
      She stood up and had Tony sit on the chair, his cock at full
attention.  Eric and Reggie watched in wicked fascination as her
fuck-me ass, the only thing in the back yard illuminated from the
family room light, rose and slid down onto his cock, then rose, then
slid down, rising and sliding down quicker and quicker, on Tony's
impatient, rock hard prick.  He was in heaven - he just knew all
along that she was, inside, dying to give them some more ass - and
the fact that within fifteen minutes of seeing them again she  was
fucking him like this - crazy fucking, demanding that he suck her
big tits while he fucked her, with Eric and Reggie watching, on the
Gordon patio, with her husband upstairs - was totally awesome.  

      As his cock pushed deeply up into her she stalled their
fucking to experience him all the way in, pushing against the back
of her cunt.  How magnificent this felt!  She looked back at Eric,
without smiling, and resumed sliding her twat up and down on his
friend's cock, her eyes locked onto Eric's face.  Within a few
minutes Tony blasted his load inside her.  She lingered on his dick
for a time, and Eric walked over, his shorts off, waving his long
meatstick at her.  She stroked it lovingly, moaning in anticipation
of having it.  Eric closed his eyes while she jacked him.  "Oh,
Vicki, you want some of this?" Eric whispered, looking over at
Reggie with a smile.  Vicki put Reggie's hand on her breast.
"Squeeze my tits," she whispered to him.  She extended her tongue to
Eric's dripping cockhead and worshipped him, kissing it frantically
and holding it against her face.  She tickled his balls.

      Vicki got up off of Tony's lap, leaned over the table and
seductively pulled her ass cheeks apart, her dress hiked over her
hips.  "Well, Mrs. Gordon," he started.  "Shut up!" she ordered him.
Eric hesitated, surprised and still a young son enough to stop and
listen when a mom issues a directive.  "Shut up and give it to me,"
she whimpered.  He positioned himself behind her and rubbed his cock
against her asshole and twat, his hands appreciating the marvelous
bulb butt cheeks that were his to squeeze while he fucked her.
"Well?" she snapped, her tits with their jumbo nipples hanging
heavily over the table as she pushed her ass into him and looked
back at him. He found her wet lips and slowly invaded her,
delighting in the feeling of her lips taking him, bringing him into
her. "Oh yeah," he gasped, her still tight pussy capturing his large
cock and delivering him to the promised inner sweet space of this
hard up nympho mom. He leaned forward, over her back, and grabbed
her big t squeezing and manhandling them.  He rammed her roughly,
shaking the patio table, causing it to scoot in tiny lurches on the
concrete.

        Tony and Reggie stood to the side of the copulating pair and
competed with Eric for access to Vicki's tits.  The feeling of six
hands on her body was so dirty, so fantastic.  Eric spasmed and fell
into her back, his tense balls releasing a heavy load of semen
inside her, ramming up toward her stomach like a lunatic.  She was
on the verge of coming and reached under to get at his nuts.  More
than rivaling the rustle of the strong wind in the leaves overhead,
their hoarse panting and moans threatened to wake her family.

      The building desire of the last several days was unleashed.
Vicki turned to face her lovers and jacked herself as she leaned
against the table, her breasts jutting out toward them, her hand
masturbating her soaking wet twat.  She knew they were transfixed to
get their hands on her and she came hard at the thought of being on
display.

      She fell to her knees and hugged Reggie around the hips,
bringing his swollen crotch into her face.  She wanted more young
dick, and he was very attractive. So why not fuck him too?  He could
not believe the appetite of this stacked housewife - it made him
crazy with arousal - and he hastened to help her loosen his shorts
and she pulled them down enough to get at his long, very hard, very
thick penis. She cursed and giggled in wonder and turned his body
out of the darkness to face the light from the family room.  "My my,
look at this big dick," she gasped, laughing. "Holy shit!"   In awe,
she stroked it worshipfullly as she knelt at his side and ran her
fingers over his scrotum.  Her other hand explored his taut buns.
As her one hand returned to the shaft of this monster boymeat her
other hand crept down his ass crack and to his nuts from behind.
Cum and the juices of fucking ran out of her pussy.  She ran her
tongue around his asshole while she stroked this veritable log of a
She threw her dress on a patio chair and couldn't wait any longer to
suck him off.  Vicki needed to choke on this very large prick.

