couldn't resist him, his wealth,
his confidence; she couldn't resist his sex.  He was a difficult man, and too old for her.
How could she promise to spend her life with him, knowing she would still be young and
vital when he would finally and inevitably lose his strength?  So she had tried to make
her life with me.  Less wealthy, adequate in bed but not up to Ethan's standards.  A
reliable and faithful type of man who would be loyal to her, who would do his best to
please her.

But now I understood that she would never be free of Ethan. As long as he was able, she
would be willing.

They rolled over, so my wife was above him; her loveliness was still breathtaking. They
held hands and watched each other as she lifted herself up and down over his powerful
cock, her ample hair and breasts bouncing as she moved.

He arranged her on her hands and knees, and did it to her from behind; he stroked her back
first, then reached around to toy with her tits as she huffed through another orgasm.

It was odd to watch; but necessary. By watching them, by experiencing the pain of Donna's
betrayal so directly, I hoped to be free of the last of my feelings for her that much
sooner.  I was reveling in my pain, the exquisite beauty of being totally rejected and
betrayed.

She rolled over again, swinging a shapely leg between them so that there was no need to
disengage. Above her again, Ethan gave it to her hard, until he stiffened; he grunted as
he came, while his lovely younger lover held him tightly.

"I love you, Donna."  He then said, much to my surprise.

"I know."  My wife answered him, her fingernails tracing lines across his moist back.

They were both trapped.



Donna came into our room after a while.

"There you are. Have you been just lying there all day? You should shave at least, you
look like shit. I'm going to drive Ethan over to his brother's place."

"What about dinner?"

"You hardly eat anyway. We'll eat over there, I guess."

Donna sat down at the table and did her makeup in a little mirror. I suddenly realized
that she hadn't lost much in the fire; mysteriously, she'd had all her favorite personal
things with her that weekend; both her watches, all her jewelry, her family photos, all
her best clothes even though we were only away for a couple of days.

And then I knew. It was Donna, she had done it.

"Why did you do it, Donna?"

"What?"

"You did it somehow. You arranged the fire."

She stripped off her dress and sprayed some perfume under her arms. Her breasts filled her
lacey bra, and I noticed she'd put a wad of folded toilet paper in her panties to absorb
Ethan's fluid that would be leaking from her now.

"It wasn't working between us, Wade. It's been clear for a while."

"But why did you have to destroy my life?"

"I didn't mean for it to be like this." She said, wriggling into her best dress. "Zip me
up, will you? I thought we'd get the insurance money, and then we could have a clean
break. You wouldn't want to sell, and you'd never have any money for a settlement
otherwise."

"I can't believe you really did it. Was Ethan in on it?"

"I'm really sorry, Wade. I still like you, I think you're a really great guy and all. Don'
t wait up, we might be pretty late."

As Ethan's car drove away, I wandered down stairs. Julie was seething in the kitchen, in
her normal clothes; she could have kept the food cooking without the stove, just by
staring at it.

"That bastard!" she hissed.

"Ethan?"

"Yes of course Ethan, don't be stupid! He's a bastard!"

"So tell me, Julie; what is your relationship with Ethan?" I asked her, sitting down.

She stared at me for a moment, her dark eyes smoldering.

"He was my lover. Not straight away. First I only cleaned and cooked. He had many women;
they come, they go. They cry very loud in the night. Then one day, we are here alone; he
seduce me. I hear many ladies crying for him, I know he is very. anyway, we are lovers for
some time. Then he brings home some local gringo girl, only 19. I should have left, but I
stay. I am illegal, I am a bit afraid.

After that, he just use me when he wants. When he is angry at his girlfriend or has no
time for dating. He use me. Bastard."

"Do you love him?" I asked.

"He is shit, an asshole, a complete bastard!"

"Do you love him?"

"I don't know. Maybe before, not now."

Despite her outward show of strength, I could see she was hurting; I stood and went to
her. I took her in my arms, just to give her a nice warm hug.

I suppose it was inevitable that my little effort at comforting her ended up with us in
bed together again.

