TITLE    : Flowers For Two
STORYID  : flowers-for-two
SUMMARY  : And they always smell sweet wherever she puts them.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2020-07-17
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |cheating wife|cheating wives|loving wife|loving wives|


One can never say enough good about Blackrandl1958. She always makes everything better. Thank you, once again.



Flowers for two ... And they always smell sweet wherever she puts them.



I love Cincinnati. I love the people, the food, and the beer... great beer.



Like most cities, it has tremendous history. Its famous suspension bridge was built by John Roebling, the same guy who is known for the Brooklyn Bridge.



A few famous people come from here. Leonard Slye, for example. My father was named after him. Not the name Leonard, but the name he became famous for. Roy: as in Roy Rogers. My grandfather delivered newspapers to the father of another famous Cincinnatian. Her real name was Doris Kappelhoff, but she became famous as Doris Day.



I read the note from my best friend and next door neighbor, Sammy Wright: "Matt, the garage key pad doesn't work, so you'll have to go through the back door and use the pad by the kitchen door to open the garage door. The back door is never locked, so getting in will be easy." Those were the instructions Sammy gave me. He was stuck in one of the biggest meetings he would ever have. His company, CMW, was in talks to take over a German company. If the merger was successful, the new company would control almost a fourth of the cutting tools, milling cutters, spline shafts and worm shafts in the world and Sammy would become a very rich man; not that he was doing too badly, but neither was I.



I began selling real estate, and now had six offices scattered throughout the city. Matthew (Matt) Womack is my name.



Since the business plan was Sammy's brainchild, he had to be at the meeting. He had another meeting scheduled for later in the day. That was with the local BMW Dealer where he was to take delivery of a new 740i he bought for his wife, Julia, for her birthday. His intention was to have it in the garage and surprise her when they went to dinner that evening.



Since making the BMW meeting was not going to happen, He asked me to pick up the new car and put it in his garage. "She's playing bridge at your house, so there will be no trouble getting it in without her knowing," he said.



I had never driven a 740i before, so I was looking forward to it. Kris, my wife, Kristine Womack, had told me about the bridge game because that week it was supposed to be at our house. Four girls played every Wednesday, and they rotated houses. There was Kris and Julia, of course, plus Kendra Paige, and Cindy Epstein.



Sammy had taken Julia's car that morning on the pretext of getting it serviced. Kris's was in our garage and there were two vaguely familiar cars in Sammy's driveway, and they belonged, I assumed, to the other two card players. The question was, why were they in Sammy's drive? They were supposed to be in mine. Sammy had a two-car-wide drive, so I pulled in behind the car on the left.



I went in through Sammy's never-locked back door. I had just gotten completely inside when I heard loud laughter coming from the kitchen. I froze and just stood there. They were supposed to be next door at my house. The laughter died down a bit and I heard one of the ladies speak. They usually had a couple of drinks on "card day," and it sounded like that day was no exception. "All right. So we're all agreed. We all fuck him between now and the wedding. Right?"



There was general agreement, and I just stood there. I didn't recognize the voice. I was positive it was neither Julia nor Kris. The next voice was Julia's, however.



"So here's what we do." The voices faded away so it was obvious they had moved to another room. I rushed to the wall where the garage door button was. There was also a speaker button. I knew because I had helped Sammy install it. Not only was it an audio system, but it was also video. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on the kids wherever in the house they were. There were three master control units. One was in the garage where I was, one in the kitchen, and one in the master bedroom. I opened the wall locker the controls were in and turned it on. The first button I pushed was the living room. Nothing. Then the dining room. Nothing. Then the den. Bingo. The camera came on and I saw the four of them sitting around the card table. I only hoped none of them would notice the red light on the camera indicating they were being recorded. I had missed some of the conversation, but not much.



"Like before, we draw cards to see who goes first, second, third, then last. Each of us has to do something different to entice him to fuck us. And we can't offer him money." They all laughed.



Kendra spoke, laughing, "It might be the only way some of them would fuck Kris." They all laughed at the joke.



"Christ, girl, with a body like yours, the bastards would be paying you." The others agreed. So did I, actually. Kendra's body was killer.



The next voice belonged to my wife. "I hope I draw better this time. I drew last with Darryl and played hell coming up with something original after you three did him."



"But you have to admit we gave you 'A' for originality," said another unknown voice. That had to be the last of the four. After that comment, they all laughed.



Julia spoke. "Fuck yes. Having him go with you to pick up Cindy's sick puppy was a stroke of genius. How you got the puppy to throw up on him, then get him to undress and take a shower in Cindy's shower so you could join him and fuck him there was brilliant." They all laughed. "Okay. Time to draw," said Julia. "Kris, you're first. High card fucks him first."



Kris drew a Queen. "At least I won't be last this time." She laughed.



Cindy drew a five. "Fuck. That isn't good." Everybody but Cindy laughed.



Julia was next. A ten. There were comments all around with lots of laughter.



Finally, it was Kendra's turn. Kendra was hot. Not that any of the four weren't keepers, but she was hot. She drew and started cussing. "Motherfucker. I knew it. A deuce. A fucking deuce. He better be worth it. Darryl was a fucking waste."



"Remember, we're not doing this because these guys are great fucks. We're doing it for the fun and putting one over on their snobby fiancée's, not to mention our hubbies. Besides, Darryl wasn't so bad."



"The hell he wasn't," interjected Kris. "I almost quit the game after I fucked him. He was useless. I don't see how he and Linda are still married. She must have something on the side to scratch her itch, because Darryl certainly couldn't."



"Shit, I thought he was pretty good," said Kendra. He got me off twice with that huge dick."



Cindy laughed. "Kris, maybe if he fucked you lying down instead of in the shower it would have been better."



"He certainly has a big dick, but he has no idea how to use it. He could have fucked me upside down and sideways and it still would have sucked." They all laughed. "But to get serious for a minute. How many more men are we going to play this game with? As far as I'm concerned, Richard will be the last for me... unless he's the world's greatest lover. Then I might keep him around for a while.



"No, way. You know the rules. We meet him for one session and he can fuck us as many times as he wants to... or can, but no more after that."



"I still say this guy Richard might be my last. Am I the only one who feels just a little bit guilty fucking our friends' men?" said Kris.



"Fuck no," said Kendra. "These ladies aren't our friends. Linda Bradford was, and probably still is, the biggest snob in town. Every time I see her with Darryl, I laugh to myself that I fucked him... probably before that bitch did."



"I agree," said Julia. "Jenette is no different. She always looks down her nose because her father is a State Senator. Fucking Richard will be a pleasure for me."



"I suppose," said Kris, "but one of these days, one of the men is going to open his mouth and we're all going to be screwed."



"All right, ladies. Calm down. The wedding is in two months so we have to work fast. Now here's what we have on him. Richard Hughes. Age 37. Handsome motherfucker. As far as we know he really loves Jenette and wouldn't cheat on her.... At least until he meets us." More raucous laughter. He likes drag races and hangs around the track every Sunday after church. He's also a vegan, so chicken-fried steak won't trip his trigger. Oh, and he eats a lot of fruit. Pineapple is his favorite. Kris, what are your plans for him?"



"If we follow our regular schedule, I have a week, right? I have to fuck him within a week, starting today, and report next Wednesday at our card game."



"And provide video proof," said Cindy.



"I always do, don't I? Besides, if he eats a lot of pineapple like you say he does, blowing him might be fun. They say cum tastes better when the guy eats pineapple. Anyway, my initial plan will be to get him to my house on the pretext of deciding on a gift for Jenette. After that, I flash these at him," she put her hands on either side of her sizable boobs and shook them, "after that, it's all over. I still have the video equipment we use so taping it will be a cinch. When I'm finished, I'll pass it on to Julia so she can use it."



"Do you still have the videos we've taken?"



"Of course. They're locked in the safe Matt doesn't know about. When we're finished with our little "fuck the groom of the bride we don't like" game, we'll have a private party, watch them all, then destroy them."



Since Kris was speaking, I assumed I was the Matt she was talking about. The girls started playing cards again. I took the disc out of the machine and replaced it with a blank one, hoping to get more information during the course of the card game.



I drove the new BMW back to the dealer where my car was parked. The original plan was to leave the new car in Sammy's garage, and I could just walk next door to my house. He would take me to pick up my car, later.



I got in my car and called Sammy. "Hello, Matt. Did you do it?"



"No. I took it back to the dealer."



"Why? Is something wrong with it?"



"No. The car is fine, but you and I have to talk. Soon."



"What about?"



"Not on the phone, Sammy, but it needs to be before you go home and don't, under any circumstances, talk to Julia before talking to me.



"Jesus Christ, Matt. What's going on?"



"Just tell me where and when to meet you."



"Okay. Come to my office and wait. I'll get away as soon as I can."



It was almost five when his meeting was over. His secretary had kept me filled with coffee and strudel in honor of their German guests. When he came in, he was almost floating on air. The merger was going to happen and he was a happy camper.



"Okay, Matt. What's going on?"



I had given lots of thought as to how I was going to present what I heard, but concluded that the easiest way was just to play the video. I handed it to him and he put it in his computer. Just as it started to play, his cell phone rang. "If it's Julia, don't talk to her," I said.



He looked, and it was. He turned his phone off and played the video.



When it was finished, we just looked at each other. Finally, he spoke. "What the fuck did I just see? And who were those people?"



"Good questions," I said, "Now, what are we going to do about them?



"Before we do anything, we need more information: like seeing the videos they were talking about."



"I agree," I said. "That's why I left the camera on and running when I left. We will capture everything they say as long as they say it in the den. In the meantime, I'm going to try to find the safe Kris was talking about and see if their equipment and videos are there. If Kris is supposed to fuck this guy before their next card game, I'm going to have to do something soon."