      She pulled his rod into her mouth and licked the head as she
began a slow blowjob, an unhurried swallowing of this delightful
wonder.  The other boys stood in a trance, surprised at how XXL
Reggie was and how inexhaustible this woman's need was for sex. 

      She stood up and began walking him behind her, holding his
cock like a dog's leash.  "Come with me, big boy," she said.  She
had him lay down on a chaise lounge out on the lawn, his shorts
tossed on the grass.  As she stood over him, one foot up resting on
his thigh, she stared at his cock, so hard it pressed against his
abdomen, and its large head pointed to his buff chest, blocking his
navel.  She straddled him, and before descending on him she jacked
her clit.  Damn, is she hard up! - Reggie thought.  He had never
seen a girl or a woman rub herself and he practically shot his load
then and there, hypnotized by the slurping of her fingers working
her twat.  Leaning back slightly, she pleaded with Eric and Tony to
play with her massive tits.  None of the boys ever really took his
eyes off them.  

      When she slowly guided Reggie into her cunt she was astounded
at how big he felt.  "Shit!" she moaned.  "You like getting fucked
like this, don't you?" Eric said.  "Mmm hmmm," she agreed, conscious
of too much noise and trying to gasp through her nose.  Tony and
Eric looked at each other and smiled. She just can't get enough,
wants it constantly.

      "Why don't we come by tomorrow?" Tony said.  "Or maybe you can
come to my house and suck our dicks?  You will, won't you, Soccer
Whore?"   The way they were talking took her over the edge and she
came with a huge vibration, slowing her fucking of Reggie's cock for
a moment as the spasms took her to orgasm.  

      It took her a moment to come down off the strong climax that
had carried her up into the clouds.  Eric's and Tony's cocks were
hard again - thank God for these healthy young fuckers, she thought,
and she stroked each of them while Reggie began fucking her hard,
and faster.  "Keep fucking me," she demanded.  The harder his fat
dick pistoned in and out of her the more vigorously she jacked off
the other boys' dickmeat.  She loved the feel of those veins running
along those rock hard shafts, and the smell of young masculine
crotches surrounding her.  

      "Vicki?"  a voice came from the family room door.  It was her
husband, and his call sent a shiver through her.  She immediately
turned to see that he had opened the sliding door, taken the dress
of the chair, and looked quickly around, then, rubbing his eyes, had
gone back inside.  She had stopped everyone as quietly as she could,
her finger to her lips.  Unlike the incident at the soccer field,
she felt less compelled to adjourn the proceedings. Interrupt
briefly, yes, but not end this pleasure.  It was just too
spectacular. 

      So after a few minutes she said: "I have to go in soon," and
rubbed Tony's and Eric's softening cocks against her breasts.  "How
about some jizz for your soccer girl, for the road?" she whispered,
looking up at one of them, then the other.  Then she looked down at
Reggie, "and as for you, stallion, we have unfinished business. Fuck
me some more, then pull it out. I want your monster dick to come in
my face."

      Within a few minutes Tony and Eric, grunting,  shot their warm
sperm on her.  Some of each boy's cum landed on Reggie or each
other, and when they complained afterwards of the gross nature of
this event she just laughed.   Reggie kept pumping and said: "Should
I pull out and come in your face?"  "Oh yeah," she said, "let's
switch places, shoot it, you fucker. "  He stood up clumsily, about
ready to ejaculate, and she sat on the lounge, eagerly wrapping her
hands around his dick.  And just in time:  within seconds he grunted
and five large strings of his semen splatted on her face, some of it
dripping rapidly upon impact, down her neck and onto her  tits.  She
gratefully sucked on him for a few minutes, adoring his young
manhood and glorying in the feeling of this large accumulation of
masculine cream all over her.

      She stood up, somewhat exhausted. "OK, you gotta go.  I don't
want you to, but you have to go."  Tony gave her his address.  "Come
on over around 1," he said. "We're going to cut class.  I'll call
you."  "Does your mother work?" Vicki said, rubbing the jizz into
her big tits.  "She won't be there.  And wear something slutty"
Eric laughed: "You're our hot and horny housewife," he said.  She
stood up, arms akimbo, and shook her tits at him.  Tony zipped up
his shorts. "Are you going to blow us tomorrow, big tits?"   She
licked her lips, "By 1:05.  And I'll be trashy...  Now get out of
here before I change my mind.  Cut through the Wilson's lot -
they're in Europe - "   They did so and she lay down on the chaise
lounge for a moment, then snuck quietly back into the family room.
She felt like a woman again, already thinking about what to wear
tomorrow - or what had become today.       

