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   A Matter of Expediency
   By Romany
   (M/F, shared wife, M/FM, oral, anal, cons)
   I stood on the chilly morn and watched Andy and the rest of the third
graders running after the soccer ball like a swarm of bees.  I smiled
knowing there was no structure to how they played.  Just everybody full-on
after the ball with the goalkeepers looking bored at either end of the half
size field.  As I watched I felt the sense I too was being watched and I
moved my gaze and caught the very nice blond woman in the light blue jacket
and blue jeans, half turned and looking at me.  As I caught her gaze she
dropped her head and looked away, not doubt in some embarrassment I had
caught her looking at me.  I felt buoyed by her interest.  I had seen her
standing alone at the end of a line of about six or seven moms watching the
game.  The team coach standing with another man about half a pace from the
row of moms.  The whistle sounded the end of the first half and the players
trooped off the field.  Sophie heard the whistle and saw her older brother
troop over to the coach and the mom that would have the half time treats of
juice boxes.  She came running quickly up to me knowing there was always
extra juice for the brothers and sisters of the players; not that there
were ever that many siblings present.  She took my hand and we approached
the huddle of players around the coach, with a layer of mom's standing
close as the juice boxes were handed out and the coach valiantly tried to
give the players some advice for the second half.  He was English and
passionately believed in what he called `the beautiful game.' I couldn't
see it and like most Americans, never got the point.  But moms liked their
kids playing non-contact sport when so young so soccer thrived at grade
school level.
   The mom who had been peeking in my direction stood on the opposite side
of the gathering and several times we caught each others gaze and she smile
a little sheepishly knowing I had caught her stare earlier.  As the referee
signaled the second half to start and the players trooped back onto the
field, I was soon left alone with Sophie sucking on her juice, still
holding my hand.  It was then the blond approached me, looking a little
awkward as she covered the short distance to me.
   "I'm sorry I was staring at you," she began with a nervous laugh, "but
it struck me that you're the only dad here," she said.  "I'm Becky
Heinz...with a zee," she laughed lightly and put her hand out.
   I was holding Sophie by my right hand so I dropped it and Sophie looked
up suddenly at my sudden move; bewildered as to why I had let her hand go.
   "Robert Freeman," I answered with a smile.  "Everyone calls me
Robbie...I must look like a real oddity here every Saturday," I laughed so
as to ease her embarrassment.  "Oh this is Sophie," I added taking my six
year olds hand once more.
   Sophie sucked on the juice and looked at Becky but she was basically
bored with adults.  She would slurp her juice and leave me with the empty
box and return to tracking the squirrel that she had seen up the big tree
near the road.  I had been keeping an eye on her in case the pesky squirrel
came down and lured Sophie, by her inquisitiveness, too near the road.
   "Hi Robbie...and hello Sophie...my...haven't you got beautiful golden
curls," Becky gushed in reference to my blond moppets hair.
   Sophie glanced at Becky with her baby blue eyes but continued to suck
the juice without saying anything.
   "So how come you get to be the soccer dad?" Becky asked with a grin.  "I
always thought dads ran a mile from anything other than football, hockey or
tee-ball," she laughed.
   "Oh well Saturday is my day with the kids," I answered with a smile.
   "Oh that's democratic," Becky replied chuckling.  "Making dad have at
least one day with the children.  I must try that on my husband," she said.
   "Ah well not exactly democracy," I replied a little more seriously. 
"I'm separated from my wife; it's kind of mandatory I take Saturdays."
   "Oh Robert...Robbie...I'm sorry...really I am so sorry," Becky said
looking crestfallen at thinking she had made a gaffe.  "I didn't
think...I'm sorry."
   "No matter," I said lightly.  "You weren't to know," I said genuinely
trying to ease her discomfort at believing she may have been insensitive.
   "I don't mean to pry but how long have you been separated?" she asked
cautiously.
   "About five months now," I answered and I wished she would drop the
inquiry now she knew the basics.
   I think she sensed my reluctance to say too much more judging by my
expression so she turned and looked at the field of players.
   "Which one is yours," she said brightly.
   "The blond boy near this corner goal post support," I answered pointing
at Andy.
   "Gosh he's tall," Becky remarked.
   "Yes he's a bit spindly I chuckled.  "He's going to be a big boy when he
fills out.  Which one is yours?"
   The short one with the shorts that look too long for him," she laughed.
"With the black hair and sucking at the sleeve of his shirt and looking
bored.  That's Adam; he's not exactly the athlete his dad thinks he is,"
she grinned.
   "Does dad ever come and visit?" I asked.
   Becky rolled her eyes at my question.
   "No way...he's always doing yard work or tinkering with his truck...and
minding our four-year-old Alice," she said with a mock show of frustration
at her husband's no-show at her boy's game.  "Like most of the dad's; which
is why we are all moms.  Except for you..." and she tailed off realizing
why I was here instead of my wife Angie.
   "My wife used to come every day last season.  Andy had just started and
his mom was the main instigator of his joining the team.  And your right
about soccer being popular at grade school because it's supposed to be
non-contact," I answered.
   "Oh so she would know most of the other moms," Becky said indicating the
line of mom's with a hand.
   "Yes I guess so.  I don't know them myself but I expect they know me," I
said.
   "Do they know about..." she started and then tailed off once more and
looked away awkwardly.
   "I don't know," I said treating her partial question with respect of an
answer.  "I think there would be one or two she may keep in touch with.  In
fact I'm sure there is.  But no one who has acknowledged me being solo."
   "Oh...perhaps the soccer mafia has closed ranks," she said with a grin.
"I've felt a little frost from one or two who seem instrumental in the
parent's management of the team."
   I laughed and said "you could be right."
   We chatted for the entire second half of fifteen minutes and she bid me
farewell and "see you next week" as the kids trooped of the field.  They
were jabbering and chattering; excited they had escaped with a tied game.
Their grade had yet to play extra time for a winner as the philosophy was
you did not accentuate winning and losing but the playing of the game. 
Another reason mainstream America didn't take to soccer.  Ninety minutes of
play for senior teams and you could still have no winner.  I waited for
Andy and as we walked back to my Jeep, I watched Becky and her Adam walking
ahead but diagonally away from me to where here car must have been parked
at the end of the row I was in along the roadside.  I had been taken with
her nice face and her blonde hair that was full just on the tops of her
shoulders; with the hint of waves and nicely placed highlights.  I figured
she was around thirty-five or so.  I was thirty six and Angie my wife was
thirty-two and looked a little younger than Becky.  If she had had two
kids, her body was pretty hot as the jeans were tight and showed a firm
butt in context with what I could tell her waist and boobs were in her
jacket which was half open.  She was wearing a nice sweater underneath and
I could tell she had quite large breasts in keeping with her hips and
waist. She was only a few inches shorter than my six feet and so she
presented the image of a tall Amazon-like woman.  I grinned to myself and
muttered "MILF" under my breath.
   "What?" said Andy hearing me speak.
   "I need milk," I lied and we walked to the Jeep.
   The day passed as usual for us.  Andy slipped into a track suit which he
wore over his soccer uniform and we went to McDonald's.  Sophie ate her
fries and a small piece of her burger and she went and played on the swings
and slides as she liked to do.  Andy wolfed down two cheeseburgers and a
large fries and most of Sophie's leftover burger.  Andy and I chatted and I
was pleased he was developing into a sensible boy and despite the
difficulty of Angie and I being separated, both he and Sophie had fallen
into the routine of only seeing me Saturday's; or if his mother called me
to the house mid-week if their were repairs or chores needing to be done. I
asked him if he was helping his mom with Sophie and he said yes, looking
exasperated because I always asked him that.  Having finished our lunch, we
went to the Supermarket where I got my meager groceries for one and then
back to my pokey little apartment to put things away.  Sometimes we went to
a movie.  I had seen so many cartoons and children's movies it was becoming
embarrassing that was all I could talk about if asked "have you seen any
good movies" at work.  There was no movie today as Angie had asked if I
could have the kids back at four as she had been invited to her friend
Lisa's for a barbeque that evening.  I agreed feeling a little guilty as I
should really have a better plan for quality time and put my foot down when
she tried to cut short my agreed time with the kids.  But as yet I was
still struggling to come up with good things for us to do.  It seemed a
travesty that McDonalds or a movie was all I could offer.
   I dropped the kids off sharp at four and sat waiting for Angie to
perhaps come out.  As always she stayed in the house and the door opened as
the kids got to it, and as they waved back and called "bye dad, love you"
the door closed and I never glimpsed her once.  I knew she watched at the
window and no doubt was contented to see me sitting in the car thirty feet
away.  `She's never going to let it go and form a working relationship with
me,' I thought ruefully, and drove off feeling empty and sorry for myself
as I always did.  I had been such a chump.  Getting into the affair with
Rhonda Schmelling from accounts at the architectural company I worked for.
The business travel together that led us to one night have a nice meal
after a long day and somehow we both felt a mellow romantic glow; and the
next morning I woke in her hotel room and lay awake recalling the rather
vigorous animal sex we had enjoyed through the night.  I did things with
Rhonda that was long since out of my married bedroom repertoire.  I can't
recall where Angie and I lost our strong sex vibe but life had become a
series of token blow jobs and missionary position fucks.  Angie usually got
off OK and that level of sexual performance seemed OK for her needs. 
Rhonda was insatiable by Angie's terms and I found myself checking with her
when I needed to go out of town and cost large jobs we were to quote for.
She tuned into my scheme of getting us away together and for nearly a year,
I got my carnal erotic kicks elsewhere; not at home.  I had screwed Rhonda
in numerous hotel rooms in numerous positions; even trying anal which she
was rather adept at and it became one of my pet preferences.  Of course it
all turned sour when Angie became suspicious and on the last occasion when
I was to drive to nearby Scottsville, she was so sure I was cheating that
she had a friend look after the kids and drove to Scottsville in secret
pursuit.  She didn't catch me in Rhonda's arms but finding Rhonda and I in
a small bistro clearly having a romantic evening was the proof she needed.
   When she challenged me about Rhonda, I immediately lied point blank that
Rhonda and I were on business and that naturally we would eat a meal
together.  But as I tried to embellish the lie to prove my false innocence,
my face and voice betrayed me and amidst her screaming "you don't have the
guts to tell the truth" I caved in and confessed.  Oddly she calmed down
but in a steely voice told me to get out.  I went that night and stayed in
a cheap hotel.  Over the next week she produced a separation order banning
me to coming to the house only when invited.  I was shaken and stunned she
went so far so quickly.  There was absolutely no reasoning with her to try
to work through my infidelity and within two weeks I was living in the dump
I had now.  Partially furnished with a few items Angie let me take from
home in the form of towels and sheets and some kitchen items.  I struggled
to maintain both households but I was able to furnish my place to a
rudimentary level.  After about a month Angie called me to a meeting with
her lawyer and they outlined her immediate plans.  I would stay away except
to collect and drop off the kids, or do chores or repairs necessary to the
house.  She had signaled she would file for divorce after a period of eight
to ten months.  I was curious at the wait time and when I queried a friend
at work who had been divorced he told me it was for appearances for when
the case came before a family court.
   "To give you time to try and set the ledger straight, but not enough
time for her to change her mind if she hasn't the inclination," he grinned
wryly.  "She wants maximum sympathy from the judge," he explained.  "There
is usually a court ordered counseling session or two and she's trying to
avoid that by giving you time to at least try and compensate somehow.  But
truly buddy, I think she's been advised how to get a divorce with the least
amount of interference from the court."
   So I tried making subtle overtures that we might try a trial period of
seeing each other for talks.  She said no.  I tried to get her to go to
marriage guidance but she refused point blank.  Her basic stance was she
had nothing to gain as she had done nothing wrong and that I should simply
wait for her to "work through my emotions" as she curtly put it; "and then
see if I want to do anything to retrieve our marriage.  See if it's worth
retrieving so don't try and push me into anything," she warned.