"Agreed," said Sammy.



"I left the new car at the dealership. I wasn't sure what to do with it."



"That's fine. I'll check tomorrow and see if they'll take it back. If Julia is fucking other men, I'll be damned if she's getting a new car."



We were just leaving his office when Kris called. "Where are you? Do you know what time it is?"



"I'm with Sammy and on my way home. Be there shortly."



"Okay. Love you."



"Love you, too." 'But I'm not sure for how much longer,' I thought to myself. "Sammy, do you have a private investigator you use?"



"Yeah. Why?"



"Could he find out who this Richard Hughes is, where he works and shit like that?"



"Sure," said Sammy.



"Good. Do you know this Jenette the girls were talking about?"



"Not really."



"Okay. She and this Richard are getting married in two months. See what the investigator can do with that," I said.



"I think at some point we're going to have to bring the other husbands in on this. Don't you?"



"I do. Let's wait and take a look at the videos. I know for a fact that if Kris has fucked just one other guy, our marriage is over."



"Same with me, and I'm sure the other husbands will feel the same way."



Kris was sitting in our Den when I got home. She stood, came over to me and started to kiss me but I turned my face and she got my cheek. If she sucked some other guys dick, my lips would never touch hers again.



She was surprised when I turned my head, but just asked, "You've had a long day?"



"Yeah, I have."



"Is everything okay? You look tired."



"I am. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."



"Want any help?" she asked with a leer on her face.



"Not tonight," I said. 'Maybe never again,' I thought.



The next day was Thursday. I took the day off, and she had some errands to run. She had no sooner left than I began searching for the safe. It took me five hours to find it. I didn't stop in those five hours and absolutely tore that house apart. I eliminated the garage and the attached work shop because I spent a lot of time there, and I didn't think she would put it in so obvious a place. The most logical place, in my opinion, was her closet because I rarely went in there.



I finally found it in the fireplace in the living room. All three of our fireplaces had natural gas inserts: more for ambiance than heat. I had been crawling around the floor looking for anything out of place. A crack in the flooring, a small hole in the wall... anything suspicious looking. I had looked at the fireplace several times and had seen nothing. Then, there it was: a tiny scratch mark on the marble fireplace hearth. That, in and of itself, would not have piqued my interest, but the scratch was arch-shaped, like something was on a pivot. I took out the screen and pulled on the left end of the fake log insert. It moved.



I pulled it out as far as it would go and saw where a square had been cut in the marble hearth. There were also two holes in the marble floor. On the bottom fake log were two long metal skewers. I put them in the two holes and felt the piece of marble pop up. I removed the heavy piece of marble and set it aside, after looking at the spring-loaded locking device. I leaned in, looked down and saw the dial of a safe.



I sat back on the floor and stared into the fireplace. My body shaking.



Everything she had that required a password or code was some derivative of her birthdate, so it wasn't too difficult to figure out the combination. It opened on my third attempt. The inside of the safe was about a foot square and about a foot deep. Inside was a small video camera with assorted wires and cables, and some videos. I was tempted to take them out, but decided to wait until I knew I would have more time.



I closed and locked the safe, slid the fake logs back in place and went to the fridge for a beer. I had taken a big sip of it and called Sammy.



"Hey, Matt," he said without enthusiasm.



"Hey, Sammy. Can you talk?"



"Yeah. She's on the deck with your wife as a matter of fact."



"Have you had a chance to review the video from yesterday?"



"Fuck no. Maybe tomorrow."



"Okay. I found the safe Kris had installed. In it were some videos and a small camera."



"Did you look at the videos?" he asked.



"No. I knew she was out and I was afraid she might catch me. I didn't know she was at your house."



"They're standing up, so she might be getting ready to leave." We hung up.



Five minutes later the garage door opened, and she drove in. When she came in the house, she put down the bags she was carrying and tried kissing me. I did the same thing I had done before. She wanted to say something, but chose not to. She started dinner.



I didn't eat much, but she certainly had an appetite.



Later in bed, she started making romantic overtures, but I wasn't interested until she started sucking my dick. No man on earth can resist a blow job. She wanted more, but after I came, I thanked her, rolled over, wondered if it was true about the pineapples, then fell asleep.



The next day was Friday. Kris left the house at nine. I followed her. Sammy called me as I was following her.



His investigator had some news about Richard Hughes. He was a creature of habit. He was a bankruptcy Attorney whose office was directly across the street from Sammy's building. Never married. He was an Episcopalian who went to church every Sunday without fail, ate lunch every day at the same place at the same time and always had a BLT. He always arrived at work at the same time and left at the same time. He was engaged to Jenette Faraday, and the wedding was two months away. The ceremony was to take place at St Anthony's Episcopal Church, with the reception to follow at the country club. The reception was a sit-down dinner for 200.



We talked for a few more minutes and I continued to follow Kris until she pulled into a public parking garage. I sat on the street and watched as she came out of the garage, walked half a block and turned into the office building directly across from Sammy's.



I knew where she was going, but had no idea how long she was going to stay. I decided to go home and check out the safe.



I pulled the videos out. They were all labeled. Julia and Darryl, Kendra and David, Cindy and David, etc. All four women had videos of themselves with David and Darryl. Either they had just played their game with those two, or they just started taping they assignations.



Of course, I was more interested in seeing if my own wife really did fuck another man... or two, but there was a side of me that was curious about the other wives as well. The women had talked about David having a big dick, so I thought I'd watch him first.



Kendra had a perfect body. I had wanted to see it for a long time, and it lived up to expectations. She also acted like she enjoyed the fucking they gave each other. Cindy always impressed me as being the quiet one of the group. It was difficult for me to believe that any of them would cheat, but of all of them, I thought Cindy would be the least likely. I was grossly mistaken, because when Darryl got between her legs and started fucking her, she went absolutely wild. Screaming, thrashing, her fists pounding the bed then Darryl's back. She actually drew blood when she bit him, and the harder he fucked her, the wilder she got. She was fun to watch.



Then it was Kris's turn. I'd delayed it long enough. I put in the video marked Kris and Darryl. The video started in the shower. It was big, with no walls or glass on the open side. Darryl was soaping himself with his back to the camera. The camera moved quite a bit as if Kris was trying to get the best angle.



Then she walked into the picture. I had seen her back and ass often enough so that I immediately recognized it as being her. She stepped into the shower and ran her fingers up his ass. He jumped and turned around. Kris immediately went to her knees and started sucking him. He tried to get away, but her hands were firmly on the backs of his thighs and she held on moving her head back and forth. After just a few strokes, he put his hands on the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. Hard. She accepted it. When he came, it seemed like he shot his load through the back of her head, because her head went back with a jerk.

<hr pg="2" />She stayed on her knees until he got soft, and she started sucking again. When he got hard, she stood and lifted her right leg so he could get his dick in her pussy. Their fucking was uninspired. It was like they were both in a hurry to get it over. When he came the second time, he got on his knees and ate her pussy. She liked having her pussy eaten, so I know she enjoyed that.



I thought back to just a few months ago. I almost always ate her pussy, but never after I came in her. There had been a couple of times recently where she tried to get me to that. I wondered if her session with Darryl had anything to do with that the change.



Seeing her blow him ensured that I would never kiss her again.



Her video with David was different. She fucked him on our bed. I started it and waited and waited, but nothing happened. I fast forwarded it three times before there was anything other than a bare room. Apparently, she had pre-set the camera and had it running when they came in, and running was exactly what they were doing. They rushed toward the bed and bounced on it, pulling and tugging at each other's clothes. He had his pants and underwear off, but his shirt and socks were still on.



She lifted the hem of her dress and pulled off her panties as he climbed on top of her. There was no foreplay. She just reached for his dick and pulled it toward her. When it was in, she pulled at the top of her dress ripping the buttons off, then, with him still pumping away, she lifted the bottom of her bra and pulled it up so his mouth could get to her tits. It looked uncomfortable to me. Finally, she managed to reach behind her and unclasp the bra. That looked a lot more comfortable.



What the fuck was I thinking about? I was watching my wife fuck another man and I was concerned about her comfort? Bullshit. She could strangle on her fucking bra strap for all I cared.



I stopped the video and called Sammy. "Sammy, it's all on video. Kris, Cindy, Kendra, and Julia. They each have two videos. Each one shows them fucking some dudes named Darryl and David. I'm going to make copies for each of us and our attorneys. I don't know about you or the others, but I won't stay married to Kris after what I've seen."



"Me either, but let's set a meeting with the other two and see what they say."



"Okay. I'll set it up."



"Let's do it at my house," said Sammy. "Julia will be at her parent's tomorrow evening. Let's do it then."



The next day would be Saturday. Kris had until Wednesday afternoon to fuck Richard Hughes. A week didn't seem like a long enough time to meet and fuck someone, but if anyone could do it, Kris could.



We had plenty of blank discs, so I made copies for all four of us husbands and the extra four for our attorneys. I put the originals back in the safe.



I packed some clothes, called my brother, and asked him if he wanted some company for the weekend. He lived on a lake not far from where I lived. It was close enough that I could keep an eye on Kris. I called her.



"Hi, sweetie, where are you?" she asked.



"On my way to Harold's. I'm spending a few days with him." I could almost hear her brain working, thinking it was a perfect time for me to be gone; that way it would be easier for her to fuck Richard."



"When will you be back?"



"Not before Tuesday afternoon." I could feel her sighing in relief.



"Okay. Have fun."