      She darted into the powder room. When Tim had awakened to find
her missing from their bed he had come down and seen the sign.  At
about this time she was sucking Reggie off.  Tim went back upstairs
and then, realizing that it was after midnight, had come down again,
groggy.  He had heard sounds and come to the patio door.  He spotted
her dress and, assuming she had changed into something else, came in
and lay in bed, unable to sleep.  Something was wrong here, he
thought. 

      Grabbing a T shirt from the kitchen she tiptoed into the
bedroom.  Tim awoke and rolled toward her as she got into bed.
"Where were you?"  "Out for a walk," she said.  "Until 12:30 at
night?" he said, angry.  "Whatever," she said.  "Your dress was on
the patio chair," he said, "explain that to me."  She snapped: "You
don't seem to find me attractive anymore, and I'm very lonely for a
good fuck.  Explain that to me."  She rolled over.  She heard him
say, after a few minutes: "You need therapy."  

      She hated this disharmony with him.  But she found refuge in
the feeling of aching in her groin from her lovers' attention. Her
breasts were sore, and the cum was still caked on her skin.  She
licked at some on her chin and set the alarm to get up and go
jogging - in less than six hours.

      At 6:15 Vicki was stretching on the living room floor. She had
on a sheer, sleeveless top that, until recently, she had stopped
wearing because it was too tight.  It clung to her breasts, which
jutted  proudly and  heavily, without benefit of a brassiere.  She
wore a thong panty under very snug spandex work-out shorts.  Tim
appeared in the hallway as she got up to head off to the high school
running track.

      He looked with concern down at her chest and shorts.  The
fabric of her top strained around her very generous bust, the shirt
conspicuously, tensely stretching between her breasts.  Her teats
rudely stuck out, and erect, to his worried eyes.  "I really think
you need to put that sports bra on," he said.  "Any male over the
age of four who sees you running in that shirt will follow you
around for the rest of the morning."   She smiled at him, "God I
hope so. I just love it when men stare at my big tits."  He could
not fathom why she was talking like this.  Was she trying to drive
him mad?   

      She affected the need to stretch out some more for her workout
and stood facing him, back to the wall.  Slowly she arched her body
so that her breasts took on even more to die-for, impossible
dimensions.  She watched his distress and enjoyed trifling with him.     

      "I am asking you as my wife," he said, his mouth pouting.   "I
hate bras," she said, and, giving her breasts a shake,  which she
hoped would give him a scare -  she walked close to him, her mind
already walking  toward the front door.  "See that Tonya gets off to
school OK," she said, kissing him on the cheek, "I am going out for
a long one."  She turned and bent a little and stuck her ass out at
him,  her hands resting on her bent knees.   "Are you listening to
me?" he said, frowning and shaking his head in disbelief.  "Chicks
like to feel sexy," she said, "what's wrong with teasing the guys a
little?  Bye honey."  She bounced out the door, leaving him
disconcerted, angry - and afraid - of feelings she was stirring in
him, feelings he could not identify.  But he now had a fear, and
what is a man usually afraid of in life?  Himself.

      Five minutes later he resolved to follow her, surreptitiously.
He woke Tonya and told her to get her own breakfast, that her mom
was out for a run, that  he was going to go jogging himself and that
if he were lucky he would find her mom.  He jumped in the Explorer
and thought that he would take a roundabout way to the high school.
South of the track/field facility was a thick grove of pine trees,
and beyond that a maintenance driveway.  He decided he would pull in
there and grab the video cam out of the trunk. He had just charged
it yesterday and it had a professional zoom lens.  It's not that I
don't trust my wife, he told himself, but between the odd events of
last week, her almost predatory sexual behavior last night, her
slutty clothing choices, and the unexplained "walk" she went for,
maybe naked, he was more than concerned.  She needs help, he
suggested to himself.  And he wanted this nagging feeling inside of
him to dissipate.  It was anxiety, it was fear, and it was - he
iscovering - erotic. In a mighty wicked way he could not understand.