I wasn't particularly keen, to be honest; I seemed to have no feeling.  I liked Julie, I
thought she was a fine person; but I was in no state to be making love with anyone, and
the sad truth was that I had never found her particularly attractive.

Yet somehow I let her lead me to her bed once more, I made no objection as she stripped
me.  I suppose it was because she was the only human comfort I was likely to get.

Her kisses were genuinely affectionate, her physical desire for me somehow reassuring.

She was less the stranger now, and as I penetrated her, it didn't feel as strange as the
first time.

Her plump little body was tight against my penis, and despite my numbness, her passion
warmed me.

I didn't feel the kind of sexual excitement that I should have, but I was glad to make
love with her.  Her skin was soft and warm under my hands, even her plump ass felt
pleasant.

Suddenly I realized what it was; it was her smell.  Julie had the most wonderful
attractive smell.  To look at, she was a toad compared to my wayward wife.  Yet her
passion for me seemed so much more real, the way she tasted and smelled seemed so right; I
put my nose to her neck and inhaled deeply as my dick continued to do what it does. The
scent of her did something for me, it had a lifting effect on my tortured soul. I kissed
her neck, and then licked under her arm. The taste of her sweat seemed to make me
stronger; my dick was now achingly hard. I pushed her shoulders into the mattress, giving
it to her with all my power, and I looked at her.

She stared back up at me, my own desire and desperation mirrored on her face.

There wasn't much left of me as a man; my wife had burned me out, erased my life.  So much
of my persona was my property and my business, my interaction with others had been mainly
over the counter of my store for so many years.  But at least I could still please a
woman; a poor damaged woman liked Julie, anyway.

There was no one in the house; my little lover screamed as she came, vocalizing her ardor
and her pleasure.  I enjoyed making her come, but didn't really care about my own orgasm.
So I kept going, glad that at least one of us was able to feel pleasure.

And after some time, I began to realize something; that it was good.  There was
satisfaction in looking into Julie's big dark eyes as she came, and came again.  I found
pleasure in pleasing her, in the realization that even with no home, no business, and no
hope, I was still a man.  There was still some strength in me.  I might yet live.

Donna was a beauty, but not a healthy person.  My numbness and the remnants of my love for
her had blunted the sharp edge of my anger, but she had betrayed me unforgivably.

Not in enjoying a little bit of illicit sex with Ethan, that I could forgive. Although I
had never cheated on her, I had been tempted.

But Donna had destroyed me, taken everything from me.  She'd burned my inheritance, my dad
's store, taken my home and my memories from me to gain a few dollars as she left me.

Julie's passion for me seemed so simple in comparison; it seemed so physical, so pure. She
knew I had nothing, no money and no property, and yet she still desired me. She still
found satisfaction in my arms.

Her lips were hot against me, her tongue probed my mouth, her hands clawed at my back and
her vaginal muscles squeezed my cock.  The scent of her seemed to work on my primal brain,
telling me she was good; I stared into her big clear eyes as I ejaculated into her once
more, filling her hungry little body with the only part of my being that still felt
viable.



"Where's Wade?" I heard someone bellowing downstairs the following evening.

"Well tell him Perry's here."

Perry; my one true friend. He was back from his vacation at last; I wondered if he would
betray me as well. I got out of bed and went downstairs.

"Wade! What the hell are you doing here, man? Why aren't you staying at my house? You know
where the key is. Shit, you look terrible! Isn't anyone feeding you? Get your stuff, let's
go. Fay will have dinner ready. Donna! Where's Donna? Donna, I'm taking Wade home with me.
Are you coming?"

"I'm going to stay here, Perry." Donna said.

I didn't seem to have a vote; I was in no state to assert myself anyway. I was still in
shock, about everything.

Wade stared at my wife for a moment; Donna was looking like a fashion model, an elegant
green pastel dress covered her while hiding nothing. Her makeup was perfect, her jewelry
hung from her as though it always had, and always would. She stood in her ex-lovers
opulent house, obviously comfortable there. The picture was clear.

"Let's go." My friend said.



Wade did my accounting. He had copies of my records from a few months before the fire.

"How much did people have on account before the fire?" he asked me after dinner.

"I don't know. The account book is ashes now."