One of two things was going to happen. She was going to fuck him Sunday or Monday. My bet was Monday. She would meet him at his restaurant, make him an offer he couldn't refuse, take him to our house and fuck him in our bed.



She had most likely made initial contact with him when I followed her downtown. She would have done that when she went to his office building. She might have arranged to meet him on Saturday, as well, certainly on Sunday at the drag races he always attended. Meeting him on Monday wouldn't be that much of a stretch.



I got to my brother's place and we had a beer. After the second one, I brought him and his wife up to date.



I called the other two husbands and told them we had a meeting at Sammy's the next day.



Their names were Jeff and Tommy, and they were married to Kendra and Cindy, respectively. When we got to Sammy's house, he got each of us a beer.



"Okay, Matt. It's your show."



"Okay. First of all, Sammy and I just learned of this on Wednesday. We would like to ask that we all keep what we know a secret until we actually have a plan to deal with it. We could all go off on our own, but I think it will have more impact if we do whatever we do as a group."



"You're talking in circles, Matt. Give us a clue," said Jeff, Kendra's husband.



"Okay. All of our wives have cheated on us at least twice and they have chosen their next target."



"Bullshit. Cindy would never in a million years cheat on me," said Tommy.



I thought back to the video of Darryl pounding her into the bed and her screaming and moaning and begging him to fuck her harder.



I held up the videos. "The proof is all here." I passed them around.



"How did you find out?'



I told them. I ended with, "...Apparently, they pick some future bride they don't particularly care for and they all fuck the prospective groom, and they do it for shits and giggles. Now, I know I'm going to divorce Kris, and Sammy is going to divorce Julia, but we don't know about you guys. It's still new for you, and you need time to digest it. All we ask is that whatever we do, we do together. That means don't tell the wives that we know what they've done or are planning to do.



"Kris is supposed to fuck Richard Hughes before Wednesday and record it to prove to the others she did it. Then it's Julia's turn, and she has a week. Then Kendra, who also has a week, and finally, Cindy, who also has a week. I believe Kris is going to fuck him at our house on Monday. She will have her camera set up, but so will I.



"I would like to video all of them together a month from now bragging about how they did it, and then we bust them. That would mean that we all sit on what we know and let our wives go on and with our complete knowledge, fuck Richard Hughes."



"That sounds like a plan I could go for," said Sammy. "But Tommy, it would be hardest on you waiting all that time. What do you think?'



Tommy waved the two discs he had in his hand. "I'm going wait a couple of days before I look at these. I'll decide then."



"Fair enough," I said. "But if you decide you can't wait, give us a head's up before you do anything."



"Will do."



"Since we already have them on video fucking these guys, why are we waiting. Why don't we bust them now?" asked Jeff.



"We could, but I think we would have the largest impact with a video of them gloating all about how they cheated on their dumb-assed husbands for the fun of it."



We broke up the meeting and we all headed out to deal with the same situation four different ways.



I stayed at my brother's house until Monday morning and I went home. Kris was not there so I looked in the safe to find the camera missing. I went to our bedroom and visualized the angle she had the camera when she fucked David. There it was. I looked around to decide where to put my camera. I put it there. If I was right, she would have him there that afternoon.



I was careful to make sure Julia didn't see me, because she and Sammy lived right next door. I left and sat up the road waiting. At two in the afternoon, two cars came down my street. The first one was Kris's, and she opened the garage door, then motioned the second car into the garage. He got out and she closed the door.



I waited about ten minutes before going into the garage through the garage door. Unlike Sammy's, ours was always locked. I was tempted to do something to his car, but decided against it because I didn't want them to know anyone had been there.



I went in the house and up the stairs. The door to our bedroom was open and I watched as she sucked his dick.



I couldn't watch too long, so I left.



As I told her I would be, I was home on Tuesday. We hadn't had sex for a while, and she wanted it and made sure to let me know, even though she had fucked Hughes the day before. While she was taking her shower, I looked and her camera was gone. Mine was still there, so I took it down.



In bed, she tried to get me to fuck her, but I flat-out told her I wasn't interested.



"Why not," she asked. "Are you getting it somewhere else?"



I looked at her. "No. Are you?" She turned ten shades of red, punched her pillow, and slammed her head down on it. I waited about ten seconds before saying, "well?'



"Well, what?"



"Are you getting it somewhere else?"



"Fuck you." Was her response.



"Oh, you're allowed to ask, but I'm not. Is that it?"



"I said, fuck you."



I laughed. "You wanted to fuck me just a few minutes ago. What happened?"



She jumped out of bed, grabbed her punched-up pillow and left.



Wednesday's card game was to be at Kendra and Jeff's. Jeff had the same monitoring system Sammy had, only his was motion detected. It filmed in any room there was motion, except the bathrooms. After the game was over, Jeff retrieved the video and we all went to his house to watch it.



It started with Kris dancing into the room waving the video in the air. She gave the video to Kendra, who put it in their machine. We couldn't see it, but we certainly heard and saw the reaction of the girls as it played.



"Look at the size of that motherfucker."



"How did you get that in your pussy, much less your mouth?"



"That's nothing. He wanted to fuck my ass, but I told him no," said Kris.



"Well, he can damn sure fuck mine," said quiet little Cindy.



On it went. Julia had to fuck him before the next Wednesday, and she had already started working on him. She had contrived a meeting as a client and was going to meet him again the next day.



"Fuck, I had the hardest time," said Kris. "I only had a week. Julia has already been working on him, Then Kendra has even more time, and Cindy is last. None of you will have any trouble getting him to fuck you, because like most men, he's a horn dog. The trouble will be Jenette's trying to keep him."



"Fuck her. She's like the other two stuck-up bitches," said Julia. "They don't deserve husbands."



"Which brings us to now," Said Kris. "This was my last game. It's been fun, but I just don't want our luck to run out. Besides, Matt hasn't touched me in a couple of weeks and I'm concerned."



"Maybe he's getting it somewhere else."



"That's exactly what I asked him last night."



"What did he say?"



"He said, 'no, are you?'"



"Oh, shit. What did you say?"



"Nothing. I went to sleep in the guest room."



That started a conversation about stopping. Kris's conversation with me had them all a bit spooky. Julia and Kendra wanted to stop immediately, but Cindy wanted to fuck Richard. Kris agreed with Julia and Kendra, that the game should end immediately. Cindy reluctantly agreed.



The four husbands all decided to use the same attorney and not to wait any longer. Tommy knew one and would arrange for all of us to meet him together.



Kris tried to make up to me several times, especially over the weekend, but I wasn't having any of it. Finally, on Monday she asked me why I didn't want to have sex. "Because you never answered my question."



"What question?"



"You asked me if I was getting it anywhere else and I said no. I asked if you were, and you just said 'fuck you'. You never answered. I'll ask you again. Are you getting it anywhere else?"



"No, I'm not," she said with a straight face.



I guess it was an honest answer because since she quit the game, she wasn't getting it anywhere else, but I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easy. "When did you stop?"



She just glared at me. "Fuck you, asshole. I'm certainly not going to get any from you. Maybe I will go get some."



"I'm sure it won't be the first time," I yelled after her as she stormed out of the room. She stopped, turned, looked at me, started crying and left. I watched and she went next door to Sammy and Julia's.



The next week we never said a single word to each other.



The four of us met with Tommy's attorney. He sat there dumbfounded as we explained our story. "This is a first for me," he said, "and probably a first in the state. We're about to make legal history."



"Screw history. We just want our divorces."



"Okay," he said. "Give me a few days to get all the paperwork together and we'll have them all served. It should all be ready by their next Wednesday card game. Is that okay?"



We all agreed it was, and we all wanted to be there.



I found out at the meeting that silence was the order of the day in the other three houses, as well. Both Sammy and I caught snippets of conversation between Kris and Julia. They were both concerned about our silence and lack of passion. They conceded that ending their game was probably a good idea.



It was the next Wednesday when the shit hit the fan. The girls had all gathered at Kendra and Jeff's house for their weekly game. They got their drinks and took their seats at the card table when the four husbands walked in, escorting a fifth man.



"Wha... Wha... What are you guys doing here?" asked Kris.



We all have gifts for our loving wives," said Sammy. "Mr. Davis would you do the honors, please?"



"I'd be delighted. Mrs. Kendra Adams?"



"That's me," said Kendra as she took the envelope.



"Don't open it until they're all handed out," said Mr. Davis. "Mrs. Cindy Lawson."



"Here."



Mrs. Kristine Womack."



"That's me."



"And Mrs. Julia Wright."



"Me."



"Good, now you can all open them and congratulations. You've all been served. Enjoy your card game."



Kendra was the first to speak. "Jeff, what the hell is this all about?"



"It's about Darryl," he said as he tossed her video marked Kendra and Darryl to her, "and David." He tossed that one. "Need we say more?"



All four were begging, sobbing, moaning and crying as we walked out. Basically, all the same sounds they made while they were being fucked, but for some reason; the sounds didn't have the same meaning or feeling.



I was sitting in the den watching TV when she came in and sat in her chair. "How long have you known?"



"Long enough."



"Can we talk about it?"



"Nope."



"So what happens?"



"You pack your shit and leave."



"I'm not doing that until I talk to an attorney."



"Good. Talk to Richard Hughes. He's one."



"I mean a divorce attorney."



"Don't forget to show him your videos and these." I tossed two other videos to her.



"What are these?"



"Those are where all four of you are bragging about how much fun your game was and how much fun it was fucking those guys and putting it over on your husbands."



She sat there for a long time.



"How much time will you give me to move out?"



"Till dawn."



"You can't be serious."



"Anything of yours that's in this house after dawn will be tossed. You can pick it up off the curb."