      All Vicki could think about on the way to the high school
track was the turn-on she got from showing off her body to the two
guys that she had met there for the past four mornings.  As she left
Kenilworth Avenue and ran across the student parking lot toward the
entrance to the track area, the sun was rising beautifully in the
east.  It was going to be another warm one, and a balmy breeze
tossed her hair.  She stopped at a drinking fountain and shivered
with anticipation while she looked around to see if anyone was
watching, then splashed several handfuls of water on her shirt,
wetting the its upper half.

      Tim felt like he was doing something incredibly wrong when he
pulled quietly into the maintenance drive, having taken care to
avoid her jogging route.  His heart was beating erratically as he
grabbed the video cam and walked stealthily into the trees.  Soon he
was almost at the clearing leading to the track.  He saw an
equipment shed and decided to practically crawl into it.  It was
adjacent to the track and when he got inside it he locked the door,
satisfied with its three window views that he could do what he hoped
was a constructive surveillance for the good of his marriage. He was
careful not to make noise as he stood among the lighting equipment,
football practice dummies, and track and field hardware.

      Meanwhile her admirers walked onto the track from the opposite
direction. One of them had absently noticed a guy enter the
equipment shed, from a distance.  They forgot about him by the time
they got near it and said little, one of them leaning on the fence
next to the shed.  They were too psyched for the morning rendezvous
and soon enough a very busty figure, jogging at a clip Tim had never
seen before, entered the high school athletic property.  The boys
cursed their luck. Here she is, they laughed to each other.  "All
right!" the one said. "I have a raging hard-on already. Look at how
those tits are sprinting to get to us.."  Tim's view of the area
next to the track took in the two jocks, and he shifted his vision
to a low-placed grille in the wall.  Now he was at a vantage point
level with their midsections and a few feet away from him.  And in
fact he saw that each of their  track shorts were sporting an
uncontrollably swollen crotch.   He gasped at the strange sight of
two men talking about his wife and her effect on their manhood.

       "Look at those fuckin' things bounce," the other said as
Vicki neared them at a slower jog.  Tim flinched as he saw one of
the jocks rub his erection.  What he heard then made him dizzy:
"She knows what she's doing. She stares at our hard-ons. Do you
think she'll show us her tits today?  She almost did yesterday."
"God I hope so. She really sticks 'em out there, and shakes her
booty at us alot too.  She smiled at us yesterday when we took turns
rubbing her bare back."  "I noticed you were rubbing your dick
against her ass, stud."  "Yeah and so were you!"  "When she said
'Oooh I like that kind of rub too' I thought I was going to shoot
off in my shorts!" "I guess her husband's a lousy fuck. But they say
she's fantastic.  A fuckin' whore for young guys."  "Well, it's our
turn, dude. No more jacking off with her as the fantasy.  For the
past three nights I've been abstaining. Saving it.  How about you?"
"I've got a couple quarts with her name on them." 

       She had been hoping her choice of a top would get them even
more excited - and harder. She wanted them to hurt.  She had been
almost giddy about how she would tease them, and all the way from
her driveway had flashes of apprehension that they might not be
there.  Now that she was within sight of them she coughed in sexual
nervousness at the sight of the one guy's hand rubbing himself.

      Tim's heart sank further as he saw them ogle her like some
kind of tramp.  He started the video cam running.  

      "Good morning!" she smiled at her admirers. Her voice was
completely in the boudoir.  She walked up to them and arched her
upper torso, with her hands dug into her waist behind her back.  She
just stared at them, and looked them over.    "Hi, beautiful," one
of the guys said, pulling his shirt off.  "Are you going to run
those bleachers for us like you did yesterday?" the other smiled,
standing almost next to her and staring down at her top.    "Would
you like that?" she grinned, turning around and bending over to
touch her toes, then turning her head to look back at him.
"Definitely," he said, taking off his shirt and aiming his crotch at
her rump, mimicking coital strokes.  "But first you should take off
your shirt.  It's only fair."

      She was touching her toes and spreading her legs, then stopped
when he said that. "Why should I do that?" she said coyly, posed in
mid-bend, twisting with her hands on her hips, looking intently at
him.  "Well, we took ours off," he said, boldly putting his hands on
her hips.  "Uh - I definitely noticed," she grinned.  He turned to
his companion, "don't you think an incredibly sexy girl like her
should be kind to two of her biggest fans?"  "THE biggest fans of
the biggest tits," the other said.  She laughed at that and turned
to face them and made a point of staring down at the erections
outlined in their shorts.  "But if I do go topless the seams on your
shorts will rip, and you'll have to take them off and I'll have to
fix them, like the loyal booster of high school athletics that I
am," she giggled.  "And then you can blow us," he said.  She was
stunned, and looked it.  The other jock jumped in. "You'll have to
excuse my friend, he's vulgar.  He should have said that you'll su r
dicks.  Vicki."