   So that's where we were.  The kids were confused from the start but I
learned how adaptable they can be.  Adam had a basic idea what had
happened. He had friends in class who had divorced parents.  Sophie was
mom's girl so she quickly adapted to my not being there twenty-four by
seven.  That hurt like hell and I came to the realization of how fucking
selfish and stupid I had been.  And as Angie had cruelly said, I had showed
her the ultimate contempt.  Those words hit me like a brick and I had to
agree.  To make matters worse, Rhonda dropped me like a stone, fearing she
would be dragged into a messy divorce case as the co-respondent.  She had
had a number of relationships in her twenty eight years and most had ended
messy one way or the other.
   "I'm sorry Robbie," she had said.  "But I don't need this shit," she
continued recalling the scene Angie had caused when she found us together.
"I have to break up with you."
   Angie had been in control when she came up to our table but she quietly
yet sternly regaled and abused Rhonda as a slut and me as a cheating
bastard.  I heard soon after Angie threw me out that Rhonda was dating some
guy and when I pieced it together, realized he was around about a month or
more at the end of our last fling on the road when Angie tracked us down. I
guess as the single woman, Rhonda was entitled to replace me with a single
man as a lover.
   ****
   I dutifully collected the kids the following Saturday morning.  The door
opening and the kids trooping down to see me.  All smiles and grins and I
always waited at the door and hugged them both before helping Sophie into
her car seat as Andy climbed into the front passenger seat of the Jeep.  As
always I looked at the house and waved as friendly as I could, knowing
Angie would be watching from behind the lace curtains.  I knew two that one
or two neighbors would be watching me come to collect my kids for the day.
I knew Angie had told those who were friends, of our problems.  I wondered
what they thought of me.
   Becky Heinz was at soccer as usual and she drifted over towards me,
stopping to greet Sophie cheerfully as Sophie headed off to the tree where
she had seen the squirrel the previous week.
   "Hi soccer dad," Becky called cheerfully as she let Sophie wander past
her.  "How are you this week?"
   "I'm fine," I answered cheerily and I gave Becky an involuntary once
over and she blushed a little realizing what I had done.
   The tight blue jeans were back but she wore a light blue denim shirt
with a tee-shirt underneath.  The shirt wasn't tucked into her Levis and it
was tapered nicely to flow into her waist and then out to her hips.  Her
figure was better than I had imagined it inside the bulky jacket she wore
last week.  Thank heavens for warmer days.  She looked pleased I had shown
my interest in her appearance.  We stood together for the entire game; only
breaking apart at half time as normal.  Once the second half started we
rejoined each other and part way through I heard her mutter "uh oh...the
tongues are wagging," and she motioned her eyes towards two of the moms who
were huddling talking and she had seen them looking over at us together.  I
recognized one of the women as someone Angie had had to our house when they
were helping the coach set up the player registrations last year.  I
couldn't recall her name.
   "Are you OK about it?" I asked concerned loose talk often got
misconstrued.
   "Let them talk.  My talking to you is between Mike and me and no one
else," she said sternly.
   "Mike?" I asked.  "Your husband?"
   "Yes," she said.  "I was telling him about you...not in a bad gossip way
but more to encourage him to maybe come along once or twice," she said
quickly.
   "What did he say?" I said with a grin.
   "He said he was very busy with the yard work but would think about it,"
she grinned knowing I expected that answer.  "You men..." she said with a
laugh and she jokingly nudged me with her shoulder.
   She went scarlet realizing what she did but didn't acknowledge her
embarrassment at being familiar and immediately made some reference to the
game to distract me from her playful nudge.  The game finished and Andy's
team had been soundly beaten 5-1 but the kids were still buoyant for
scoring a goal at the end to save the shutout.  We drifted off as two
families together and chatted on the way back to the cars.  I saw she was
parked two cars back in a shiny big Escalade SUV which made my five year
old Jeep look dowdy and tired.
   "Why don't you and the kids come over for a barbeque," she said, noting
Adam and Andy chatting happily together.  "One day when you can keep them
out a bit later...if your wife would agree."
   "That would be really great Becky," I said genuinely grateful to her
invitation.
   "You can meet Mike and talk soccer," she laughed.  "Like get real
Becky," she said wryly joking at her comment, at the likelihood it would
never happen.
   "OK," I laughed.  "Set a day and I'll check with the warden to see if
the kids can have a longer day pass," I chuckled and caught my words as I
saw Adam.
   I had to be careful not to disparage their mother in front of the kids
and I had just done that.  I hoped he hadn't heard the comment.
   "Can I call you if it's likely to be next Saturday?" she said.  "That
way you can sort it with your wife in advance.  I'll try and get back to
you by Tuesday at the latest."
   "That would be fine," I said and reached into the Jeep and took a pen
and a scrap of paper from the center console.  I wrote down my cell
number."
   "Oh I have your number on the parents register," she laughed.  "I
checked and you're there along with your wife's number and address," she
added.  "Bracketed against Andy's name."
   "My address is there as well?" I asked a little surprised.
   "I think so," she answered.  "Don't you have a copy?"
   "No...I've never seen it," I answered.
   "I'll make you a copy," she said.  "For next week."
   ***
   I never heard from Becky and on the following Saturday at the game, she
apologized that her husband's sister was taking them out for dinner for
Mike's sister's fortieth birthday that night.  I said I was OK with not
hearing from her and I had actually broached the issue with Angie in an
effort to get a blanket pass for whatever day was agreed.  I glossed over
the discussion with Angie but it was hell.  She reluctantly came to the
door the previous week when I dropped the kids off.  I had to call at the
window as she had closed the door on me immediately the kids were inside. I
felt so insulted having to call at the window and plead my case to have a
conversation with her.  Eventually she came to the door and scowled at me
for causing a scene and threatened it wouldn't look good to the judge if
she said I was harassing her.  I tried to reason that normal adult dialogue
was not harassment and she became offended I alluded she was not being an
adult.  Angie was Italian American heritage and she had that knack of
slipping in snippets of irrelevant comments that quickly got a discussion
off the point and onto an argument or disagreement that was something
totally different to what you were talking about in the first place.  Her
whole family were experts at it and I remember when courting her how the
place would start with a small comment about me, not usually offensive or
insulting, that she would defend when there was no need to and soon the
room was full of everyone talking loudly on multiple points that had
nothing to do with what was said in the first place.  "You're all crazy,"
Angie would say indignantly and drag me from the house in a huff; as if
saving me from a terrible fate.  As far as the invite to Heinz's barbeque,
Angie would not concede to me keeping the kids out any longer than we had
agreed and I left feeling frustrated and pissed she had behaved so
childishly.  It looked like I would have to politely turn Becky and Mike
Heinz's invitation down.
   As Becky and I stood chatting as usual, I was suddenly distracted by a
small commotion in a group of mom's standing further up the sideline.  I
glanced over while still speaking to Becky and froze.  There standing with
three of the other moms was Angie.  And standing next her with her arm
looped in his, was a tall guy with dark hair and a mustache.  Angie had not
seen me and someone must have said where I was and she looked up and saw me
with Becky.  She glared at me and then I noted she moved closer to the guy
she was with.
   "Oh fuck," I muttered.
   "Is that your wife?" Becky asked quietly.
   "It is," I said quietly and forcing myself to look away I turned back to
look at the field and the players running around it.
   "Is that her boyfriend?" Becky said and turned to face the same way I
was.
   "I don't know," I answered a little confused.  "I didn't think she was
dating anyone but then I know so little about what she does now, anything
is possible."
   "How are you feeling Robbie," she said quietly and glanced sideways at
me.
   "Pissed...really pissed," I said quietly.  "I couldn't give a shit that
she's dating but he's been dragged down here to rub it in," I said in an
even tone.
   "Are you sure?" she asked quizzically.  "Are you sure you don't give a
shit or are you just being brave," she said gently.
   "The way I feel after last Saturday's childish bullshit, the sooner we
get divorced and she moves on completely, the better as far as I'm
concerned," I said with a sneer.
   "I sense your anger," Becky said.  "By the way I agree with you.  He's
here to be paraded before you.  I suspect our good moms a yonder may have
had something to do with them being here," she added.
   "It could have been my asking her for a late pass for the kids," I
admitted.  "I had to say who had invited me and how I met you."
   "I see...but that might coincide with big mouths telling her you talked
to me each Saturday," she said.  "I'm not exactly accepted here you know."
   "That's because you're the hot one," I blurted out without thinking. 
"They're all plump skanks."
   "What?" she said quietly.
   I froze.  `Oh shit I've offended her by calling her hot,' my mind raced.
   "I'm sorry Becky," I stammered.  "I didn't mean to be sexist or
disparaging by the use of hot," I said quickly trying to do some damage
control.
   She giggled quietly like a little girl and gripped my arm.
   "That's the nicest compliment I've had in years," she said and she put
her hand over her mouth to fight the giggling.  "I'm serious...it's just so
unexpected and I can't stop giggling...I'm such a vain child," she
chuckled.
   From a distance it must have looked like we were together.  Becky
holding my arm and her hand over her mouth as she was clearly laughing at
something I must have said.
   "You're anything but a child," I said becoming more focused on her
standing beside me.  "You're all woman."
   She stopped laughing and looked at me intently; her eyes flicking over
my face.
   "I think that might be a bit much for a respectable married woman to
hear," she said quietly and chuckled, but squeezed my arm to show she
wasn't offended.
   "I'm sorry Becky," I said and blushed with embarrassment.  "You've been
so good talking to me these past weeks, and inviting me and the kids to
meet your family...I didn't mean to offend you."
   "You're mistaken," she said still holding my arm.  "I'm not
offended...it's just...it's just I'm not sure what to make of what you just
said," she said and stared at me.
   "It speaks for itself I said staring into her gray eyes.
   Just then the whistle sounded for half time and we stopped the thread of
our discussion and then slowly joined the growing throng of players and
family.  Angie stayed almost directly opposite me on the far side and on
one instance of eye contact she actually looked up at the tall guy and then
back at me as if to indicate "look who I'm with." I felt really exasperated
at her schoolgirl behavior and I wanted to slap her face.  Then I realized
this is exactly how she wanted me to feel.  Sophie had run to Angie when
she spotted her mother on arrival and she was standing sucking at her juice
box.  Andy looked somber and stood with his hands on hips and his head
down. I felt really sorry for him with his estranged parents turning up to
his game together; and his mom with some guy.  I wondered if Andy and
Sophie knew who he was.  Becky was off to one side of me and I glanced at
her and she looked sadly at me as if wanting to comfort me but staying a
respectful distance while Adam finished his juice.  The referee blew the
whistle for a resumption of the game and the players slowly went back onto
the field.  As the trash was gathered up and the mom's realigned themselves
to watch, Angie made a deliberate beeline for me; approaching me with a
superior look on her face.  I had to concede that my feisty little Italian
was really very attractive when she was assured and confident.  The guy was
walking beside her but he didn't look quite so comfortable.  I was half a
head taller than him and he might wonder what I would do seeing him with my
wife.
   "Where's the person who invited you for the barbeque," Angie said in a
snooty voice.
   Becky heard her and glanced at me and I caught her sympathetic look.
   "I'm here Mrs.  Freemen," she said from behind Angie.
   As if Angie didn't know it was Becky who had been standing with me.
   "Hr name is Angie," I said to Becky.  "No need for the Mrs.  Freeman."
   "Your kid play on the team?" Angie asked barely turning to look at Becky
as she spoke; scowling at me for my correcting Becky not to treat Angie in
a superior way.
   I could have slapped her again she was so rude.
   "Yes he does...his first year," Becky said politely.
   "Does he like it?" Angie asked and turned more to look at Becky.
   "Not completely," Becky said.  "But we want him to persevere and it's
good to be with the other kids," she said walking slowly towards us.
   The guy on Angie's arm perked up now that Becky joined us and I glanced
at him and realized he was mentally undressing the taller of the two women.
   "It's good for them," Angie said almost sternly.