With that, I turned back to the TV.



An hour later, her father and brother showed up with pickups and trailers.



"Matt?" she asked.



"Yes?"



"What of the furniture can I have?"



"Anything you want, especially the bed where you fucked David and Richard."



Her father came up to me. "What's going on?"



"Ask your daughter."



"I did, but she won't talk."



"She cheated with at least three men and videoed herself doing it. Then she showed the video to her friends and bragged about it. Have her stuff out of here by dawn." I ushered him out of the den and sat there, listening to the banging and movement of furniture.



The sun was coming up when I heard the trucks leave, and there was a knock on the door.



"Come in."



"I have everything except what I want out of this room."



"It's dawn. Your time is up."



"But Matt..."



"It's dawn. Leave your key and garage door opener on the kitchen island when you leave."



"But, Matt..."



I closed the door as she stood there. I heard her crying as she walked away. I waited a few minutes before going into the next room. She had done a pretty good job of picking the pieces of furniture she wanted. Upstairs, the bedroom was empty. My tee shirts, shorts, socks and assorted other items I kept in my dresser were scattered on the floor. I looked, and her closet was empty.



Out of curiosity, I checked the hidden safe. It was empty.



I fixed myself a cup of coffee and got ready for work. Sammy was leaving at the same time I was, so we stopped and chatted.



"I saw her leave this morning. Did you kick her out?" he asked.



"I did. I gave her until dawn, so her father and brother helped her. How about you?"



"I leave for Germany in a week and will be gone two months. I gave her until then."



"Where is she now?"



"Trying to sleep. We were up most of the night."



"Are you still divorcing her?"



"Oh, hell yes."



"Any word from the other two?"



"Not yet."



We both went to work. I dealt in upscale real estate. My parents and I owned several large pieces of property we were developing, as well as 15 business rental properties. We did quite well.



I spent the morning at the office, mostly chatting with my father and bringing him up to speed on my personal situation.



In the afternoon, I went by one of the pieces of property we were developing and talked to the site manager, then I went home.



The house hadn't seemed empty, before, but when I walked in it, had an eerie, empty, echoing sound I found uncomfortable. I turned on some music to lessen the echo. It helped a little.



I worked the next morning, but went furniture shopping in the afternoon. I couldn't leave my underthings in a pile on the floor. I knew I was a little out of touch with the cost of some household things, but the cost of a set of bed sheets shocked the shit out of me.



The furniture I chose was not the best quality, but it would do.



They delivered my new stuff the next day. It was all in and in place when I decided to check on the other husbands. I had talked to Sammy, of course, so I called Jeff Adams, first.



"Hello, Matt. How's it going?" he said as he answered.



"Not too bad. I was just wondering how you were doing."



"Not bad. It's kinda quiet around here."



I chuckled. "Here, too. Is Kendra still there?"



"No and I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her since Wednesday."



"Have you checked with her family?"



"Fuck no. Frankly, I don't care where she is. I was going to spend the weekend bagging her shit and throwing it out. How about you?"



"Things are fine here. I kicked Kris out Wednesday night and haven't seen her."



"Any word from the others?"



"I talked to Sammy," I said. "Julia is still in their house. He leaves for Germany in a few days and will be gone for a couple of months, so she will stay in the house until just before he gets back. Haven't heard from Tommy. I figured I'd give him a call sometime today."



"Okay. Let me know if he, or any of you, need anything."



"I will. Thanks."



There was no answer when I called Tommy's phone. I tried several times during the day, but my calls always went to voicemail.



The rest of the weekend was quiet.



On Monday morning, I saw Sammy and Julia leave in her old car. She was driving. Taking him to the airport, I assumed. It seemed normal to see them together, and surreal to remember what had transpired the last several weeks.



It was even more surreal Wednesday when I got home. I had taken a beer out to the rear deck and had just started to sit when I heard noise coming from Sammy's house. I looked and all four of the Bridge club ladies were sitting on the deck talking and drinking.



I took my beer and went back inside.



I tried Tommy's number again. He answered. He and Cindy had gone off and tried to work things out, to no avail. It seems that quiet little Cindy wanted to continue fucking other guys. Tommy didn't care for that idea, so divorce was in the cards for him as well.

<hr pg="3" />Needing something to do, I went to the den and started paying bills. I went to the bank website and discovered that half of our money was gone, as was half of our investment portfolio.



Goddamn, motherfucker. I forgot about that. I had over a month to protect it, but I didn't. Fuck. That was a costly mistake. I fussed and fumed until I went to bed at midnight. The cars of the Bridge club ladies were still in Sammy's driveway.



The next morning found three husbands at our attorney's office. Sammy was in Germany. I told him about the money and he reassured me that I would most likely get all of it back.



"How?" I asked.



"In the packet all of the wives received, there was an order from the court stipulating that no monies other than normal living expenses could be spent by either of you without the consent of the court. She will be served today and forced to put it all back until the court releases it."



I breathed a huge sigh of relief.



My phone rang that evening. It was Kris.



"What do you want, Kris?"



"What am I supposed to live on?"



"I don't care."



"I'm still your wife."



"In name only. You stopped being my wife when you started playing your little game and fucking Darryl, David, and Richard."



"Matt, that was a mistake, and I'm sorry."



"You should have thought about that when you were begging them to fuck you. Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't beg Darryl. He wasn't as good as the other two."



"And none of them was as good as you are, sweetie. Let me come home and let's talk."



"No fucking way. You can continue staying with your parents."



"I'm not staying with them. I'm staying with Julia."



"You're what?"



"I'm staying with Julia."



"Does Sammy know?"



"He's in Germany. Why would he care?"



"I would certainly care if my whore wife had another whore living in my house."



"We're not whores."



I laughed out loud. "Put the money back, Kris, or I'll put your ass in jail." I ended the call.



It was back the next day.



My life went on. Occasionally, I saw Kris next door working in the yard, washing her car, or just generally putzing around. She never spoke, and neither did I.



The time came for the first meeting. It did not go well for her. The videos were her downfall, and she knew it. The absolute best she could come out with was some alimony and nothing else. Her attorney fought for as much as he could get, and my attorney fought back. We won, and it was settled.



The others were the same way. Sammy had flown back for the first meeting and found out Kris was living in his house. He let her stay. He's a much nicer guy than I am.



We all had our divorce hearings by the same judge on the same day. The newspaper had gotten wind of it, as did the TV Stations. The courtroom was crowded with media people. It even went national and was big news for a week. Several news-people dug deeper into the story and found out about the "Bridge Club Sex Games". That made it even bigger, especially when the three men were revealed, even though Kris was the only one to fuck Richard. The logical conclusion was three more divorces and more news coverage.



Prior to their little sex game being broken up, none of the four wives had needed to work, but the divorces changed that. The alimony they received never came close to allowing them to live in the manner they did before.



Sammy was now back home, and both Julia and Kris were out of his house.



The four husbands would get together occasionally to drink a few beers and tell how our lives were going.



Our lives went on. Sammy and I lived next door to each other and we stayed friends and shared meals and drinks fairly often. I even watched his house when he went to Germany for short trips. The other two, Jeff and Tommy, eventually drifted off into their own little worlds, never to be seen again.



After about six months, I started seeing Julia more and more often at Sammy's. One Fall afternoon, he invited me over for drinks. Julia was there and seemed right at home. I treated her like I always had.



It was on one of his short trips to Germany that Julia rang my doorbell.



"Come in," I said.



"Could we chat for a few minutes?"



"Sure. Have a seat."



We sat in silence for some time before she started. "What we did was pretty stupid."



"You'll get no argument from me."



"I'm not even sure how it got started."



"It was something about women you didn't like."



"Yes, but not really."



"That doesn't make any sense," I said."



"Matt, the whole thing doesn't make sense. We messed up four marriages, basically on a dare."



"A dare? And it ended up being seven marriages as I recall."



"You're right. It was seven. Christ, how stupid." I let her sit there and think. "Actually, I think it was Ellie's idea originally." Ellie was Eleanor Swanson. She was their substitute bridge player. When one of the regular players wasn't available, she sat in. "She was sitting in for Cindy and was telling us about one of the ladies at the club (Country Club) who was nothing but an obnoxious bitch. We all knew her, but didn't really think as badly of her as Ellie did. Anyway, Ellie said that the lady, and I don't even remember her name, was bragging about her new husband and about how short a leash she kept him on. He couldn't even piss without her giving him permission. Anyway, Ellie said that she thought how cool it would be to fuck this new short-leashed husband. So she did.



"After she told us that story, I think that Kris came up with the idea that we did that to all the women we didn't care for, only we would all fuck the man whether he be fiancé, husband, or just boyfriend. We were all pretty well high on booze at that point, and it sounded like fun.



"The next Wednesday, I mentioned it in passing, and Cindy, who hadn't been there the previous week, asked what we were talking about. Kendra filled her in and we all laughed. Then Kendra mentioned Linda Bradford and it turned out we all disliked her and her big mouth. Cindy looked at Kendra and said 'I dare you.' 'Dare me what?' asked Kendra. 'She's getting married in three months. I dare you to fuck her fiancé'."



I asked her if she wanted something to drink. "Just water, please." I got it and she took a sip before continuing.



"Kendra told Cindy that she would if Cindy would. Then Cindy took a deep breath and said that she would if we all did. And that's how it started. Ellie never became part of the group and, in fact, never knew about it until the divorces. We never mentioned it when she played with us."



"Holy shit," I said. "All that on a dare."



"Yep."



"But you all seemed to enjoy it."



"Who doesn't enjoy being fucked?" she asked.



"Do the four of you still play cards?" I asked.