"Three months ago, you were owed ten thousand dollars." He noted, writing it down.

"I've talked to your insurance company. They won't pay without a fight, but there are no
criminal charges, either. Lucky you bought gas with your credit card on your way back. It
proves you weren't there, so no one's going to try and say you did it yourself."



Perry's wife, Fay, fed me and put me to bed. Somehow, for the first time, I thought things
might be ok; I had friends. They would take care of me.



"Do you want a new store?" Perry asked me.

"What do you mean? Of course, if I could have it."

"Just wanted to be sure. You were always a shopkeeper, but did you really like it? Is it
what you wanted to do?"

"Sure. I loved my store. Even when things were tight, I always enjoyed it."

"Alright."



I didn't know what he was on about; there was nothing, no money, and no insurance.

Then Julie came.

She was talking urgently to Fay and Wade as I came into the kitchen. They all went silent
as they saw me.

"What were you all talking about?" I asked.

"You, of course." Fay said. "Sit down while I get you some breakfast."

"I've got to go." Wade said, and left.

It was good to see Julie; she warmed me in a way that even Fay and Perry didn't. She was
my lover, after all.

We all talked for a while, before Fay announced she had to do some shopping in town.

"I'll be back around three." She told me, kissing me on the cheek, and she left.

"You were her lover, once." Julie said.

"Yes; long ago, when we were kids. Before she was with Perry. How did you know?"

"Women can tell." She said.



We made love again; it was odd to realize that I found her so desirable. There was
something about her, something I needed. An honesty, a goodness. I felt drawn to her,
every instinct in me urged me to hold her, keep her, talk to her. Tell her my woes, hear
hers, walk with her in the woods. Take her where she needed to go, kiss her, love her.

She was so healthy, so open; her little opening so tight against my organ as I penetrated
her body, her hands so insistent as I pumped her until we came.

I had fallen for Donna's youth and her stunning appearance. She had fallen for me because
of my relative wealth; Julie was as plain as a woman could be without being ugly, and I
didn't have a pot to piss in. the love that seemed to be growing between us had to be
pure, sterilized by the same fire that had ruined me.

Her big dark eyes were watching me as we rested ourselves in Perry's spare room. I felt
the ice in my heart begin to melt, the heat of the Latin woman slowly penetrating my
being.

She had been burned in the same way I had; Ethan's big dick and his wealth had led her to
despair as well.

I stroked her and kissed her again, not from sexual desire or lust; just out of a feeling
of tenderness, a genuine affection for her.

Her mouth responded in kind, and I felt some tensions that I'd failed to notice in her
slipping away. She was also burned, she needed love as much as I did.

After some time, I felt my cock stiffening again; then Julie pulled it back into herself.

I'd been a teenager the last time I'd been able to make love twice in a row; but there was
something different about it now, something far more special.

My hot little lover began to come again, she thrashed and groaned in passion. My dick grew
harder, my heart warmer; I stared into her eyes and realized that I could love her, that
perhaps I already did. That she was beautiful beyond compare.

She didn't have the playboy magazine body of Donna, she had something far more lovely.

Julie had a heart of gold, a generous selfless soul. She would never betray me, she would
put my happiness before her own, if I would do the same.

She wasn't having orgasm after orgasm because of my stiff dick pushing in and out, but
because she found me attractive. Because she wanted me as a man. Because she knew somehow
that she could trust me, that I would never betray her either.

All this shone from her big dark eyes, it was written on her smooth round face; my Mexican
sweetheart was simply pure of soul.

Her lovely exotic eyes stared back at me, her pouty lips parted slightly.  My cock slid in
and out of her body, in and out; my heart was pounding with more than the physical effort.
Something special was happening, it was as though an electric current had begun to flow
between us.  Julie; oh God, Julie!  I held her tight and kissed her mouth hard, suddenly
sure that this woman, this short pudgy gorgeous woman, was the most beautiful creature on
God's green earth

My second orgasm of the morning wasn't much in quantity, but it made up for it in emotion;
I had to look into her eyes as I ejaculated into her, I had to just stare at the sheer
splendor that I had found hidden there.