   "Yes...we agree...though I have to convince my husband that soccer is a
worthwhile sport.  He's more traditional with football and hockey and
baseball as his sports," Becky said casually.
   Angie nodded.  I realized her confidence was waning and she looked a
little uncomfortable now that Becky had spoken without feeling intimidated
by Angie's presence.
   "You invited my kids to your house for a barbeque," Angie said not
looking at me.
   "Yes...and Robbie of course," she said.
   "Your husband OK with this...has he met Robert?" Angie asked; speaking
as if I wasn't there.
   "Yes he's OK...he suggested it...but no he's yet to meet Robbie," Becky
said looking down at my wife.
   "I'm Alex," the guy with Angie suddenly blurted out at Becky.
   Becky nodded perfunctorily and looked at Angie.
   "It would be good for the kids.  Adam and Andy have become good friends
on the team," Becky said looking at Angie.
   "Of course," Angie said then looked sternly at me.  "You didn't tell me
the boys were friends," she chided me.  "They should to be able to visit
with each other."
   `Holy mother of God,' I though borrowing one of Angie's mother's
favorite phrases when she could not bring herself to cuss.  `She's actually
trying to tell me off as if I was against the kids getting together.'
   "They could come next Saturday...after soccer...and play all day," Becky
suggested lightly.  "I think they would have fun and Mike...my
husband...and Robbie can socialize while I do my food thing," she said
casually.
   "That seems fair," Angie said pretending to ponder Becky's suggestion.
   "I don't know why you didn't tell me about the boys being friends
Robert," she said, and then she looked at the Alex guy.  "We have to go now
Alex," she said and then turned back to me; "Don't be late with the kids. I
have a sitter arranged for seven as we're going out."
   The guy grinned at me as if he knew something I didn't and he slowly
turned, took another eyeful of Becky and fell into step beside Angie as she
walked off towards the road where no doubt she had parked the Caravan.
   "Geez-us," Becky laughed with a snort.  "She's tough," and she chuckled
at the exchange that had just passed.
   "I used to love that about her," I said seriously "But now she's just
mean."
   "Hey...don't sweat on it," Becky began and took my arm as I stood hands
on hips.  "Don't get dragged down by it."
   "I'm the one at fault," I aid looking at Becky.
   "What?" she said quickly, her eyes searching my face.
   "I'm the one at fault," I repeated and lowered my head from her stare.
"I had an affair...she's still hurting despite what she tries to project
with that Alex guy," I continued.
   "I see," Becky said slowly.  "Seeing her with Alex, I had picked it the
other way around."
   "Does that make a difference," I said looking quickly at Becky.  "Me
being the one who cheated."
   "Hell no Robbie," she said quickly and squeezed my arm.  "It's none of
our business.  You're coming to us for a barbeque and we will have a nice
day," she said reassuringly.
   ***
   I got the kids home at six and Angie came to the door and stood looking
down the walk at me standing by the Jeep.  I wandered up to her and we
stood a few feet apart and regarded each other.  Me with my fingers lightly
hooked in my cargoes pockets and her with her arms folded over her chest. I
felt a small pang of regret at out situation and a little thrill ran
through me.  Angie was also very hot.  She had had two eight pound plus
babies and her figure still looked like the vivacious dark haired young
woman I had met, courted and married.  Her hair was quite a bit shorter as
she had had a makeover recently.  I had seen her in person so seldom I
didn't realize until now as she wore a beanie at the soccer.
   "She seems nice," she said flatly.  "That Becky woman."
   "She is nice...I can't wait to meet her husband.  He sounds a good guy,"
I said evenly.  "And the kids get on well."
   "It will be good for Andrew to have new friends," she said trying to
sound a little lighter.
   She always referred to Andy as Andrew as her father did; yet called him
Andy to his face as everyone else did.  Like she always referred to me as
Robert when talking about me to her father; yet I was known by everyone as
Robbie.  She loved her father very much and she often tried to copy his
sayings or mannerisms.
   "Yes it will," I agreed.  "And me to."
   She shot me a glance and I realized I had gone too far.  I wasn't
allowed to have any joy.  I had come to realize that.
   "Well I can't stand here talking," she said a pretending to be a little
indignant I was keeping her from going inside.
   "Right...your sitter will be here soon," I said.
   Angie had half turned and she paused a briefly, thrown by my comment;
and then she seemed to collect herself.
   "Yes...yes...of course," she said quickly.  "We're going out," and she
turned away and put her hand on the door handle and opened the front door.
   "Ange," I called, using my affectionate name for her.
   She didn't turn but paused halfway over the doorstep.
   "You look good Ange.  Your hair suits you like that," I said quietly.
   I meant it.  She turned half around and stared at me surprised at my
compliment; and then her face softened a little.
   "Thanks Robbie," she said quietly and disappeared inside.
   ****
   The early part of the working week had been quiet so on Tuesday I
skipped out early, mentally promising to continue working from home.  I
went to the supermarket and bought a nice big steak, not feeling inclined
to the basic boring fare of chicken or pork chops I had in my icebox.  I
wandered the mall for a short while and bought a new pair of Levis from
Macy's and eventually I arrived home near five fifteen and slumped on the
couch with a brewski.  I had no intention of pulling my laptop out and
doing any more work and I sat and watched some boring sitcom rerun and soon
I was on a second beer.  I'd eat about seven and maybe head down to Nick's
Sports Bar a few blocks away from the old brick building I lived in.  It
was a little bit of exercise for me to walk there and back.  I wondered if
Susie the hot young waitress was there.  She was a tease and men like me
were dreaming if we thought we could ever get into her pants but she was
fun and it gave me a small thrill to be seen as a regular and therefore
knowing she would not hesitate to chat to me.  I was just getting my salad
ready and ready to grill the steak when my cell phone rang.
   "Hello...Robbie Freeman here," I answered, not recognizing the caller
ID.
   "Robbie...its Becky Heinz," came the voice.
   "Hi there Becky," I answered cheerily.
   "Um...I'm in the neighborhood," she began, and I wondered if I could
call by for a few minutes...if it's not too much trouble."
   "No...no problem...no trouble," I answered cheerily though my mind was
very much `what the fuck!' as her call took me completely by surprise;
particularly at her being in my neighborhood.
   I never did get an explanation as to why she was in my neighborhood when
she appeared at the door but she looked gorgeous.  She was wearing a plain
black dress and it was evident she had put some effort into her appearance
for some reason.  The dress was cut quite low and her ample breasts were on
display and I could just see the top of a black bra she was wearing.  I let
her in and she smiled warmly and I was captivated by her perfume as she
made no effort to keep her distance as she shuffled around me as I closed
the door.
   "I'm sorry it's a bit basic," I said apologetically as she scanned the
dour room.
   "Don't apologize," she said brightly.  "It must be hard keeping two
homes going," she added and looked at me with sympathy.
   "Yes...yes it is," I said ruefully but smiled.  "My cross to bear,
though," I said.
   "Oh don't beat yourself up Robbie," she said and held my gaze.
   "I was the bad boy," I said with a little laugh of nervousness as her
eyes danced as she held my gaze.
   "It sounds deliciously wicked?" she said and licked her lips.
   I swallowed hard.  There was something peculiar about this; she was
standing close and if I didn't know better, she had the attitude of a woman
who wanted to be seen as available.
   "It was," I said carefully trying to read her thoughts through her eyes.
   "Wicked or delicious," she said with a sultry stare.
   "Both," I said with a chuckle but didn't really mean it as the
consequences now made it seem folly.
   "I thought as much," she said and smiled knowingly.  "It might make you
a bad boy but to me...a very exciting one," she said.
   I stared at her and caught this as an obvious overture.  I'd flirted
with Rhonda before I wound up in bed with her the first time and this was
going the same way.  But now there was no Angie at home to worry about. 
Only her Mike and she didn't seem concerned about anything outside of us
right now.
   "How much time have you got," I said in a low voice, feeling bolder.
   "Not much...maybe a couple of hours," she said with a twinkle in her
eyes.
   I stepped forward and she caught my move and opened her arms.  We locked
ourselves together in a passionate kiss and tried to shove ourselves
through each other, we were so urgent in our embrace.  I got her back to
the couch and she put a hand quickly behind her to ease her fall and as she
fell half along the seat, I went straight for her crotch with a hand up her
dress.  As I felt the full swell of her vulva through her panties she
groaned and gasped and shoved back at me.  We kissed open mouth and she
began groaning and hissing through her nose in appreciation as my fingers
went inside her panties leg and I roughly urged them in between her labia.
She broke the kiss and gasped "oh fuck Robbie...that's so fucking hot," and
then we locked lips again as I started to finger fuck her and stroke her
clitoris.  She was soaking wet and I noted she was clean shaven as my hand
roved over her sex.  I was as hard as a rock in my pants and excited by the
suddenness of the encounter and I couldn't wait to get into her.  I pulled
back and undid my belt and flies and dropped my pants and shorts quickly. I
undid the buttons on my shirt so quickly at least two flew off with the
force I used.  She lay watching me, her legs splayed open and as she saw me
take my cock and advance, and she pulled her dress up and spread her legs
wider.  I stooped and hooked the crotch of her panties aside and her sex
was open and inviting.  Stooping, I slipped my cock head up her labia slit
several times.
   "Oh don't toy with it Robbie," she panted breathlessly, "Just bury it
into me...now!"
   Most married couples develop signals and movements which form a basic
part of their overall intimacy; learned as the relationship matures.  I'd
known Becky Heinz no more than two and a half weeks but within thirty
seconds of impaling her, we were behaving as if we had fucked countless
times.  I eased her legs up and she took the cue and wrapped her heels
around my back.  She moved her butt a little and I stooped a little more to
shove her straighter and she purred her approval as I bottomed out.  For
seven or eight minutes we panted and grunted as I fucked her and she moved
her ass as much as my weight over her would allow her to in her effort to
maximize her input to the frantic carnal coupling.  Her hands clasped
behind my neck and all the while her gray eyes locked to mine.  She
whispered encouragement and occasionally uttered crude advice and
commentary between periods of grunts and gasps.
   "Oh this is so fucking good Robbie," she panted.  "I love being taken
dressed," she continued.  "You're cock is nice and long...get it all in...I
love depth...I can feel it hitting right inside of me," she crooned as an
example of her vocalizing what she was clearly enjoying.
   I was excited by her encouragement and spurred on.  Gone was the amiable
friendly woman I had befriended at our sons soccer.  She was now a raging
sexual being totally committed to our urgent fucking and she signaled her
approaching orgasm by gasping small bulletins of how she was feeling and
how it was getting close and eventually she cried out "oh fucking
geezus...that's wonderful...oh fucking hell this is so fucking good..." and
she wailed as she trembled and shuddered as her orgasm went through her.  I
lost it; finally unable to keep staring into her face as my body took over.
I dropped my head to her shoulder, and rutted in short sharp shoves and
cried and gasped in delight into the nape of her neck as she cradled my
head as I filled her.  Over five months of celibacy from sexual release not
brought on by my own hand; I came and came and filled her, collapsing over
her on the couch.  She had been in the door less than ten minutes.
   We moved to the bed after a short rest.
   "I haven't much time," she said unzipping her dress as we walked into
the small bedroom dominated by my bed.
   We stripped hurriedly and lay in each other arms and made out.
   "Just a little rest to let him recharge," she began as she reached for
my cock; I was still hard.  "My goodness he's pesky," she chuckled.
   I slid my fingers into her once more and she lay back holding me in her
hand as I fastened my mouth onto her breasts; working the nipples in turn
as I fingered her.  She was wet and greasy from my ejaculation.  It was
barely thirty minutes since our last frantic coupling but I was rearing to
get into her again and she chuckled in her throat and held her hands up as
I slipped over her and between her legs.
   "You needed this," she sighed into my ear.  "I'm so glad I came her
today."
   The comment begged a pun on the word `came' but I was to preoccupied
with fucking her gorgeous body once more to bother making any smart quips.