"Every Wednesday. We were stupid, but we were stupid together. We were friends before we were stupid. We were friends during our stupidity. And we are still friends. Only now, we like to think that we aren't quite as stupid and the conversation is different."



I laughed, really laughed for the first time in a long time. "Let me ask you a question," I said.



"Shoot."



"I assume that since you all rue the day you started your little game; you are unhappy at what you did to your husbands. Are any of you glad you're divorced?"



"Glad we're divorced? Maybe Cindy is."



"Are any of you dating anyone?"



She smiled. "I'm trying to work it out with Sammy, as you know. Kendra has no interest in dating at this point. Cindy is fucking anything in pants, and Kris ... Kris sits at home looking at your wedding pictures. She wants to talk to you, but is afraid to."



"Afraid? Why?"



"She thinks that if she doesn't talk to you, things will eventually calm down and you might like her again. Notice I said 'like'. She knows you will never love her, but she would at least like to be friends."



"And if she does talk to me?"



"And if she does talk to you, it will cause you to remember seeing her being fucked by those guys and you will actively hate her all over again. She, like all of us, knows she fucked up, but the worst thing for her is having you see her enjoy being fucked. And she, like all of us, did enjoy the fucking part."



"Well, you can tell her that I don't hate her. You can also tell her that we will never be friends, so she should go on with her life."



We chatted for a few more minutes before she left.



It had been just short of a year since my divorce. Sammy and Julia were divorced but were living together. They were trying very hard to make living together work. It helped that Sammy was spending time in Germany and Julia was able to look after the house. And, of course, when he came home, she always had a warm bed for him. One Saturday afternoon, Sammy, Julia, and I were grilling steaks on their rear deck when we heard the front door bell. Julia went inside and came back with Kris.



"Hi," she said. "I was just passing by and thought I stop and say hello."



Sammy and I just looked at each other. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "I know nothing".



"Sammy, thank you, but I have to go," I said. "Good bye Julia." I said nothing to Kris. I stepped off the deck and headed home.



"Matt." I heard. "Matt, Damn it, talk to me."



I kept walking until I felt her grab my arm. I stopped and turned to her. She had tears in her eyes.



"I'm sorry. Please, Matt. I'm sorry. I screwed up and I regret it. Just forgive me and give me a chance to talk to you."



"What can you say that you haven't already said? Say you're sorry for the thousandth time? Say you made a mistake for the thousandth time? Or that you regret it for the same number of times? The fact remains that you premeditatedly fucked three men for a game. Two of them you had in our bed. OUR bed! You thought so little of our marriage and me that you thought it was okay to do that. You deliberately planned the seduction of three men just so you and your friends could show how you each fucked your conquests. Then the four of you compared notes on how to do it better. How can I forgive you for that?"



"You forgave Julia."



"I had nothing to forgive her for. What she did or does is between her and Sammy. She was his wife, not mine. I couldn't give a shit less what she did then or what she does now. Her conduct is none of my business, but you were my wife. My soulmate. My reason for living and you gave to three others the most precious thing one person can give another. The thing you promised was mine alone. I won't forgive you for that. I can't forgive you for that."



"You're never going to forgive me, are you?" she asked dejectedly.



"No, I'm not."



"I'm sorry. So very sorry." She turned and walked across the yard to her car.



I walked home. Sammy called me a few minutes later and told me my steak was ready. I went back and the three of us enjoyed our meal.



I saw Kris at Sammy's house almost every day Sammy was gone. She never came over, but she would sit and look. Sometimes I had the feeling she wanted me to see her and other times not.



One Sunday afternoon when Sammy was home, I called him and asked him to come over. Julia was home, otherwise I would have gone there. I took two beers out of the fridge for us. "Tell me how you did it."



"Did what?"



"Forgave Julia."



He took a long pull on his beer and swallowed it. "I was in Germany. Had been there for a week or so and was having dinner with one of the board members and we started talking about sex. They, and all of Europe, look at sex differently than us. It's more casual. Married people having sex outside of marriage is rarely a cause for divorce. It seems that an indiscretion here or there is no big thing. He said, in essence, that married couples should think before divorcing and decide if they are happier with their spouse or without them, and go from there.



"I loved Julia. Still do. When I came back from my two-month trip, I had almost forgotten about what she did and I was happy to see her. That didn't last long because I remembered seeing how much she enjoyed being fucked by those other guys. I asked her to leave. Kris left as well.



"As I had more trips and came home to an empty house, I started thinking about what my German friend told me. On my next trip, I met a lady in a bar and we had sex. She was British and was the best piece of ass I have ever had. When I came home that time, I called Julia and we had dinner. Within a week, we were having sex. There was still something about the Brit that was better, and I can't put my finger on it; but Julia is good. It dawned on me that apart from the sex, I missed her. Her smile, her sense of humor, her very presence near me made my life better. Three weeks later she moved back in. It is like it was when we were married and I find that I rarely think about her with those other men."



"What if she does it again?" I asked.



"Aye, there's the rub," he said. "I couldn't stand for my heart to be broken like that again. I would probably move to Germany and run my company from there. Maybe I'd get accustomed to the European life style."



He just said that Julia was good in bed, but I remember him telling the husbands that she was probably the worst of the four wives. Maybe his renewed love for her, and that's what it seemed to be, was compensating, sort of like grading on a curve.



I thought long and hard over the next couple of months about what Sammy said and I even started to call Kris three times, but I just couldn't pull the trigger.



Sammy, Julia, and I went to dinner one evening. I wanted to talk to both of them about this forgiveness thing they had going on. We were halfway through dinner and Sammy was telling me that he struggled with forgiving Julia.



"It wasn't easy, but I think I've finally done it," he said.



Julia reached over and covered his hand with hers. "And don't think for a minute it was easy to forgive myself." She said. "I'm still struggling with it. It was, without a doubt, the dumbest thing I ever did."



Both Sammy and I agreed with her.



I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I came back, a man and a woman were approaching our table. They were holding hands. I made it to the table in time to hear Kris's voice.



"Hi, Sammy. Julia. Fancy meeting you here."



"Hello, Kris. We're here with Matt."



She dropped her date's hand. "Matt? Where is he?"



"Right here, Kris." I said. She turned to face me. "Who's your friend?" I indicated her date.



"Uh, this is Jim. He's a friend."



"It's good to have friends," I said as I sat, put my napkin in my lap and started to eat my meal that had been brought while I was in the restroom.



"Well, maybe we should be going," said Kris. Looking directly at me.



Sammy and Julia both said goodnight. I took a sip of wine. Her being on a date pretty much answered my question of forgiveness.



"She just fucked herself, didn't she?" asked Julia.



I nodded. We finished dinner without mentioning Kris or her date. I don't know what I expected, but Kris had taken every opportunity to plead her case for me to forgive her and take her back to try again. By dating, she had apparently given up on any reconciliation with me.



I had not dated since the divorce, but after that dinner experience, I figured it was time I did. Dating might not be the right word. I didn't want to date, I wanted to get laid, and the first thing that popped into my mind was Julia's comment about Cindy. "Cindy is fucking anything in pants," she had told me. I remembered how wild she had been on the videos and was tempted, but decided against it. I didn't need a social disease.



I also eliminated Kendra as a possible sex partner. I even gave passing thought to asking Kris for a piece of ass, but was afraid she would take it as me wanting her back; as opposed to me just wanting her body.



Cincinnati used to host The Tall Stacks reunion/convention. For a whole week, steamboats from all over the United States gathered in Cincinnati for races, exhibitions, demonstrations, and general frivolity. It was a week-long throwback to the glory days of steamboats. People wore period costumes and acted accordingly.



Cincinnati also had a real, honest-to-goodness show boat, which put on live productions. Her name was The Majestic, and she was beautiful.



Sammy, Julia, Kris and I used to see her shows often.



I hadn't been to see any of her shows since before my divorce, but one Friday evening I was downtown and remembered her. I took a chance and sure enough, there was a show. I parked, got my ticket and walked her deck until they opened the doors for us to go in.



The show was a riot and I laughed my ass off during Act I. At intermission, I was enjoying a glass of wine while, again, walking her deck and looking at the water of the Ohio River, when I heard her.



"Hello, Matt. Enjoying the show?"



Without looking at her, I said, "Yes, Kris, I am. Are you?"



"Yes. It's not as much fun as when we used to come, but it's still fun," she said.



I looked at her. "Where's your date?"



"I don't have one. Where's yours?"



"I don't have one, either."



"Why not?"



I looked at her. "Why do you care? Besides, I could ask you the same thing.""



"Just curious."



Just then a man walked up with two drinks. "Here you are, Kris."



"Thank you, Jonathan."



"No date, huh?" I asked her. His name was Jim at the restaurant... unless he's a different guy. I looked at Jonathan and he was definitely not the same guy. This guy was old enough to be her father.



"Jonathan, this is my ex-husband, Matthew Womack. Matt, Jonathan Precip.



We shook hands



Jonathan spoke. "Good evening, Matthew. I've heard a lot about you."



"It's Matt, please."



"Okay. Matt. I'm Jonathan. I understand you like The Majestic."



"That's right," I said and looked at Kris. The rim of her wine glass was at her lips and she was looking over the glass at me. "Who told you I like The Majestic?"



"Why, Kris, did, of course," he answered.



"Of course," I repeated.



"She said you had some ideas about helping to preserve her."



I looked at Kris and she looked away. "May I ask, what, if anything, that has to do with you?"



"Oh, I'm sorry. I belong to a group interested in preserving things like our zoo, the fountain on Fountain Square, The Taft Museum, and other facilities worthy of saving."