      Another shocker for her and her husband.  "You --- know me?"
she said.  "We know Eric and Tony, and any friend of theirs -----"
She backed up slowly until she stopped, stupefied, against a utility
pole.  "I think I have to get going," she smiled, almost swooning
with too much information coming at her.  What had she done?
Struggling with the urge to burst out in the open and confront them,
Tim spoke to her silently.  That's right, Vicki, go home.  Don't do
this.  You're a married woman with a family.  This is evil.

      The one walked right up to her face and rested his meaty arms
on her shoulders, pinning her against the pole.  He planted a wet
kiss on her and when she attempted to move away his brawny legs
blocked her. He kept crowding her with his unshaven, bright face so
that his mouth and hers were joined.  Then he backed up a half inch
and cooed: "Don't get cold feet now, Mrs. Gordon, after fucking with
us all week.  I knew you'd show us your big tits even if Eric hadn't
told us about you.  You love young guys and we sure as hell love
you."  He kissed her again and this time her dizzy disorientation
and urge to flee were replaced with arousal. His mouth on hers felt
wonderful.  The hard cock pressing against her groin was electric,
magical.  

      She pushed him away slightly.  She rubbed his waist and her
hands, doing her thinking for her, roamed to his butt.  Tim recoiled
in a rude surprise as her one hand moved down his chest to his
crotch.  Her husband could not absorb what he was seeing - the blood
started to drain from his head, then he recovered.  After what
seemed like an hour to Tim a grin formed on her face. "So do you
want me to run the bleachers?" she said in a little girl voice,
rubbing his crotch more invasively.  The other jock was at her side,
kissing her also, and she found both boners under the elastic bands
of the two boys' shorts.  "Oh yeah," she sighed at the touch of this
double trouble.   "Just a couple of times up and down. We want you
to show us without that top. Then we want to suck your tits while
you give us head," he sighed, his excitement making him blush.
"Mmmmmmm" she giggled as her hand had his dick out in the open.  It
felt so big and warm. She pushed them back a few inches. "It's show
tim ys. Hope you're men enough."

      Watching their reactions closely she slowly she pulled her
shirt up to the bottoms of her tits, then even more slowly
struggled, in an exaggerated fashion, to pull it over the immense
fleshy globes. Tim was stunned to see her lift the top over her
shoulders, displaying what belonged to him: her very large, round,
firm breasts.  The whole time she stared at one boy then the other,
and smiled, thrilling at their obvious amazement and lust.
"Christ," the one whispered.  The other was speechless.  "Do your
other girlfriends have tits this size?" she giggled softly.  She
loved the impact this had on these young studs.  She wanted to
parade and tease all day in front of them.  She handed them her
shirt and began to jiggle toward the bleachers. 

      Her husband switched the camera to the window that gave him a
view of the bleachers.  What the hell had happened to my wife, he
thought, his heartbeat vibrating throughout his body. 

      The young athletes  turned and gasped as she pulled her shorts
down at the foot of the bleacher stairs, wiggling her 90% bare ass.
Then she slid her shorts up her enticing ass slowly, rolling her
butt back into them.  She ran to the top of the stairs and turned
and smiled as she ran back down, her chest bouncing up and down and
sideways.  They applauded, their dicks now getting very sore with
sexual throbbing. "Again?" she said at the rail, plopping her
breasts over it lewdly. "Jesus," one of them said, "yeah, please, by
all means."  She bounced down again and then said: "OK guys I need
it. Where can I take your shorts off?"  They felt her vigorously,
roughly, and took turns sucking on her nipples, then told her to put
her top back on because others were visible in the parking lot.. 

      They led her to the old broadcast booth that used to be in the
center of the bleachers but had been moved to the end, straight up
from where Vicki's horrified spouse was sitting.  Tim sat
dumbfounded in the shed and slowly moved the cam to the window
facing the booth.  The zoom recorded her walking slowly ahead of
them up the steps, and the lens captured them pawing at her ass and
making filthy comments about her swaying cheeks - swaying more than
usual, he noticed.  They disappeared into the booth.  He went to his
zoom lens.  