I slid into her and she sighed and lifted her knees and the heels came
around me once more.  This time I hugged myself against her and there
wasn't the same eye contact of the fucking on the couch.  We settled into a
steady rhythm; Becky occasionally whispering how good it was and how she
was enjoying it.  I slid a hand back under her and touched her sex lips as
they were stretched around my cock like a hungry mouth.  I felt her move a
little and lift my head in her hands and she looked at me quizzically as to
why I was feeling us at the junction of our sexes.  I answered her question
by sliding the fingers back over her perineum and made a deliberate attempt
at pushing one into her anus.
   "Oh yes," she breathed lewdly.  "I love that...put it in."
   So I lubed my finger on the juices she was secreting from this arousal
coupled with the residue of my earlier ejaculation, and shoved my middle
finger into the second knuckle.  She began pushing back and panting in
sharp burst like a woman in labor at childbirth.  I wormed the finger
around and felt the thickness of my cock through the thin membrane between
her vagina and her rectum; pushing a finger against my cock and stimulating
it through the thin wall.  She jerked and panted and I slid my ring finger
in which caused her to groan in a small complaint of discomfort.  Once she
became used to the sodomizing fingers, she settled down and the crude
running commentary on what she was thinking and feeling started again,
close to my ear.  She worked her hips hard at my hand and cock and I got
her a second time and she went rigid and held me tight as the second orgasm
went through her.  I could feel her pulse on the fingers jammed in her anus
and instead of hurrying to catch her release, I deliberately stayed as
still as her movements would allow.  Finally she released the tension she
had held in her body and her butt eased back to the bed and I felt her
relax.  I wasn't finished.
   As she lay letting the feeling drift through her with a smile on her
lips, I pulled back and onto my knees.  A startled look came over her face
as she wondered why I wasn't just fucking myself to another huge cum.
   "Roll over...come on...hurry," I ordered in a low tone.  "Get up on your
knees."
   "What...oh...Robbie...I'm...what are you doing?" she stammered as I
started to turn her over.
   She clambered awkwardly over onto her stomach and I nudged her under her
abdomen to kneel and then I leaned across her to the nightstand.  She had
her head turned to the other side from the nightstand and didn't realize
what I was doing as I took the battered tube of KY from the drawer.  She
felt my cock nudging her between the legs and must have thought I was
trying to engage her sex and she felt back with her hand searching for my
cock to guide the wayward shaft into her vagina.  It was only when she felt
my fingers smeared with KY shove into her ass that she caught on.
   "Oh God...not that...so soon," she gasped but there was a little chuckle
in her voice.  "You're going to corn-hole me," she sighed and chuckled once
again.
   "You bet your sweet boobies," I muttered as I smeared more KY around her
anal pucker and then wiped the residue along the shaft of my cock.
   "Go gently," she muttered quickly as she felt my cock head pressed
against her anus.  "Let it slide in slowly...easy...easy...that's it
baby...just let me relax and push firmly; don't jerk in too hard," she
said.
   All the while her hand hooked up under her and the fingers lightly
tapping the underside of my cock slowly impaling her ass.  As I got most of
my cock inside of her, I raised myself off my knees and squatted obscenely
over her butt; my cock now almost balls deep in her.  For ten minutes, I
slowly rolled and bounced lightly on the balls of my feet as I squatted and
fucked her ass in long slow strokes.  Once again she began to croon crude
encouragement as I fucked her.  Eventually she began to gasp and groan such
that I knew she was very turned on.  Just to show me how truly carnal she
was, she started to go through the preamble I had quickly learned she went
through before cumming; just as she had done before.  She was now kneeling
but propped so her back was horizontal with one arm braced against the
headboard of the bed.  The other I realized was jammed back between her
legs and as Becky fingered her clitoris I ploughed her ass deep and she
started wailing and cumming hard on her fingers; my cock now sliding
quickly in and out of her tight anus.  I lost it as she was coming down on
her orgasm, and holding her hips, I swung my own obscenely and she gasped
as I went too deep or got off line and twisted the cock against her
stretched sphincter.  With a degree of gentle complaint at my ragged
sodomizing of her, I came hard and pumped her ass full; cumming in strong
spurts a second time within the hour.
   We lay on the bed for a short while and she grinned at me and cuddled
against me.
   "You'll do nicely," she purred and kissed me gently on the arm.
   I turned and looked at her.
   "What are you suggesting?" I said evenly and smiled.
   "Oh I think you've got the goods," she giggled.  "I'm rather fond of
what I've seen," and she smiled and took my flaccid cock and rubbed it
affectionately.  "And felt," she added.
   "So it's not just to be nice social chats at soccer then?" I grinned
feeling buoyed by her easy attitude to having just committed adultery.
   I definitely was not the first man she had bedded outside of her
marriage judging by her attitude to the sex we had just had.  The whole
come-on and the eventual frantic coupling told me she had very few qualms
about fucking someone other than her husband.
   "We will have to be careful," I said quietly and stared at here.
   "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," she said softly.  "Just play it by
ear."
   I nodded.
   "I've been here before.  It's hard to keep your feelings in check when
you go home," I said a little seriously.
   "Sssshhhh," she shushed and placed a finger over my lips.  "No mention
of anyone's home.  Let's not ruin it...leave me to handle it my way with
Mike," she chided gently.  "You just be ready for when I can come
back...and no preconceived idea we are embarking on an affair," she warned.
   "But we have already..." I began.
   "We had sex.  Glorious mind blowing sex...and it was better than I
thought it would be," she grinned.
   Her smile slipped and she became more serious.
   "Cheating once or twice is not an affair...of the heart," she began.  "I
don't want an affair...this can't continue beyond...say...the soccer
season," she concluded and her eyes danced as she tried reading my face for
reaction.
   I turned my head away and looked at the ceiling.
   "Ok Becky...if you want...I'll go along with that," I said a little
stiffly.
   "Oh Robbie don't be like that," she began with a whine in her voice. 
"Just enjoy it and don't get dependent on it so we start manufacturing time
together.  That will invite suspicion and probable discovery.  Just let
whatever happens happen.  But I love Mike and I don't want an affair of the
heart," she said and her eyes questioned mine for understanding.
   "You're right," I said evenly.  "I have a divorce to get through...I
probably don't need any more emotional distraction," I said but I didn't
mean it.
   I wasn't sure whether it was my fragile emotional state because of Angie
and her attitude but I had been more than taken with Becky since meeting
her.  And now we had had some pretty raunchy sex within three weeks of
meeting.  It was going to be difficult to step back and simply be there if
an opportunity came along.  Her mention of Mike had cooled my anticipation.
I was only to consider what had happened if she came to me again when the
situation allowed it.  She made that quite clear.
   She dressed and I walked her to the door and we kissed briefly.
   "That was so deliciously carnal," she said with a satisfied smile. 
"Just remember what I said.  We'll take things as they happen and not force
situations...and become careless and be discovered.
   "I agree," I said and we kissed again.
   Bring you adorable children on Saturday and meet Mike.  I know you will
like him," she said evenly.
   "How...how can you...?" I began.
   "How can I possibly invite a man I have committed adultery with to my
home and meet my husband?" she asked a little more seriously.  "Because I
genuinely want to be a friend with you and the best way is to have Mike be
friends with you as well...as well as our kids," she answered.
   I nodded.  She hadn't answered my question.  I understood the reason for
the invite but she hadn't told me how she could face Mike with me being
there and not feel some sort of guilty conscience.  I had done it with
Angie and it was very hard.  I always felt on edge.  Not on giving myself
away, but just the knowledge of what I was doing.  I decided Becky had had
several affairs.  I wasn't going as far in my assessment that she had
previously paraded other lovers before her husband because in this case the
invite was perfectly natural; and it came before the sex that had just
happened.  After she left was when I realized I still had no idea how she
came to be in my area as she had made it sound like it was a coincidence.
And where had she been, or maybe where was she going so early in the
evening and dressed to kill as she was.  Where were Mike and her kids
around dinnertime on a Tuesday evening that allowed her to come by here?
   ***
   Saturday arrived and I was excited in anticipation to see her again at
soccer.  She was there when I arrived and greeted me with a knowing smile
and a small pat on my arm as a subtle affectionate greeting.
   "Are you OK?" I asked.
   "I'm fine," she said with a laugh.  "How about you?" she smiled at me.
   "I haven't slept since," I grinned.
   "Oh dear," she smile.  "I hope you haven't worn anything out," and she
laughed.
   I blushed with embarrassment.  It was a nice comeback but she was closer
to the truth than she may have thought.  I'd been caught in a frenzy of
recall and jacking off since Tuesday.  She saw my blush and chuckled
knowingly.  We chatted as we always did and I was careful not to allude to
the sex on the Tuesday again.  I never asked after Mike as I figured I
would see for myself just what sort of guy he was soon enough.  When the
game was over, the kids were overjoyed to get their first win of the season
2-1.  I was to take the kids back to my apartment where Andy could change
into his casual clothes and then to go to the Heinz's at about four
o'clock.
   "Any time after four," Becky smiled as we mustered to get into the car.
   "What shall I bring?" I asked as an afterthought.
   "Just yourselves," she said with a smile.  "We have everything we need."
   We arrived just after four and knocked on the door.  Mike Heinz met us
and he beamed and welcomed us in to what was a very nice house.  Mike and
Becky were clearly well to do.
   "Robbie," he beamed.  "And this must be Andy and this is...?" he said
searching for Sophie's name.
   "This is Sophie," I said as I shook hands with him.
   He was a little shorter than me with thick black hair that was neatly
cut at the sides, leaving a fuller top.  I thought it was a younger man's
haircut but judging by the bracelet and necklace he wore, Mike felt he was
a younger dude than he actually was.  Whereas I wore a basic lemon colored
polo and cargo pants with cross-trainers, Mike had an off white short
sleeve silk shirt and baggy Fubu jeans and sandals.  He welcomed us into a
lavishly furnished living room and through the house and out onto a patio
by a sizeable pool.  I took in the scene and Mike stood letting me look,
obviously feeling smug I approved; maybe even please I felt a little
envious.
   "Robbie," I heard Becky's voice from behind me and she came out onto the
patio.  "You've obviously met Mike," she said with a grin and came up and
gave me a small kiss of greeting on the cheek.
   "Yes we sure have," Mike said with a grin.  "Come now, let's get the
kids a soda and some chips and we can sit down and relax," he said with a
chuckle.
   We were made to feel very welcome and despite the suggestion by Becky
that the pool was too cold for swimming just yet, Adam, Andy and Sophie
changed into their swim trunks and I spent a lot of the first half hour
patrolling the shallow end of the pool keeping close to Sophie so she
didn't have any difficulty in the water.  We chatted amiably with Becky and
Mike sitting at a table beside the pool with their four year old daughter
Alice in a chair with a drink of juice.  I glanced at them often and
decided they made the perfect couple even if Mike had the affectations of
the nouveau riche.  I used the opportunity to look at Becky as much as I
could without obviously staring when I had to look in their direction.  She
wore a plain white cotton dress that was wrapped around at the waist.  I
wondered if it was a dress to wear over a bikini or bathing suit and for
some reason I became secretly obsessed when she stood and moved about, to
detect the line of her bikini or panties.  At one point she stood near the
side of the house and a shaft of sunlight fell on her back and at that
point I could see the outline of her body and the parting of her legs
through the thin cotton; backlit by the sun.  I blushed as I objectified
her.  Hell I screwed her vaginally and anally on the one occasion we had
sex so trying to mentally undress her now was rather adolescent.