"And just exactly how does Kris fit into this?" I looked at her just as the bell rung for us to return to our seats for Act II of the play.



"May we talk after the show?" he asked.



"We'll see," I dodged.



After the show, I went directly to my car and left. I hadn't gotten far when my phone rang. Being in the real estate business, I almost always answered it. "Hello," I answered.



"Where did you go? Jonathan was looking for you." I didn't know she still had my number. I certainly didn't have hers.



"How did you know I'd be there tonight, and why did you introduce us? You know I hate being ambushed like that."



"I had no idea you'd be there. We were there and just happened to see you."



"He's pretty old for you to be dating, isn't he?"



"It wasn't a date. Several committee members were there to look it over. They're trying to decide if they want to invest in saving The Majestic."



"And exactly how do you fit in? No, wait, I don't want to know because I don't want to talk to you. Goodbye."



"Wait, Matt. You don't have to talk to me. Is it okay if I give him your number? You can talk to him and I won't be involved."



I thought about it. I had talked about trying to do something, but never had. This might be my chance. "Okay. Tell him to call me tomorrow."



He did. We talked about his organization's goals, but after seeing The Majestic, he and the members of his organization weren't sure it was their kind of project. "Our other interests appeal to the masses. The Majestic has a limited appeal and we don't think we want to involve ourselves with it."

<hr pg="4" />"Why did you go last night?" I asked.



"Your ex-wife pushed us. She told us how much the two of you, and apparently some friends, enjoyed going there. Then she went on and on about you and your friend constantly talking about getting some money together to refurbish the boat and upgrade it. She's very persuasive when she wants to be."



I thought back to her having only a week to fuck Richard and how persuasive she must have been, "I agree with you. How did you meet her?"



"She's engaged to my son, Jim."



"Ah, now I see. Well, congratulations."



There was a long pause and I thought he was gone, but he wasn't. "Matt, may I be candid?"



"Of course."



"I don't know that she will be good for him. There is something about her that makes me ill at ease. You're her ex-husband. You know her better than anybody else, I'm sure. Would you mind telling me why you divorced her?"



Now I was between a rock and a hard place. Did I tell him the truth, lie or not answer? What? If she had changed, and was trying to live her life differently, then my answer might screw that up for her, and did I want to do that?



"Jonathan, how she acted as my wife may have been because of something I did or did not do in our relationship and I hesitate to cast too broad a net. I'm sorry, but it wouldn't be fair of me to answer you and possibly prejudice your feelings for her."



"Spoken like a true gentleman, and I respect that. Let me ask you another question. In my business, which is trucking; I only work with the preservation committee as a hobby. When my company wants to hire a new driver, we are allowed to call their previous employer. We are limited in what we can ask and how, but the last question we usually ask is 'Would you rehire this person?' I'll ask you the same question. If you had it to do over again and knowing what your marriage was like, would you marry her?"



"That's easy. Hell no," was my instant reply.



"I suspected not," he said.



"Jonathan, our divorce is a matter of public record. Why don't you or your son take a look at it, then give me a call and we'll chat."



The next morning, he called me and asked if I was available for lunch. I was and we met at a very nice steak house on Walnut St. his son, Jim, was with him. Jim and I had almost met at the restaurant. Jonathan waited until we ordered our lunch to start.



"Well, we're certainly glad we checked the records. How much of what we read is really true?" he asked.



"I'm not sure exactly what went into the records other than the paperwork and videos I submitted."



Jim spoke. "Were there really videos of her with other men?"



"Yes. Three of them," I answered.



"And all of the other wives were involved?"



"They only had two men each. Kris was the only one with three."



"Jesus Christ,' he said, "do you still have the videos?"



"No." was my short answer.



We spent the rest of lunch discussing my marriage. It ended with me having the feeling that they may had sent out the wedding invitations too soon.



Two days later Kris called in tears.



"Why? Why did you do it?"



"Do what?"



"Tell Jim and his father about me."



"Okay, hold it. In the first place, Jonathan asked me why we divorced and I didn't tell him." I told her exactly what I told him ... except for my recommendation that he check the public records. Then I added, "I assumed he checked with the court house and read it for himself. Jonathan invited me for lunch and asked questions. He read the files so knew what happened and all I did was answer his questions honestly."



"This is going to haunt me for the rest of my life," she said.



"I certainly hope so," I told her.



Jonathan called me a couple of weeks after we had our lunch and invited me to visit his trucking company. It was a fairly large facility, but to me looked a bit crowded with all of his equipment there.



We shook hands and he invited me into his office. "Kris was not a happy camper when Jim broke their engagement," he said.



"I had that feeling when she called me and accused me of blowing the whistle on her," I told him.



"You didn't blow the whistle. We read about it. Anyway, that's not why I asked you here. She, Kris, told me you dealt in real estate, is that true?"



"It is."



"Good, because I need to move. This place is too small." He called for his secretary. "Joanie, ask Trish to come in here, please." Then to me, "Trish is our money lady. You'll be dealing with her."



Trish turned out to be Jim's sister and, of course, Jonathan's daughter.



I stood when she came in and we shook hands.



"So you're Kris's ex?" she asked. She was not smiling. Actually, it was more like she had a stick up her ass.



I chuckled trying to lighten the moment. "Guilty as charged, and I certainly hope I come better credentialed than that."



"Maybe," she said. "We only hope that your skills are better at real estate than they are at being a husband."



I have pretty thick skin, but that was more than I felt I had to take. I didn't know this woman, but her first comment to me was a major insult. I was still standing and looked at Jonathan. "I think I'm the wrong person for you. I would be happy to recommend someone fully qualified to find you some property." Then I looked at Trish. "You obviously know about my marriage because your father and brother discussed it, but if you were paying attention while they spoke, you would know that I did nothing wrong before, during, or after the marriage, so there was nothing wrong with my 'husbandly skills'." I got to the door, turned and said, "Good-bye, Jonathan. Ma'am." I left with Jonathan's berating words to his daughter ringing through the building.



My phone was ringing before I was off their property. It was Jonathan.



"Matt, come back. She just has her panties in a twist over something else. She'll be all right."



"No, thank you. I don't see where she and I have any place to go but down. I don't think we would be comfortable working with each other. I was serious about finding someone to help you, though, and I know of at least three pieces of property that would fit your needs. His name is Justin Collier and I can have him call you later today or tomorrow."



"Are you sure?"



"Positive."



"Okay have him give me a call."



Justin called him within an hour and went immediately to Jonathan's office. Justin sold him the second piece of property they looked at. Justin offered me half the commission, but I refused. Justin told me that when he met Trish, she was very contrite and asked him to express her apology to me for her conduct.



A week after their closing, I was sitting at my desk. I looked up. Trish, or whatever her real name was was standing there. She had a flower in her hand.



"May I come in?" she asked.



I nodded.



"This is for you," she said as she handed me the flower and sat.



I smiled. "Thank you, Miss Precip, or is it Mrs. something?"



"Trish is fine. It's short for Patricia."



I nodded again and noted that she didn't give any indication of her last name.



"I acted horribly that day you came to see us. I had no right to imply that you had been a bad husband. I knew that from hearing my father and brother discussing it. The only excuse I can offer is that I had just had a fight with my boyfriend and all men were assholes at that point in my life."



I still had the flower in my hand, so I pointed it toward my nose and inhaled. "Very nice," I said.



"My apology?" she asked.



"No. The flower. Your apology sucked."



She almost smiled. "If I bought you dinner, it would give me time to do better," she said.



"Are you sure?"



"I'm willing to try if you are."



"Okay. When and where?" I asked.



"Give me your address. You deserve the full treatment. I'll pick you up. How about Friday at 6:30?"



I smiled as I wrote my address and phone number on the back of one of my cards.



I was ready for the doorbell when it rang. I opened the door and there she stood with a whole armful of flowers. "You seemed to enjoy smelling the first one. These should keep you happy for a while." She smiled. So did I.



I put them in my kitchen, taking one out and cutting the stem short. She just watched me. I put it in my suit-coat breast pocket. We went outside and there was a limo waiting. I started laughing when I saw it and almost didn't stop all evening.



The evening was one of the best I'd ever had, and I had the feeling it was the same for her. Neither of us had much to eat, but we enjoyed the wine and each other's company.



When the evening was over, we sat close together in the limo on the way to my house. She even walked me to my door.



"Thank you, Matt. It was fun." Then she kissed me. On my lips. Not a great kiss, not a romantic kiss, but certainly not a brother-to-sister kiss, either. I took the flower out of my breast pocket and put it in the top of her dress, leaned over and smelled it. Then I kissed her. After the kiss, I looked at her and she was breathing hard. "Why don't you smell it again?" she asked.



We both inhaled deeply as I took a long time to smell. The flower was nice, but her skin was much nicer. I was tempted to lick it, but decided against it. I did kiss her again.



She started to leave, but I stopped her. "This was one of the best evenings of my life, but I have to ask. Do you still have a boyfriend?"



"I'm not sure. We haven't talked in a couple of weeks."



I took both of her hands in mine. "If you do, this is goodbye. If you don't, I'd like to do this again."



She kissed me lightly. "So would I."



I'd never had so many kisses on a first, and possibly last, date.



It was two days later, and Sunday evening. My phone rang. "Hello."



"Hi. It's Trish. There is no longer a boyfriend."



"What happened?"



"I told him about you and he told me about his new girlfriend. We parted as friends."



"That being the case, would you like to have dinner on, say, Wednesday evening?" I asked.



She laughed. "What if I get hungry before Wednesday?"



It was my turn to laugh. "What is the soonest you will be hungry?"



"I'm hungry now."



"Hungry for what?" When she told me, I really did laugh.