And she stared back at me; stared back as if she saw something in me as well.

At last, I had no more fluid to share with her.  I lay on top of her quietly, just looking
at her as my dick slowly shrank within her.  I kissed her again, stroking her face.



"We can do it." Perry announced a few days later.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Rebuild." He said. "We'll use the old foundation. Ethan is donating the building
supplies."

"Really? Donating?" I was flabbergasted; on the other hand, he was getting Donna.

"That's right. I twisted his arm a little.

"How?"

"Julie told me some things. there are some skeletons in old Ethan's closets. Let's just
say it's only fair, and he knows it."

"Why is it fair, Perry? Did Ethan have something to do with the fire?"

"Look, Wade; there are some legal issues. Just trust me, ok?"

"All right, Perry."

Trust was something that was hard for me.

"I've also raised eight grand from folks who had accounts with you."

"Without the book?"

"Folks are more honest than you think. You're a part of the community, Wade, and so was
your store; we want you back. Suppliers have all agreed to soft lines of credit for the
first two years. You're the only retail outlet in the area, and your personal credit
rating is very good. We can start next week, a couple of the boys said they'll come to
help."



I almost cried the day we started work. 43 people came to help; their trucks full of
tools, their hearts full of charity.  We all had lunch, and then dinner at the worksite.
My friends, my neighbors. People I'd never thought would put their shoulders to the wheel
for me. During the week most had to work, but from 5 o'clock until it was too dark, the
sounds of saws and hammers rung out like music, until I was restored.

Teenagers and old men; friends of my father and the kids of my friends, all came to help.
They laughed and sang songs, they punched me on the shoulder and asked me what needed
doing next. My property was more like a party than a building site; someone always had
music on, the barbeque was rarely cold, and the beer rarely wasn't.

"Thanks for being here, guys."

"Are you kidding? When I lost my job, you carried us for two months."

"No problem, Wade. You were always there for us."

"When I was a kid, my dad used to tell us your store was where our food came from."

"There was a lot of hard winters where you were between us and hunger, Wade."

"When we were in school, you always stood up for me."

"Hey, Wade! What do you think friends are for?"

Donna was wrong; I do have friends.

And there was Julie, talking to them all, winning them over with her open charm,
overcoming their built in prejudice to the outsider.

As I watched her serving food and telling a joke to a man she didn't know, but whom I'd
know since childhood, I realized that Donna had isolated me from these people. I had been
blinded by her sheer beauty, and I'd been the last in town to find out what all the women
knew from the start; Donna was a bitch.

Of course there's a lot of debt for new stock, but Julie has an impressive savings account
that will see us through. The customers all love her cheery character, and so do I.

Her excess weight has dropped from her since she moved in with me; Julie is now as
beautiful on the outside as she always has been on the inside.  Her thick black hair has
grown to her shoulders, her breasts are still full but her hips have retracted inwards.

We burn with a different fire; a warm comfortable inner blaze. I have to smell her,
morning and night. I have to inhale her pheromones, taste her excretions.

I lick her armpits, then her crotch. I kiss her cute little feet before dawn.

When she can't take it anymore, she climbs on top of me, fitting my plug into her socket,
the fit always perfect. Her big eyes call my name as her mouth looks at me, her full
breasts hold my hands. Her body sucks the sperm from me, vacuums me until I'm empty before
we rise to start our day.

  It's hard to express the joy she brings me; my heart beats faster when I look into her
eyes, I can just watch her cleaning or stacking the shelves, and I feel a flush in my
chest.

I'm feeling good these days, as good as I thought I felt before Donna burned me.

Tonight, I'm going to ask Julie to marry me.



  Epilogue;

A year after we married, Julie is pregnant at last.  Every day she grows larger, and if
possible even more beautiful than before.

I've never been this happy, this thrilled to just be alive; my heart beats faster when I
see my big little wife, I love her like I never knew love could be.

Donna married Ethan, and is also pregnant; but Julie says Ethan has a zero sperm count.
Whoever the father is, it's definitely not Ethan.

Don't look at me, I didn't do it.  Probably the gardener or the kid next door.

Ace, 2004

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