   WE enjoyed a convivial late afternoon with Mike and I drinking beer and
Becky drinking Sangria she had mixed herself.  We ate burgers Mike cooked
and as the afternoon gave way to early evening I heard their story.  Mike
had a small company that manufactured aluminum storage boxes and
accessories for pickup trucks.  I was kind of taken aback at how such a
small range of products gave him so much apparent wealth and he answered my
thought by mentioning he had firm contracts with the major truck dealers in
about a hundred mile radius and he was guaranteed success so popular were
his products.  He also made some to-order aluminum products for the marine
market.  They had struggled early on in their marriage and things came good
about five years back.  They bought this house two years back.  Becky
worked as a middle school teacher and they confessed her salary had
basically pulled them through the lean times.  Mike had no college
education and he was for all intents and purposes, the self-made man with
his beautiful partner acting as business accountant in her spare time.  She
was at college when they met and they married in their early twenties.
   The day ended too soon and despite Sophie being sleepy, Andy complained
it was too early to go home.  But it was eight thirty and I had a
dispensation from Angie to have them back at nine.  As I stood at the door
of my Jeep, Mike pumped my hand and then paused and glancing back at Becky,
he suggested I should come back for a night cap after dropping the kids
off.
   "That's a great idea," Becky beamed overhearing Mike's suggestion.
   "OK," I laughed...you've convinced me," I said and I caught Becky's
small nod of approval.
   I genuinely liked her company and despite her warning about not seeking
an affair, I knew I had feelings for her.  I would have to discipline
myself but right now I wanted to be in her company.  And Mike was genuinely
a nice friendly guy and there was clearly no suspicion I was any more than
a soccer dad be asked to join them for drinks.
   ***
   I arrived back at their house at about nine forty-five and tapped at the
door.  Becky opened it and she paused before letting me in.
   "Are you OK?" she asked quickly and glanced behind her.  "Mike's saying
goodnight to the kids," she added hastily.
   "Of courses...how about you?" I asked in return.
   "No issues," she said quickly.  "Come in," and she let me inside.
   I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me and turned the porch
light off.  She stood facing the window to the side of the door and made
sure the curtain was covering it.  I studied her wondering why this fussing
about the curtain then I realized she was somehow stalling before she
turned around.  I was puzzled by her behavior and then she turned slowly
and looked around the darkened room with only a standard lamp going in the
distant corner near some stairs that led down, not up.
   "Robbie I need you to trust me," she said quietly and he eyes held mine.
   "Of course...what's up?" I asked quizzically.
   "Nothing...nothings up," she answered reassuringly.  "But things might
seem a little weird with Mike and I...and you might have some questions you
feel you can't ask," she continued enigmatically.
   "What's the problem Becky," I said in a low tone.  "Mike doesn't suspect
us...about Tuesday...does he?" I said guessing that was what was causing
her some issues.
   "No...no...it's not that," she said quietly.  "Just trust me that's
all," she said quietly.  "Promise me," she added more firmly.
   "Of course...I said I would," I replied.
   There was clearly something she had on her mind.
   "Come on...let's go down to the pool room," she said and she took my arm
and led me across the expansive living room to the stairs.
   The pool room was large and it represented part of the basement that had
been lined and furnished as a bar with a pool table dominating the middle;
with several couches and seats around the edges.  She walked to the bar and
went behind it.
   "Would you like a shot of something?" she asked with a smile.
   "OK...how about a gin and tonic...Bombay Sapphire if you have it," I
said with a grin and leaned over the bar.
   "Yes we do," she grinned and I saw the back of the bar was well stocked.
   "Any strife from your wife when you got the kids back?" she asked as she
mixed the drink.
   "Never even came to the door," I said with a snort.  "Never does."
   "That's too bad," she said and handed me the drink.  "You'd like to
think she could try to at least be civil for the sake of the kids," she
added.
   "Angie's world is black and white," I said and waited watching her mix a
second drink.  "She'd like to hang me but that would mean she couldn't hang
me again," I said with a derisive chuckle.
   Becky laughed out loud at my statement and then after she finished her
amusement she became serious.
   "The woman you had the affair with...do you still see her," she asked
cautiously.  "I think I know you well enough to ask," she added quickly
catching my gaze.
   "Of course...I don't mind talking about it," I said to dispel any fear
she had she was being impertinent by asking.  "No I don't see here.  She
was a colleague but after Angie confronted us...the last time...she quickly
transferred to another branch of our company," I told her.
   "Angie confronted you?" she said her face lit up with interest. 
"Where...what did she do?" she asked and placed a Tequila Sunrise onto the
bar top for herself.
   "At a restaurant...she'd pretty much decided I was cheating...I don't
know how...but she followed us to a nearby town when I had an overnight
trip.  She caught Rhonda and me in a restaurant," I said retelling the
story.
   "That seemed innocent enough," Becky said leaning across the bar at me.
"She must have been sure you were sleeping together."
   "It was innocent on the surface but I let myself down.  I can't exactly
lie that well and when confronted us with the allegation we were having the
affair, I admitted it after denying it at first."
   "That must have been hard to do once you'd said it wasn't what it
seemed," she said
   "It wasn't hard it just had devastating results," I said.  "I wanted
immediate forgiveness and played the mea culpa card.  Of course Angie just
upped the vitriol."
   "Was she good," Becky said and looked a little furtively at me.  "This
Rhonda woman."
   I narrowed my eyes a little at the directness of the question and then
relaxed as I realized she was obviously comparing herself as `the other,
other woman'.
   "Yes she was," I chuckled and took a drink.  "She was very good," I
added and locked eyes with her.
   I noted her face go pale and she was looking past my shoulder.
   "Was she as good as my Becky," Mike said as he came up beside me from
behind.
   I froze locking my gaze with Becky; my pulse quickening at Mike's words.
Perhaps he was speaking generically.
   "I'll have Chivas on the rocks Becks," Mike said lightly and placed an
arm around my shoulder as Becky gratefully accepted the chance to break my
stare and turn away to fix Mike his drink.  I looked nervously at my drink,
wondering exactly what he was referring to.
   "Well was she Robbie...was your lover as good as Becks in the ol' sack?"
he said lightly chuckled, and I slowly turned and looked at him smiling at
me.
   I glanced at Becky and she was staring at me; reflected in the mirror
behind the bottles and glasses on the shelves.  She slowly turned with his
drink and walked to the bar and reached it out to him; not looking at me
but at him with a subtle warning in her eyes.
   "It's hard to compare exactly," I said slowly, looking at Becky for
answers to what was going down.  "The same but different," I said.
   "I know what you mean" he said in a nonchalant sort of manner.  "For us
men, there's no such thing as a bad fuck, just some better than others," he
chuckled glibly and took a sip of his drink.
   "Oh Mike that's crude and vulgar," Becky chided but she wasn't angry or
offended at his comment.
   There was a brief silence and then Mike spoke again.
   "Did you enjoy it with Becky?" he said evenly and stood and studied me.
   "Of course...I said slowly.  "It was fantastic."
   "It was," Becky said quickly and gave a nervous chuckle.
   Mike shuffled a little nervously and dropped his hand away from my
shoulder and I turned quickly perhaps expecting him to make some issue I
had just confessed to fucking his wife last Tuesday.  He cleared his throat
and looked at me.
   "The thing is Robbie...Becky wasn't actually in your neighborhood by
accident," he said a little sheepishly.  "She actually came to see
you...ah...for exactly the reason you enjoyed together," he added and took
another sip of his drink and his eyes flicked to Becky and back to me.
   I looked at Becky for confirmation.
   "Guilty," she said with a weak grin.  "I suggested it...Mike went along
with it...and I wasn't disappointed," she said locking eyes with me.
   I recalled her words `trust me' she had uttered when I arrived back this
evening.  This revelation that Mike was in on her coming to see me, knowing
she came for sex with me, was what she was referring to when she asked me
to trust her.  To trust the situation was not one of hostility when the
truth came out.  I glanced down at my drink to gather my thoughts.
   "And you obviously enjoyed it to," Mike said.  "If Becky is
correct...and I don't doubt her judgment at all in these matters," he said
quickly.
   I looked from one to the other and Becky glanced at Mike and then leaned
forward and took my forearm.
   "We want you to stay the night with us," she said holding my gaze.
   "What?" I said nervously but I heard her loud and clear and the preamble
discussion was now becoming crystal clear.
   "We want you to join us...in bed...for sex," Mike said evenly and put an
arm on my shoulder again.
   I stood feeling trapped yet excited at what they were proposing.  Mike
misunderstood my silence.
   "I don't get off screwing men," he said quickly.  "Some things I can do,
but not that."
   "Mike likes to watch," Becky said a little more lightly in tone.  "He
gets off watching me with another man...or woman," she said and her eyes
were gently pleading with me to understand.
   "And what about you?" I said looking at her.
   "I get the best of both worlds," she answered quickly.  "I get to give
Mike what he wants, and I get great sex with other men without cheating on
Mike.  And I can say none of the other men...or women...has ever been left
out and no one has yet complained," and she took a sip of her drink; her
eyes watching me over the glass.
   "Which is why you can never have an affair," I said piecing together her
warning not to get attached to the secret sex with her on Tuesday.
   "Exactly," she said quietly.  "I have no need for clandestine affairs if
I have someone who is happy to join us...in a threesome," she said and
looked at Mike.  "I love Mike and Mike only," she continued and then looked
back to me.  "So this way everybody wins."
   "Seems like they do," I said dryly.
   Mike had looked at us suspiciously when I mentioned the word `affair'.
Clearly Becky and I had talked about affairs and he must have felt uneasy
that that topic had come up during her visit on Tuesday.  He would wonder
what my aspirations were for his wife.
   "So you'll stay with us," Mike said cautiously.
   I looked at Becky and held her gaze.  I should be mad they played me
like this.  But she was one hot woman and I knew if I reacted negatively, I
would be out the door before I had a chance to even finish my drink.
   "Will you stay with us?" Becky said now starting to look concerned I
might decide to leave.
   "I'm not sure how I can refuse," I began and Becky smiled at me
realizing I was considering it.
   "That's the spirit," Mike beamed and slapped me on the shoulder.  "You
won't regret it."
   "But I can't promise how effective I'll be," I continued.  "I've never
been with anyone other than the woman I've been with," I concluded with a
weak grin.
   "Oh I think I can coax some action out of you if you're worried about
stage fright," Becky grinned and winked at me.
   "I've seen a few get a little apprehensive at first," Mike chuckled,
"But Becks is right.  She has the command to get a stellar performance out
of any reluctant performer," Mike grinned.
   I looked from one to the other and then back to Becky again.
   "How to begin," I said with a wry smile.
   "Oh baby just leave it to me," Becky said and quickly left from behind
the bar.
   She walked around to our side.  Mike grinned and pulled back from me as
Becky arrived and went into a crouch.  Looking up at me she smiled and said
"relax Robbie" and unzipped my jeans.  With Mike craning over her shoulder,
drink in hand, Becky rolled my cock in her hand and with a deliberate look
up at me she drew me into her mouth.  Mike moved back in behind his
crouching wife and looked over her shoulder as Becky began to give me slow
deliberate head as she jacked me.  I had no fear of temporary droop; she
was expert and I instantly came up hard.
   "You're not wrong about it," I heard Mike mutter quietly.
   Becky took her mouth off my cock and gave a little laugh and then looked
up at me.
   "I told Mike you were well hung," she grinned and then went back to work
on my cock.
   Mike grinned at me and winked
   "Good?" he asked.
   "Great I gasped," as Becky twirled and jacked me in her mouth.
   Mike turned and walked to the doorway and into a small alcove at the
bottom of the stairs, and disappeared out of view.  He appeared about two
minutes later; stark naked with a sizeable erection jutting out.
   "Come on you two," he called.  "Into the guest room...hurry up," and he
disappeared from view once more.
   ***
   The sex was amazing.  I had never been with anyone other than one person
when having sex.  For the past eleven years it was Angie.  But Mike and
Becky were to reveal a sexual permissiveness within their marriage that any
man would welcome to be part of; and perhaps some women as well.  As we
walked in Mike's direction, Becky undid the sash around the middle of her
dress and let it fall from her shoulders and had removed it completely by
the time we walked into a medium size bedroom which was dominated by a
large king size bed.  There was a dresser at one end against a wall and
this had a mirror on it.  I would realize through the evening that the
mirror was important to them as they spent a lot of time looking at the
action they were in, reflected in the mirror.  Mike was already lying back
stroking his cock and Becky climbed up onto the bed and crouched over his
groin; and as I undressed, I heard her mouth slurping at Mike's cock. 