Cincinnati Chili restaurants are all over the city and are where teenagers and old married couples go on dates. It is an acquired taste, and when I have taken non-Cincinnatians to them, almost without exception, they dislike it. Cincinnati Chili has hundreds of recipes. Some include cinnamon and chocolate and you don't eat it out of a bowl. You put it on spaghetti and smother it with shredded cheese. "Are you sure?" I asked.



"Absolutely," was her response.



"Okay, but you don't get a limo."



"Just bring me a flower," she said.



I was on my way less than an hour after she gave me her address. I had to shower and shave before I left, but I stopped in my kitchen and picked through the flowers she brought me two days before and selected one for her.



The first thing she asked for when I arrived was her flower. I handed it to her and she immediately put it in her blouse where the top button fastened. I noticed the button was at the peak of the thrust of her breasts. I made up my mind I was going to smell it before the night was over.



It didn't take us long to eat and she invited me for a drink. "There's a little place not far from here that makes a legitimate drink. Would you like to go there?"



"What's the name of it?"



"Chez Trish," she said.



"Sounds like my kind of place," I said.



We laughed, drank and even danced until one in the morning, and I decided it was time for me to go home. I was not going to do anything that would make her uncomfortable at this early stage of our relationship. She walked me to the door and we kissed. Then we kissed again. Then I leaned down to the flower and inhaled deeply. I reached and took the flower, being careful to avoid touching anything but the flower. I held it in my hand, looked in her eyes and kissed her again. The last thing I did was bend my head down and kiss where the flower had been.



I felt her shiver. I smiled, told her good night, and went home.



We had just started our second month of dating and were dining out. Cincinnati, like every city in the world, has some great restaurants. We had been out at least three nights a week, and every weekend except the previous one. Our dining experiences had gone from Cincinnati Chili to Michelin rated restaurants and everything in between.



We were looking at each other more than we were eating when I heard a voice that made chills go up and down my spine.



"You're an even bigger asshole than I thought," said the voice. "You got them to get rid of me so you could have her. That's pretty sad, Matt. Oh, by the way, hello, Trish."



"Go to hell, Kris," I said without turning around.



"Fuck you, Matt," She said, and she was gone.



We left for my house shortly after. It was on a Friday evening and still early, so I called Sammy and Julia to see if they wanted to join us for a drink. They hadn't met Trish, and I figured it was time. After introductions all around, Julia started laughing. I hadn't told Trish that Julia was one of the four Bridge Club ladies.



"So you're her," said Julia.



"Her, who?" asked Trish.



"I just got off the phone with Kris. I believe you know her."



"Indeed I do. She was engaged to my brother."



"She told me the two of you were out and she saw you."



"She did, indeed," said Trish. "I would imagine she wasn't very complimentary."



"You would be correct."



I fixed drinks all around and we socialized for a couple of hours before Sammy told us that he had to get some sleep because he was leaving for Germany the next day, so he and Julia left.



"Nice couple," said Trish after they left.



"Yes, they are."



"They act like they really love each other. It's good to see couples like that still exist. How long have they been married?"



"They were married about six years before they divorced."



"Divorced? That's even better. How long were they divorced before they remarried?"



"They're not married, but they're working towards it."



"Why did they divorce? Don't tell me. Sammy cheated."



I laughed. "Sammy didn't."



"You mean she did? I wouldn't believe that in a million years."



I filled her in.



"Oh, my God. I still don't believe it. Why did he take her back?"



"You said it yourself. They act like they are in love, and they are. They are working very hard to overcome what she did, and it seems to be working."



"Wow. Did you ever consider working it out with Kris?"



"I did for a very short time, but then I saw her on a date. She was with your brother, actually, and I decided she had moved on and so should I. I had also read a lot about cheating and determined that once a cheater, always a cheater. I like both Sammy and Julia, but I think one day when he is on one of his trips to Germany or someplace else, she will cheat again."



"You're serious."



"Indeed I am."



"You'd never even try to work it out if your significant other cheated? Regardless of the circumstances?"



"People in a committed relationship don't date, kiss, or fuck other people. Period. Once a cheater, always a ch..." She interrupted me.



"Take me home, please."



"But..."



"Take me home, please."



The atmosphere went from, "I think I'm going to get laid tonight" to "take me home, please" in very short order.



The trip to her house was quiet. When we got there, before we even stopped, she had her door open and was ready to get out. I never completely stopped the car when she stepped out and without looking back at me said, "Good bye, Matt."



"Wait," I yelled after her, but she was running and if she heard, ignored me.



I tried calling her the next day, but my calls went right to voicemail. That went on for a week until I stopped by her office. I parked and got as far as the door, when her father stopped me.



"She doesn't want to see you, Matt. Please don't call her or try to see her."



"What the hell, happened, Jonathan? What did I do?"



"You did nothing. It was her."



"What did she do?"



"Just stay away from her, please." I did.



She and I had neither seen nor talked to each other in over three months. I had dated a couple of women I met along the way and had gotten laid for the first time since before my divorce. I was starting to get back in the groove. I had also grown a beard. I'd never had one, so grew it just for the hell of it.



There was a woman I had shown a very nice high-end house to. Turned out she liked beards. She was recently divorced and looking for a new house for her ex to pay for. She was also looking to get laid. I accommodated her for both of those things. I had never fucked a prospective buyer until her. She had looked at the house three times and I was beginning to think she wasn't going to buy.



It was our fourth trip to see the house. She was in my car and we were almost at the house when she spoke. "Matt, I don't have to see the house again. I'm going to buy it. What I really want is to fuck you. The house is staged so it has a bed. What do you say to us using it for an hour or so?"



She was about ten years older than I was, but I didn't care. Pussy was pussy and I wanted some.



When we got there, I opened the realtor's lock on the door, took out the front door key and put it in my pocket. That would tell anybody else that the house was being shown... or used. We went straight to the bedroom.



"Sit there," she said indicating a chair by the bed. "I want to strip for you." Her blouse came off first revealing the fanciest bra I had ever seen. When she took that off, I saw a very nice set of tits. They had started to sag, but who the fuck cared. Then came her skirt, and her panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes and thigh-highs, then she motioned for me. I stood and went to her. She looked up at me, smiled and rubbed her hand over my dick through my pants. I felt it get hard. She reached for my belt, opened it and pushed my pants down my legs. My shorts were next.



Her name was Ruth and she loved sex. Her blowjobs were the best I had ever had and her pussy sucked on my dick as hard as her mouth did. We had sex six times in the next week. There was no love, no emotion, no attachment, just sex. I enjoyed the hell out of it.



I was out looking at property shortly after that and decided I wanted some Cincinnati Chili. I pulled in the parking lot and realized it was the first one Trish and I had gone to. I decided to stay, anyway. I went to the counter, placed my order, then sat in a booth. No sooner had I done that than my order came and I started eating.



I was eating, trying to keep the chili out of my beard, when two women came in and, like me, placed their orders and found a seat. One of them was Trish. She looked right at me and I started to say hello, but apparently the beard threw her off. I sat there and said nothing.



They sat three booths down from me. I stood, went to the soda machine to refill my coke. Then I picked up my chili and moved to the booth right behind them. They were having a conversation and paid no attention to me.



The woman who was with Trish was talking very excitedly. "It was the most romantic thing. He honestly got down on one knee and proposed as he held the ring out so I could see it. Look." At that point I supposed she showed Trish her ring. Trish was sufficiently awed and said the right things about it being beautiful and how lucky she was and more girly stuff.



Their food came and they were eating when the other one spoke again. "When is Howard going to pop the question to you?"



Trish was silent for a few seconds before answering. "I don't know."



"You're going to say yes, aren't you?"



"I suppose so."



"Christ, girl, I was head over heels when Jamie asked me. I fucked his brains out afterward."



They laughed. "The problem is, Howard's brains aren't the ones I want to fuck out."

<hr pg="5" />"Come on, Trish. That other guy is history. You killed that when you fucked Howard."



"Yeah. I know. Talk about stupid. I was dating Matt and Howard was dating someone, so we broke up. Matt and I had only been on a few dates when Howard called. He wanted to talk, so I met him. His girl had dumped him and he was feeling down, so I fucked him. It certainly wasn't the first time, but I knew it was a mistake while I was doing it. The whole time I was thinking of Matt and pretending it was him I was screwing. I knew he was the one. The whole time Howard was on me, I felt like I was cheating on Matt. When I got home, I threw up. Damn it, Francie. He was the one and I pissed it away.



"We dated for a few more weeks and I had almost forgotten about having fucked Howard because I was really falling for Matt, and I could feel that he was falling for me. Then I met his neighbors and I heard their story; but worse, I heard Matt's feelings about cheaters. He made it perfectly clear that he hates them and will not tolerate them. That's when I remembered Howard and I was sick all over again. I knew that Matt would drop me if he found out, so I didn't give him a chance to drop me because I walked out of his life.



"Oh, come on, Trish. You weren't in a committed relationship. He didn't own you so he can't hold that against you. Give him a little credit." There was a pause in their conversation. "Have you talked to him at all?"



"No. He came by months ago and my father told him to stay away. Then two months ago, Howard showed back up."



"At least you've been getting laid."



Trish chuckled. "If only. My last time was Howard when I fucked up."



"Christ, girl, you haven't been laid in months? You know you could go blind?"



They both laughed. "The only one I want is Matt, but he was so adamant about cheaters that... aw, fuck it. Maybe I should give in to Howard. I'm really starting to need it."



They talked a few more minutes then left. I followed them out. They walked toward Trish's car and she got in. Francie leaned in Trish's window. "Why don't you call him?"