There was a single chair against one wall and I threw my clothes on it,
looking around and wondering where Mike's clothes were; not that it was
important.  Beside the bed on each side was a nightstand with a single
table lamp.  Neither lamp was going with the illumination of the windowless
room coming from a light in the ceiling.  The room was quite well lit and
it occurred to me this room was set up for exactly this situation.  Between
one end of the dresser and one wall, there were two louvered doors which I
guessed concealed a closet.  For all intents and purposes, this was another
guest room but in practice, their room for sex with a third party.  I guess
it was to keep the sanctity of their marital bedroom and away from the kids
upstairs.  Mike was lying back with his hands gently fondling Becky's hair
as she sucked him.  He glanced at me and made a motion with his head to
urge me to join in.
   I walked to the end of the bed and looked hungrily at Becky's rump and
the plump sex lips framed by her thighs as she kneeled and crouched over
Mike.  I positioned my self behind her and bent my face in and starting
licking and running my tongue into her slit and around her perineum.  Becky
groaned and sighed "oh yes please" and returned to sucking Mike.  As I
burrowed my tongue in I caught the faint odor of funk from her anus and the
sweet sickly smell of her sex which I knew would be wet and excreting her
juices as she was clearly aroused.  I nibbled and sucked and reached one
hand around her thigh and found the clitoris at the top of her vulva and
when I hit it she gasped and lifted her head of Mike's cock in an attempt
to get composure.  I heard Mike chuckle and whisper something to her and
she giggled lightly and then gasped as my fingers hit the spot once more. I
heard Mike say "come on baby...back on task" in gentle reproach that she
had stopped sucking him, and soon the steady slurp, slurp from Becky's
mouth signified she had started sucking him again.  But my fingers were
commanding some attention and several times she pulled her head off Mike's
cock and sighed and gave a little `o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h' as my fingers hit the
spot; only to return to sucking when the delicious annoyance had moved away
briefly.  I decided to enter her and lifted my face from her sex and
scooted forward on my knees.  She anticipated my move and parted her legs
by moving her knees on the bed and her sex now gaped; and it was very pink
and dewy from her juices and my saliva.  I took my cock in hand and run it
up her slit and she moaned on Mike's cock anticipating what would come
next. I slowly inched into her and she stopped sucking and laid her head on
one forearm across Mike's abdomen and sighed and groaned in enjoyment as I
slid further inside of her wetness.
   When I started to fuck her, Becky still had her head on her arm and Mike
gently coaxed her mouth back onto his cock.  For the next few minutes she
held firm despite me reaching under her and twirling her clitoral area with
my fingers.  I was fucking her steadily and I could hear Mike uttering
small encouragement to her to continue sucking him.  I looked at his face
and saw a look of bliss as he stared at Becky crouched over him.  It was
true; he was getting off on her enjoying me fucking her.  He had hardly
looked at me but he caught my gaze and smiled and nodded slightly in
consent and then he gazed back at Becky.  I had no doubt this was their
moment despite me being buried in her sex.  Becky pulled her head off his
cock with an exasperated sigh and gasp and I heard her breathlessly utter
something to Mike as she was now pushing back against me and moving her
hips as the enjoyment flowed through her.
   "OK baby...come up," I heard Mike say softly and to my surprise, Becky
shuffled forward on her knees causing me to slip out of her cunt.
   She positioned herself over Mike's cock that she held in her hand and I
heard her sigh as she slowly sank down on it.  This was their gig so I
stayed behind her for a few moments as she got her position right and
slowly began to rise and fall on Mike's cock; her hands on his chest and
him holding her upper arms and watching her.  I decided I wasn't going to
be a spectator all night so I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms
around her under her arms, and found her big breasts and began to stroke
and caress them and she sighed and turned her head back to me and smiled.
As she momentarily turned looking at me, I leaned in and kissed her and she
looked surprised at my move but did not break the kiss.  I wondered briefly
if this kissing was affection that came too far inside their personal
romantic intimacy; and perhaps not permitted by Mike.  But Becky kissed me
passionately and her tongue worked mine over as the kiss became sloppier;
and more like hungry people feeding.  I felt her body shake and she broke
the kiss and turned towards Mike.  He had shaken her arms to break the
kiss. But instead of being angry or upset, he curled a hand around her neck
and pulled her down to kiss him.  He was feeling neglected and wanted to
kiss her too.  She was now crouched forward and I saw his cock spreading
her labia as she moved her hips slowly; restricted in full movement by the
need to stay bent in the position to kiss him.  Her anus was slightly
dilated and I touched it with my fingers.  She jerked slightly at my touch
and pushed back as much as she was able and I took this as an endorsement.
I slowly traced a finger around and against the dark little pucker and
tried to introduce the finger but she was dry.  Mike's cock had her plugged
full so I could not get at her natural juices to wet my fingers.  I was
stumped.  She was too dry to enter easily and as I was pondering mustering
up some spittle, which isn't the best lubricant going.  I heard Becky
mutter something to Mike and then I saw Mike's hand extend off the bed and
tap the nightstand a couple of times as he looked intently at me.  He
wanted mo to look in the drawer.  I leaned across the side and pulled the
door.  Inside was an array of sex toys and lying on its side, a large
bottle of what I assumed was lubricant.  I peered briefly at the several
sizes of dildoes and one which had a cable coming out of the end of it;
probably a vibrator.  I took the lubricant from the drawer.
   I quickly lubricated Becky's anal pucker as she and Mike kissed and
petted as she lay forward over his body.  His cock wedged in her cunt.  She
gasped as I pushed the slick fingers in further to lubricate the sphincter
properly.  I then poured a generous stream of the thick fluid onto my cock
and stroked it along the length several times.  Crouching on the soles of
my feet as I had done last Tuesday, I guided my greasy cock head to her
shiny slicked pucker and slowly pushed past the resistance of the tight
muscle.  Becky groaned and then sighed as my cock slowly breached the
sphincter and I felt a surge of eroticism as I felt my cock slide deeper
into her and I could feel Mike's cock pushing against the wall between her
vagina and rectum.  Once in position, I slowly began to sodomize Becky and
she was now groaning constantly in enjoyment.  Mike started to push up
slowly and with a few adjustments on Becky's part, we doubled teamed her
for at least eight to ten minutes.  I couldn't believe myself being here
like this.  The carnal nature of the coupling had taken me over and I was
in a sexual daze as I rose and fell on the balls of my feet and sodomized
her deep; occasionally deliberately pushing so my balls hit her sex and
Mike's cock buried in it.  She groaned and gasped ad somewhere in the first
three or four minutes she came hard; wailing and groaning as Mike whispered
to her and held her trapped in his arms.  It spurred me on and I went quite
hard at her for a few minutes.  Her wailing faded away and she was left
making small grunts and groans and I saw Mike pull his head up and take one
breast in his mouth as he continued to make small jerks with his hips to
fuck her as I sodomized her ass.  She came a second time only this time the
response was more frantic and random and she twisted and turned to get away
from the nagging sensation in her entire nether regions.  Our cocks were
now too much for her sensitized body and she was gasping "no...no...no...no
more...please...no more" interspersed with small semi-hysterical laughs to
show she wasn't in any discomfort; things had just become too darn
sensitive for her right now.
   Mike quickly struggled out from under her and I watched in surprise as
he knelt before her and began jacking his cock fiercely to cum in her mouth
while she was still in an agitated state of euphoria, spitted by my cock in
her tight ass.  It was too much for me and I started to cum hard; shoving
deep into Becky's ass and spewing forth.  Mike shouted
"a-a-a-h-h-h...a-a-a-h-h" each time he sprayed her face and from what I
could see Becky had difficulty holding her mouth opened to take the cum
because of the agitation she was feeling with me pounding her ass as I
came. When we both finally finished Becky dropped her head and sobbed "oh
God...oh fucking God...that was fantastic" and lifted her head and turned
with a goofy look on her face to look at me.  I was still crouched over
her, buried in her ass and I stopped and stared at her with Mike's cum
splattered all over her face and hanging from her chin.  Mike was till
trying to ring the last few frantic drops from his cock with his hand and
he grabbed her hair and turned her back to take him in her mouth to clean
him off.  I took my cue and slowly pulled from Becky's ass and she made a
farting noise and I watched the cum bubble back and slither down her
perineum to drip to the bedding.  It was brilliant white in comparison to
the opaqueness of Mike's cum splattered on her face.  Churned white by the
pumping in the tight dark rectum.
   After Becky climbed off, Mie disappeared and I heard a toilet flush; but
he didn't come back into the room.  Becky lay on her side facing me looking
wasted with a languid smile on her face.
   "Did you enjoy that...I did," she said with a satisfied grin.
   "It was fantastic," I smiled and flicked the closest nipple playfully,
causing her to wince and grin once more.
   "I wish Mike would let it go inside me," she said.  "But he's into the
debasement thing of spraying me," she said with a wry chuckle.
   "I know where he's coming from," I said.  "Being pinned by two bodies
takes away any control of his orgasm.  I suspect that's why he has to get
out from under to cum as he knows he can."
   "You men always stick together," she chuckled.
   "What about the kissing thing?" I asked almost in a whisper.
   "He's not happy with that," she said quietly looking a little serious.
"The only time he likes anyone kissing me is a woman.  He accepts it as
part of the lesbian-bi thing; woman to woman.""
   "He feels threatened despite the openness of this," I said as an
observation.
   "Sshh...don't go there...don't introduce any discussion about being
threatened or any romantic notion you have some equality," she warned, her
eyes narrowing, but she stroked my face to show it was his issue not hers.
   "What next?" I asked realizing we were whispering and I didn't know why.
   "Not much right now because I'm shattered," she chuckled.  "Oh...he will
want you to fuck me so he can just watch; which is what he likes to do. 
And then I will go upstairs with Mike and you will sleep here.  If you're
lucky, he might suggest we come back down just before daybreak before Alice
wakes; for a dawn breaker," she grinned.
   "How often have you done this?" I asked.
   Her face clouded and she looked at me with a degree of concern.
   "You don't need to know that," she said quietly.  "Anything before you
is Mike and my business...and the people who have joined us."
   "You've been double teamed before," I said as an observation.
   "I've have," she agreed.  "I've done many things we haven't approached
tonight."
   "Will we get to do some of those things?" I asked tentatively.
   "I can't say," she said and her eyes flicked away evasively.
   "Only if I pass the test?" I said realizing I was on some probation here
in the bedroom.
   "In a manner of speaking," she said quietly but didn't look at me.
   Mike came back into the bedroom with a tray of fresh drinks and sat half
on the bed behind Becky.
   "What are you two talking about he said," and looked at me a little
suspiciously.
   "I was just asking Becky what was next...if it was time for me to cut
out and leave you two," I said and took my drink from him.
   "I think we could have Robbie to stay the night," Mike said with a smile
at Becky and she glanced at me and smiled back at him and nodded.
   "I think so to," she said and made a moue with her lips to be kissed.
   Mike bent and kissed her and she held his face.  I read the message. 
This was about them and I needed to know that.
   Becky climbed off the bed and reached for the wrap-around dress.
   "I'll check Alice," she said to Mike and left the room.
   "Alice sometime wets the bed," he said.  "We lift her about midnight and
take her to the bathroom to pee."
   "We were lucky," I said knowing what he meant.  "Sophie was a dream to
toilet train.  She's been dry since she was three."
   We fell silent and sipped our drinks.  Finally Mike spoke.
   "So how was it?" he asked looking at me.
   "It was great...a little awkward at first...but great," I answered
truthfully.
   "She's a little shattered," Mike said.  "I can tell in her face.  You
can feel pleased; she doesn't usually get this wasted so early with a new
partner."
   I nodded a bland understanding he knew his wife's sexuality well.
   "Maybe one more...you can fuck her again if you like," he said candidly.
   I grinned and nodded.  They were on the same page but I guessed they had
already rehearsed the evening before I got there.  I wondered if the double
team was intended.  I would have thought such a coupling was reserved for a
third or fourth visit.  Not first off.
   "Have you ever done this before?" Mike asked.
   "No...as I said earlier...I've only ever been with one woman...and me,"
I said.
   "Of course...of course you said," Mike answered with a smile.
   "Better than last Tuesday?" he asked and he looked at me intently.
   "Different," I said being careful not to let him think being alone with
Becky was better than this.
   "How so?" he asked his eyes watching me carefully.
   "I've been with another woman in what was a cheating situation.  I
figured Becky was doing what I was doing...cheating...before I knew you
knew," I answered carefully.  "So there was a different prevailing attitude
to her being there.  But here, with you...it's more relaxed because I don't
feel she is cheating...like I had thought on Tuesday."
   "Good answer," he grinned and offered his glass and we touched glasses
as an ersatz toast.
   Becky came back into the room.
   "She was already wet," she said ruefully.  "Probably all that soda the
kids drank today.  I changed her and she's sleeping soundly."
   She climbed up onto the bed and crawled up between Mike and I who were
lying on each extreme side of the bed.
   "Are you two a little nervous about being so close without me?" she
chuckled and Mike looked embarrassed.
   "Oh darling...you're such a homophobe," she grinned and patted his cheek
lightly.  "This is nice," she said lightly as she lay back between us with
her hands clasped on her stomach.
   Mike placed his drink on the nightstand and leaned into her and they
kissed passionately while I lay watching.  Mike occasionally flicked his
eyes to mine and I noted this kissing was his way of marking his territory.
She was his not mine.  I got the message.  I slowly massaged her breast and
she turned and smiled and whispered "that's nice" and returned to making
out with Mike.  She was on one hip half turned towards Mike so I slowly
trailed my lips down her ribcage and leaned over to get at her stomach to
her pubis.  She adjusted her position to lie back more and open her legs in
anticipation of where I was heading; yet she never broke the kiss with her
husband.  I was now crouched and sucking her; stabbing my tongue into her
clitoris and I heard her moan and groan as I started to arouse her.  They
finally broke their kiss and she lay on her back once more with Mike
holding her hand and kissing and tonguing her breasts and nipples.  It had
occurred to me Mike had not cum in her cunt earlier so I had no qualms at
eating her out.  She became restless in arousal and eventually gasped "come
into me Robbie" and held her hands up.  Mike withdrew and kept one hand on
her closest breast.  I fucked his wife slowly and deliberately in the
missionary position while he watched in fascination.  I glanced at him and
saw his cock was hard with excitement.  Becky lifted her knees and trapped
me between them pressing into my side and I slowly brought her to another
shuddering orgasm; catching her with more urgent fucking to cum hard and
cry out with her as I filled her cunt for the first time during the sex
this night.  Mike was staring in the mirror; his face almost trancelike as
he viewed Becky and I rutting from the rear as a reflection.  Becky took my
shoulders and slowly rolled me off and then turned as Mike lifted her head
and stabbed his cock at her face.  She took him in hand somewhat awkwardly
as she was lying with one arm trapped under her.  He slipped back off the
bed and she lay on her stomach propped by her hands and turned to his cock
now level with her face as he stood and crouched over her.  She sucked him
urgently for few minutes and then he began to signal his impending
ejaculation by a series of gasps and groans she recognized.  She let him go
and I knew she had opened her mouth as Mike now took his cock and began
jacking himself frantically.  He started to gasp and groan and I leaned
over Becky's body and watched Mike cum erratically; ostensibly aimed at her
open mouth but the cum missing more than hitting her tongue, and instead
splattered her cheek and chin once more.  One ribbon of semen lodging in a
sticky string in her hair at one side of her face.  I watched her gulp the
semen that did find her mouth and then using her fingers, she steered the
closest globs to her lips into her mouth and cleaned herself up.  Mike took
her head in his hands and I watched fascinated as he cleaned now licked his
own cum from her face.  He missed the smear of cum in her hair.  She lay
back with a sigh of satisfaction and toyed with the wetness in her hair.
   "Urk," she exclaimed as she realized what it was and drew the strands of
hair out teasing the cum out onto her fingers.
   "I think sleep is in order," Mike chuckled and then looked at me.  "Are
you going to stay the night...stay for breakfast?" he said lightly.
   "Oh yes please do," Becky said.  "Stay and join us for breakfast.  Don't
go home to that lonely apartment."
   "All right," I laughed.  "I'll stay for breakfast."
   It was almost one o'clock in the morning.  Becky rolled off the bed as
Mike backed back to let her stand.  She reached for the dress on the floor
and she put it on and tied the sash loosely around her waist.  She answered
my earlier question to myself about what panties she may have been wearing;
she had worn none.  Mike produced his shorts from beside the bed and
slipped them on; gathering his remaining clothes as he smiled warmly and
bid me goodnight.  Becky said goodnight and touched my foot near where she
stood at the foot of the bed; as a small sign of affection.  I guess
kissing was definitely off limits with Mike here.  Even platonic goodnight
pecks on the cheek.  I guess that was fair.  I'd already had the privilege
of fucking his wife's ass and cunt vigorously tonight.  Kissing her
goodnight might be too much as it might be seen as an emotional almost
romantic action; not the purely sexual actions he was happy to permit. 
They left me to myself and I lay back and reflected on the events to date.
I had no doubt they set this up in some weeks back.  The visit to my
apartment by Becky was like a sexual interview.  I was surprised Mike
agreed to that given his latent insecurity about her alone with anyone
else. Yet he went along with anything I tried while he was engaged with her
as well so the actual sex did not seem to faze him.  In fact he admitted,
and demonstrated by his expression that he really enjoyed it.  But I had
this nagging doubt he did not feel so comfortable with the relationship
Becky and I might have formed in the time we stood chatting at our kid's
soccer games.  And I wondered just how far I was to go with Becky when she
visited.  Had she give more with me than she normally did in the pre-group
"interviews" when selecting a partner for their threesomes?  I had deduced
I was the perfect candidate.  I was married so experienced, yet free.  I
had had an affair so no stranger to bedding down with someone that was not
my wife.  I had been celibate for five months or more so probably horny;
and forgiving my own immodesty, Becky approved of me after the chat
sessions at soccer before the sex that Tuesday.  It was all a matter of
expediency to them.  There was no angry wife to find out and they could
engage me as friend through the contact and friendship of their Adam and my
Andy in normal daytime contact.  I smiled grimly to myself.  Despite having
had fantastic sex I felt hollow.  I daren't say they used me but it was
certainly a matter of expediency that saw me lying in their guest room in
the basement of their plush house.
   ***
   They returned together just after daybreak.  Giggling as they slipped
into bed; Becky first pushing me across and allowing Mike in behind her
   "Have you got a morning woody," she chuckled and groped me.  "Oooh we
have," she giggled.  "Just like Mike."
   She slid under the blanket and I felt her mouth on my cock.  She lay on
her side and sucked me and I felt her give a small shudder and gasp and she
took her mouth off my cock momentarily.  I deduced Mike had slipped into
her from behind as they lay on their side.  Mike fucked her slowly and she
slurped and sucked my cock.  The room was warm and the blanket she was
under was hiding her from my view so I rolled it back.  Mike was indeed
shoving her from behind and she occasionally gasped and moaned as he shoved
into her.  I was a little bemused at the noises she was making and at one
point she groaned and laid her head on my groin and gasped; "Mike go
easy...it's so tight...go easy baby, you'll tear me."
   It dawned on me Mike was in her ass and it was hurting her.  She went
back to sucking briefly but I could feel Mike was becoming more earnest in
screwing her ass and she started to complain once more finally letting me
go and chastising him.
   "Mike take it easy," she complained.  "You're hurting me."
   Without engaging in dialogue with her complaint, Mike wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her over so she lay back on top of him.  He
maneuvered himself more into the centre of the bed and Becky struggled to a
near sitting position on her husbands cock.  I realized he was looking
intently in the mirror and he could see his cock in her tight ass.  By
sitting more upright, propped by her arms with his hands on her shoulders,
Becky slowly rose and fell with gasps and deep breaths as she was
sodomizing herself on her husbands cock.  After they struck a rhythm that
was not uncomfortable to her, Mike looked across at me watching them.
   "Come on Robbie...get into it...take the front," he said through gasps
of enjoyment.
   I didn't need any further prompting.  For the second time in six hours,
I doubled teamed Becky with her husband.  This time carefully straddling
her and engaging my cock in her open sex.  I slid in and holding her
shoulders lightly for balance, I rutted up and into her; feeling Mikes cock
through the wall to her rectum.  This way we fucked her and slowly we found
a rhythm that suited.  I noted Mike looking past us and knew he was using
the mirror to play the voyeur from the rear once more.  We fucked her quite
savagely we were so aroused and for her part Becky was moaning constantly
in enjoyment of the ravaging of her two holes millimeters apart.  She
started to tense up and this was the precursor to a series of contractions
I felt in her sex and she started wailing and cumming hard on the two cocks
invading her.  Mike started cumming first and that set me off and soon the
room was filled with the noise of the three of us cumming hard.  Mike and I
flooding her vagina and rectum as we emptied ourselves.  Becky virtually
passed out and lay back on mikes chest, his cock slipping from her and at
first I followed her as she lay back; but as I had emptied myself, I pulled
back and slipped out also.  I eased back and watched her anus and vagina
slowly leak the dual creampie out and slither onto the bed sheet.  Becky
had her eyes shut and Mike was kissing her cheek and stroking her hair.  It
was then I heard a small voice behind me saying "mommy I wet my bed," and I
turned in horror to see little Alice standing in the doorway with a brown
ragged Teddy bear in her hand.  I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over
Becky quickly as Mike slid out from under her.  He got off the bed and
walked quickly to the little girl, picking her up and turning away from
Becky and me in the bed.
   "It's OK honey," he said smoothly as he spirited the little girl away.
   Becky was still virtually comatose from her orgasm and I let her doze. I
got out of bed and went to find the bathroom which was another door off the
alcove at the foot of the stairs.  I took a leak and run water over my
hands and splashed my face.  This was now all too weird.  I did not feel I
wanted to stay here any longer.  The slip up with their daughter walking in
on us struck a chord with me.  Could I have tolerated doing something that
Sophie might be exposed to?  By the time I returned to the bedroom Mike had
returned and he was shaking Becky awake quietly and insisting she get back
up to their room.  I stood behind him and Becky saw me and a dreamy smile
came over her face.  I swallowed hard.  The look of recognition was almost
a betrayal of Mike; trying to get her to respond to his shaking to go and
help with the damage control on Alice.  Eventually it registered what Mike
was insisting on and she stepped off the bed and he handed her a robe he
had brought back with him.  She slowly put it on and Mike led her from the
room.  She looked back with the dreamy smile and they vanished from the
room.  I decided I would not stay for breakfast.  I had a quick shower at
about seven o'clock and went looking for them after I had dressed.  I found
them on the patio in bathrobes, drinking coffee.  They looked subdued and I
detected they were feeling bad about little Alice's' untimely arrival in
the basement bedroom.  She might only be four years old but who knows how
much of what she saw she would retain and piece together when she was
older. I told them I had decided to get home rather than wait for breakfast
when their kids woke.  They looked at each other quickly and agreed it was
a good idea which told me they had possibly been discussing the very same
thing; not really wanting me to be there.  Maybe they could bluff off it
was just them somehow.  I bid them good morning and quietly slipped out of
the house and went home.
   I was preparing dinner on Wednesday evening when there was a knock at my
door.  It was Becky.  I stood somewhat surprised to see her but given the
delights of her last visit, I was upbeat she had returned to be with me
alone.
   "I'm not here for long," she said quickly as I ushered her in and gave
me a pointed look.