"What would I say?"



"The truth. You can't be any worse off than you are now."



"I'll think about it."



'Well, now, that had been an interesting few minutes,' I thought. I drove home and immediately went next door to talk to Sammy and Julia. Sammy wasn't home so I unloaded on Julia.



"You really like this girl, don't you?" she asked.



"I think so. We were going pretty well until she walked out. I hadn't seen her until today."



"You never knew why she walked out until today?"



"That's right."



"But you're thinking about forgiving her."



"Yes."



"But you didn't forgive Kris."



"Kris was my wife when she cheated. There's a difference between being married and cheating and fucking an old boyfriend while you're dating an almost total stranger. Trish and I were not in a committed relationship. Until today, I had no idea how deep her feelings for me were." I hesitated before speaking again. "How are you and Sammy doing?"



She didn't hesitate. "We have our rough patches, but I think we're going to make it. We are both aware of the adage once a cheater, etc. I am, especially, but we never mention it. I love Sammy and would be absolutely lost without him. Every day I see in his eyes the pain I caused him and my heart aches, my soul cries and I redouble my efforts to show him he was right in forgiving me.



"Had you given Kris a chance, she would have been the same way, but she has a new guy now so she's moving on."



"Good for her." We had been sitting, so I stood and crossed to her. I took both of her hands and pulled her up. "I'm glad it is working for you and Sammy and I know that you regret what you did. I see it every time I see you look at him. I'm either not as strong as he is, or I wasn't as much in love with Kris as I thought I was. Anyway, we'll never know." I hugged her. "I can see why he loves you so much. You make it easy to forgive you."



She hugged me then kissed me on both cheeks and I saw tears in her eyes.



"You cry a lot, don't you?" I asked.



She nodded. "You'll never know. I cry because I was stupid, I cry because I hurt Sammy, I cry because I'm so lucky he loves me, and I cry because I want you to be happy, whether it's with Trish or somebody else.



I left and walked next door to my house. I knew what I wanted to do and started to do it. I took out my phone, but didn't have a chance to call because it rang. I looked and it was Trish.



I took a deep breath and answered. "Hello".



"Hi, Matt. It's Trish. Could we talk?"



"What about? How you just walked off and left me without telling me what I had done wrong?"



"Oh, my God. You didn't do anything wrong. It was me. I did it."



"Did what?"



"Not over the phone, please. I can come to your house, or you can come to mine."



"When did you have in mind?"



"Now?"



"Make it my house in two hours."



"Okay. Two hours. See you then. Thank you."



I rushed out and bought flowers for her, then I showered and shaved off my beard. She rang my bell exactly two hours after she called. I opened the door and my heart went pitter patter.



"Hello, Matt."



"Trish. Come in. May I get you something to drink?"



"A stiff drink of any alcohol," she said.



I poured a generous bit of bourbon into a glass and handed it to her. I was enjoying this. I knew why she was here and I knew what I was going to do, but she seemed terrified. I stayed very stiff, not making it easy for her. "Have a seat, please." I indicated the sofa.



She sat, took a good-sized drink of her bourbon and made a face. Then she did it again. "I did something really stupid," she started.



"You did? When?"



"A few months ago."



"Oh, about the same time you dumped me."



She took a small sip this time and shook her head. "It was a couple of months before that. We had just started dating."



"What was it you did?"



"I... uh... I, oh shit, this is harder than I thought it was going to be." She stood. "You and I had just gone out a few times." She stopped and took another drink. "My old boyfriend wanted to see me." She paused, put her drink down and headed for the door. "Maybe I should do this some other time."



"No," I said grabbing her arm. "You started it, now get it over with."



"You'll hate me."



"No, I won't."



She took a deep breath. "I slept with my old boyfriend. There I said it. Now I'll leave."



"I know about it and you're not going anywhere. At least not yet."



Her eyes got huge. "What did you say?"



"I said you're not going anywhe..."



She interrupted me. "Not that. The other."



I was playing with her now. "What other?"



"The other! You said you knew about it."



"Oh, that. Yeah, I knew about that."



"You knew?"



"That you slept with Howard? Yes, I knew"



The fact that I knew she fucked him was a surprise, but that I knew his name was a big shock. Her face went pale and her eyes were huge. "How did you know?"



"It doesn't matter. What matters is, are you ever going to do it again?"



"No. God no."



"When he asks you to marry him what are you going to tell him?" She just looked at me. Knowing she fucked him and knowing his name were huge, but knowing he might propose was more than she could take. She stood shaking her head in total disbelief. I was laughing inside and repeated my question. "Well? What are you going to tell him?"



"Uh... I'm, uh... going to tell him... Uh, he isn't going to ask... How did you know about that?"



"I told you it doesn't matter. Okay. You can leave now." I escorted her to the door, opened it, and pushed her out. I just stood there. Waiting. It took a little longer than I thought, but the doorbell rang again. I waited and let her ring it again. I opened the door. "Oh. I thought you wanted to leave."



"No, I don't want to leave. I want to know how and when you knew about Howard."



I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. "Oh, no," I said. "You made me wait months before you confessed. I'm going to wait the same amount of time before I tell you."



"Does that mean you will want me around months from now?" She looked into my eyes. There were tears in hers.



I took a flower and handed it to her. The stem was wet, but she ignored the wetness. I took another one, broke off the stem, and put it between her breasts, then leaned down to inhale. She put her hands on my head and pulled me closer. Water from the stem of the flower she was holding dripped on the floor. She inhaled sharply as I moved my head to kiss her chest above the flower and the opening of her shirt. I lifted my head and looked at her. She reached and unbuttoned two more buttons and moved the flower so it was between her breasts. I lowered my head again and she grabbed it again. This time she moved it from one breast to the other and back again.



I lifted my head and kissed her. "Would you like to be around months from now?" I asked.



"Months, years, lifetimes. Wherever you are is where I'll be, if you let me."



We kissed several more times each getting more and more serious. She took a step back, took the flower out, kissed it and gave it to me and I kissed it. She reached for her blouse buttons and started working on them. One at a time, slowly, never taking her eyes off me and I never took my eyes off her fingers.



When they were all unbuttoned, she slipped the blouse off and dropped it to the floor. She kissed me again and our tongues played with each other. We broke the kiss and she spoke. "Are we going to do it here or in your bed?"



I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. As we walked, she put her other hand on mine as if hanging on for dear life.



Once there, she looked at me. "We can take this slow and enjoy each other or we can take it fast and enjoy each other. Which would you prefer?"



"Slow, please."



She kissed me and it seemed to take hours for her to finish. "Then slow it is." She smiled as she said it.



I turned her around and unclasped her bra, then turned her again to face me. I held the straps, slid them off her shoulders and it dropped into my hand. I held it to my nose and smelled her. She smiled. Then came her jeans. I had trouble pulling her jeans down because they were like her second skin, but I managed. She slid her panties down by herself. Then we started working on me. I kicked my shoes off and lowered my own jeans. My shirt was next, then tee shirt, and, finally, my shorts. I sat on the bed to remove my socks. I peeled one off and she took care of the other.



As soon as they were off, she lunged at me, knocking me backward and landed on top of me. Her breasts were crushed into my chest and she moved her upper body as if trying to grind her breasts into my chest. It was a feeling I loved. She started doing the same with her lower body.



My dick had been hard since our first kiss. How it was still hard was beyond me, considering I expected it to blow several times.



While she was moving her lower body around, she stopped when her pussy was perfectly positioned for my dick. She looked at me. "Ready?"



"Oh, God, yes," I moaned. She sat up, touched my dick for the first time, and aimed it home. We both sighed as she lowered herself on it. When it was all the way in, we just looked at each other and smiled. She reached her hands out to mine and we interlocked fingers on both hands as she started rocking back and forth and up and down. I just lay there and enjoyed the sensation; at least at first. As she started feeling the effects of the motion, she started moving faster. And faster.



As she moved faster, I moved, as well. We had been at that for a couple of minutes when we rolled over and I was now on top. "Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me like you love me."



I had never heard that expression, "fuck me like you love me," but it seemed appropriate, so I did. I fucked her like I loved her, because I did.



We spent the rest of that evening and all that night fucking like we loved each other.



The next morning, we were up early taking our shower together. She didn't have a toothbrush, so she used mine. I had never let anyone use my toothbrush. My master bath had two sinks. I was at mine and she was at hers. Hers? I smiled. It was hers as long as she wanted it. When she started brushing her teeth, I just watched. As she brushed, her tits would jiggle. It was fascinating to watch.



She saw me and stopped long enough to ask why I was laughing. I told her and she started brushing again, quickly, so her tits would jiggle. Slowly, and not so much jiggling. Fast again, then slow. She was watching me watch her tits move. It took her ten minutes to finish. I bet her teeth had never been so clean.



We both had to work that day, and she had to go home to change clothes and do her makeup.



"Are you available for lunch?" I asked as I opened her car door for her.



She had taken the flowers I had gotten the day before. She put them to her nose and inhaled before looking at me with a big smile. "Absolutely. What time?"



"11:30? I'll pick you up."



She nodded and kissed me. I watched her drive off and never noticed that Julia was standing next to me.



"So, things seem to be okay between you two," she laughed.



I hugged her. "If your husband wasn't watching, I'd kiss you," I told her.



"Fuck him," she laughed again, "kiss me anyway."



I did. On both cheeks.



That was five years ago. Trish and I have been married four of those years, I have never been happier and Trish is the same way. Sammy and Julia were married four months after us. They are our best friends.



Nobody seems to know or care where Kris is.



I give Trish flowers at least once a week and neither of us gets tired of smelling them, wherever on her body they are.