   "OK," I said slowly.  "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
   "I...I came here to tell you that..." she paused and looked
uncomfortable.  "To tell you that there can't be another night like
Saturday night," she said pensively and averted her eyes from looking at
me.
   "Alice?" I said simply, referring to the little girl's untimely
appearance in the doorway of the bedroom.
   "Partly," she answered and gave me a long sad stare.
   "Partly?" I asked in surprise.  "What's the other part?"
   "Us," she said simply and dropped her gaze.
   I studied her body language and pondered her simple answer.
   "Explain to me," I said evenly.
   She shuffled uncomfortably and then looked at me.
   "I feel something for you," she said simply.  "I've only felt that once
before...and I can't afford to feel it again," she said hesitantly.
   "I feel it to," I said simply and walked toward her and took her elbows.
   "Please don't Robbie," she said and twisted away from me and walked to
the end of the couch.
   "I can't do this...I have Mike and my family.  I can't let this feeling
develop and get out of control," she said almost desperately pleading with
me to understand.
   "Why not...if you feel what I feel?" I said a little bewildered at her
attitude.
   "Because that's not part of the deal...with Mike and me...and whoever.
It's strictly Mike and my rules and whoever agrees to join us has to play
by them...or not play at all," she said firmly.
   "So I'll play by them," I said simply.
   "No you won't," she said evenly.  "You struggled with it all last
Saturday.  I saw and Mike suspected...there was resentment you could not be
equal.  You have an inkling what I feel for you and you struggled to remain
secondary to Mike."
   "I'll change then," I said.
   "Oh Robbie...don't try and kid yourself.  You want to be with me more
than Mike and me," she said gently trying to make me see her point of view.
   "It's true," I said admitting she was right.
   "So I can't risk my feelings developing for you," she said sadly.  "You
can't come back.  I've already talked with Mike and he agrees."
   She paused and looked me in the eye.
   "I told him I didn't feel comfortable with you...that way...which
surprised him given how I seemed to be into it.  But I convinced him you
were not right for us...you were best kept as a distant acquaintance...for
Adam and Andy's sake," she said sadly.
   `"So I'm getting blown off because you feel something for me?" I asked
quietly.
   She nodded sadly at me.
   "You said there was one other time you felt something for someone...when
was that?" I asked.
   "Twelve years ago," she said.
   "That's seems a lifetime ago," I laughed a little derisively.
   "It was with Mike," she said quietly.
   I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
   "I was a good time girl at those college drink parties where there is a
lot of public sex.  It was a scene...almost a drug because of the thrill of
the exhibitionism...that I became hooked on.  I met Mike one night and we
hit it off.  Before you know it we're an item and we became aware of a
fragmented group that was more into couples swap than exhibitionism and
public sex," she said calmly, relating her past history.  "That's how we
got into this thing."
   She moved along the back of the couch away from as if thinking how to
continue.
   "You must realize there have been men...like you...with Mike and
me...and none have ever threatened me from inside...my feelings...my
weakness...like you are doing," she said quietly.  "I recognize it...and I
can't afford it to develop.  It's trite...but it's me more than you that
threatens Mike and me."
   "I hear what you are saying but I don't get it," I said calmly.  "Why
are you fighting it?"
   "You need to get it" she said simply.  "You won't be back to our house
and this is the last time I will come here," she said staring at me.  "It's
the way it is."
   I nodded and felt deflated.  She was admitting she had feelings for me
but she was spurning them.  I had to concede it was brave supporting her
family this way.  I had not thought of my family when I had an affair and
in some way she was showing a courage I did not...in avoiding an affair of
the heart that could destroy them.  I reluctantly had to get it; whether it
was what I wanted or not.
   Becky left no more than fifteen minutes after she arrived.  The
conversation ended when she paused at the door and turned to me.
   "See you at soccer Saturday?" she asked quietly.
   "Yep...see you at soccer," I said trying to sound relaxed she was
leaving.
   "Are we friends Robbie?" she asked staring at me.
   "We're friends Becky," I said firmly.
   She left and I sat and felt deflated.  The feelings she referred to I
had felt to.  I wanted to see some way to have our feelings develop but of
course it meant destroying her family; and having succumbed to my own
stupidity once already, it was folly to encourage her to do the same just
for me.  I got up off the couch and went to the kitchen to continue making
dinner when there was a knock at the door again.  I felt a surge of
optimism it was Becky and perhaps she's had a change of heart.  I walked to
the door quickly and opened it expectantly.  I was stunned; there in my
doorway with her arms folded and a scowl on her face was Angie.
   ***
   Her face looked grave as she strode past me without invitation.  She
walked across the room and wheeled to look at me.  I closed the door
deliberately and stood in front of it regarding her body language.  She was
clearly pissed about something.  More so than what I had become to accept
as her attitude towards me.
   "What is it?" I asked when she stood deliberately waiting for me to
speak first; prompted by her attitude that was meant to antagonize me to
ask the very question I did ask.
   "You just can't keep it in your pants can you," she barked at me.
   "What are you talking about?" I asked trying to sound surprised even
though I now had inkling as to what it was that she was alluding to.
   "That woman that just left...the Heinz woman...whose place you took the
kids to last Saturday," she spat contemptuously at me.
   "We're separated...you're getting a divorce," I said evenly.  "Mind your
own business."
   Her jaw dropped and she was visibly shocked by my hitting back.  She
expected me to deny it.
   "I need to be careful about our children," she said feebly trying to
sound firm.
   I had stolen her thunder.  She came here looking for a fight and I had
undercut her.
   "Let me have the right to check out anyone you want to date...for our
children's welfare of course...and I might think about allowing you the
same prerogative," I said acerbically, walking slowly towards her.
   "I have done nothing with anyone," she stammered.  "Not like you," she
spat, regaining some of her attitude she had when she came in.
   "What about Alex you paraded at the soccer a couple of weeks back," I
said reminding her of the guy she brought to the game.
   "I have never done anything I am ashamed of and the only man I have been
with in my life is you...mores the pity," she spat at me indignantly.
   Well at least old Alex hadn't had a leg over yet.
   "Unlike you, you cheater," she continued.
   "I admit it," I said candidly.  "That's why you are divorcing me.  I'm
fine with that...at least I can get on with my life and not feel like I
have to pay penance indefinitely."
   Her jaw dropped and she stood with her mouth open.
   "How can you say that!" she exclaimed; barely containing her anger.
   "It is what it is Angie.  I screw up, you divorce me.  I move on...you
move on," I said finally standing right in front of her.
   "You faithless, cheating bastard," she shouted and hit me on the arm
with her open hand.
   "I am," I agreed.  "And I will learn from it and make sure I'm more
careful in future," I said deliberately goading her.
   In all of the confrontations we had had since my affair with Rhonda
became known this was the first time she showed genuine anger at me. 
Previously she had been calm and stoic as she told me to leave, and
eventually she was filing for divorce.
   "Bastard," she shrieked and hit me again.  "You are so sure you can get
away with it so easily," she said and hit me again.
   "I haven't got away with anything as I've left home and you're going to
finally end it...so I can do what I damn well like, when I like and with
whom I like," I said and as if to finally acknowledge her smacks on my arm,
I poked her in the shoulder in petty retaliation.
   "Don't touch me," she shrieked and hit me.
   I poked her again.
   "Stop it," she yelled and this time she swung her whole arm and
collected the side of my head.
   It hurt and I swayed with the impact but regained my composure and poked
her again.  I was teasing her; making her wild at me.
   "Don't do that," she screamed and she hit me again.
   I pushed her with my hand; not hard just enough for her to have to
adjust her stance to keep from stepping back with the push.
   "You fucking bastard," she shrieked and started hitting me repeatedly.
"You-think-you-can-just-accept-what-you-did-by-walking-away-from-me," she
yelled; each word punctuated by an aimless whack on my arm.  "You think
it's OK to screw who you like because you think you don't have to consider
me...my feelings...how I felt...how I might feel," she screamed and burst
into tears realizing her blows were now aimless and had failed to make any
impact on me; and she began to cry loudly.  "You think I don't feel
it...you think I can just take it and forget it by kicking you out," she
bawled.  "You hurt me you Robbie...you hurt me...you hurt me...you hurt me
so badly," she sobbed and fell forward off balance and grabbed my shoulders
otherwise she would have fallen flat on her face.
   I grabbed her around the waist and held her and as she dissolved into
steady crying, interspersed with "you hurt me so bad" she allowed me to
fold her into an embrace and just hold her and let her cry out her anger
and frustration at the situation she had endured for five months.  She
bawled and sobbed for a few minutes and I slowly moved her towards the
couch and eased her down.  As I went to release her, feeling she had nearly
stopped crying, she clung to me and wedged herself against me; her head
buried against my neck.  She smelled delicious; her hair, her perfume, and
she felt so warm against me.  I suddenly felt a surge of remorse at what
had gone down.  My affair with Rhonda and my denial; and then the
humiliation of the admission I cheated.  The estrangement with Angie, right
through to the affair with Becky; and the threesome with her husband.  I
felt like the shit she had accused me of being.  My eyes watered and I
stifled a sob and shuddered involuntarily in doing so.  She lifted her head
and saw the tears in my eyes and a strange look of compassion came to her
face.
   "Don't cry Robbie," she whispered.  "Please don't cry," and she took my
head and craned her mouth up and we kissed.
   The kiss became more passionate and we were breathing heavily through
our noses as we glued our lips together and our tongues swirled together in
our mouths.  I can't recall who moved first, but in a blur I was pulling my
pants down and she was shucking her jeans.  There was no foreplay.  She
took my stiff cock in hand and dragged me towards her as she fell along the
couch and splayed one leg out on the floor and opened herself up.  I shoved
into her hard and she groaned and sobbed in a sense of relief that
something bottled up inside her was finally released.  I sobbed in joy that
I was embedded balls deep in my pretty wife.  We fucked like we had fucked
when courting; always expecting someone to discover us and having to couple
frantically to get our release together.  I shoved frantically at her and
she lifted her butt to meet me.  Within two minutes we were both gasping
loudly, recognizing the signs we were both near cumming and we hit the wall
together.  Crying out and gasping as the beautiful release consumed us and
I collapsed on her as her chest heaved as she fought to regain her normal
breathing; as I cried like a baby.
   "Don't cry Robbie," she whispered, her voice quavering but refusing to
cry any more.
   She cradled me and stroked my hair as I lay still buried inside of her.
As always, my feisty, tough little Angie was being the strong one.
   ***
   The frantic sex did not simply dissolve all of the issues.  Angie had
come to my apartment to offer an olive branch when she saw Becky leave that
evening.  Her concession to come to speak with me in a civilized way was
blown away by her latent jealousy as my wife; believing Becky and I were
having an affair.  Fortunately I was able to convince her nothing took
place that night.  I truthfully told her Becky had come to break it off
having already conceded to Angie we had been lovers, when she regaled me
about it.  At least I had been honest this time; even if Angie would never
hear of my threesome with the Heinz's.  I am allowed home for evening meals
and then I go back to my apartment.  We have agreed to go to counseling and
she has suspended the divorce proceedings pending what comes out of the
counseling.  We are both trying really hard to purge our feelings over my
affair with Rhonda and the effect on our family.  We take the kids places
together, including soccer.  Becky Heinz keeps her distance sensing Angie
has a grievance with her and I suspect Becky believes that Angie probably
does know about us.  Of course Angie does not know half the facts and I
accept Becky's intuitive good sense to keep her distance.  I'd like to tell
her Angie only knows about our one-to-one affair; at least to set her mind
straight on the threesome being just between us.  But to approach her would
risk Angie believing I still had some feelings for Becky and in this
delicate time of reconciliation I can't afford anything to disturb the
balance Angie and I are striving for.  On the face of it, I believe we will
survive and if couples who have been through this are right, we will
somehow be stronger for it.  Its hard work but we are working at it.  I
just know we will get through it.
   The End
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