      The jocks took turns sitting in a chair, back to the window.
Tim was able partially to see Vicki feeding them her tits,
apparently begging them to chew on her nipples. He saw her eyes
close and she threw her head back.  

      Soon both their mouths were fastened to her boobs,  and she
almost came from the pleasure of this double sucking.  She pulled
their mouths and faces into her tits, smothering her lovers' noses
and delighting in the power her breasts seemed to have over guys.
Then she scooted the announcer's chair out of the way and told them
to sit up on the table, their shorts at their knees.  Tim could see
his wife positioned in between these two, now naked to the knees,
their bare asses impudently filling the bottom corners of what his
lens could see.  

      "I haven't sucked a cock for seven hours," she announced, loud
enough for Tim to hear, "that's a long time."  She bent over and
took one of the stiff rods available to her in her mouth and stroked
the other.  "Don't you want to know our names?" one asked. "I just
want to know your pricks' names, and I think this is Nice and Long
Number One and this is Nice and Long Number Two," she said, placing
Nice and Long Number One between her tits. She moved back and forth
so that her tits got a slow fuck from this boymeat she so
enthusiastically had awakened at 6:15 to come and get.  Within
minutes he couldn't hold back any longer and shot fat creamy gobs
all over her neck and chest.  She scooped some up with her fingers
and gladly swallowed it.  Then she attacked the second dick and
delighted in deep throating it.  The boy moaned and whimpered as she
moved her tongue over his dick while her mouth traveled from the
head to his balls and back again, over and over. The new day's light
grew a unds of others working out on the track and on the field came
in through the booth window. Vicki gently cupped his balls, then
gripped his penis and went down on his balls and his asshole.  She
wanted to get  as much cum as she could out of him, really wanted to
drain a gallon from his balls.  And she wanted this to stimulate the
first jock to get hard again and maybe fuck her before they called
it a morning.  So she tried to keep the first one on the edge.

      Her right hand checked on the second cock and it was
hardening.  "Fuck me doggy style," she said to him, moving her ass
around and practically pushing him off the table. "Somebody play
with my tits, too."  She sucked away and soon felt that  wonderful
sensation of a hard cock working its sweet way into her hungry cunt.
It pushed in a little more each time, and she was so wet and hard up
she was thrilled when this prick stuffed itself all the way in,
right toward her stomach.   I love these young dicks, she said, I
just love 'em.  He just came and he's hard again.   The boys could
not believe the pleasure of seeing this tramp mom get off on having
her holes filled by both of them at the same time.  

      Soon the one came, with yelps of sexual release, in at least
six shots of hot cum down her eager throat.  The other picked up his
pace and Vicki yelled at him.  "Come on, keep fucking me.  Squeeze
my big tits.  You like playing with them. "  The first boy grabbed
them and she came with the feeling of four hands  fondling her
breasts.  "Oh yeah, oh fuck!" she  whimpered.  Tim could hear the
bodies slamming  away  from where he  was hiding.   Then the boy
cried out as he blew his load inside her.  Tim waited, fuming and
dazed at this revelation of carnal sin. He watched her leave the
shed, clearly very happy.  

      "Thanks guys," she waved, and jogged back home. Tim arrived in
the car at about the same time.  

      She was very cheerful and jumped in the shower.  He just
stared out the window. Something kept him from confronting her.  He
dressed for work and as she stood in a towel, about to dry her hair,
he managed to say: "I ran by the track and watched you running for a
few minutes.  You seemed occupied so I didn't stop....."  She stared
at him, fearful that he would let her have it.  He froze at that
point, and just stared back.  After a long moment her mouth relaxed,
and slowly formed a very slight grin.  So he wasn't going to say
more? That was it?  He looked down at the floor and they stood
facing each other, she relieved that he was unwilling to stand up to
what she was doing with what she had found about herself in the past
week.  He cleared his throat, looked at her again with a modest
frown, then turned and left. Her mind uncluttered itself and she
began to think again about what clothes to wear for the visit to
Tony's house.

      To say that her husband was on edge as he drove to his office
would be putting it quite moderately.  Was she off her rocker?  Did
she expect that he was going to buy into this behavior? He could not
believe his eyes and ears as to what happened right in front of him
at the track.  It was frightening, and he found himself completely
out of control.  He locked the car as he parked it and halfway to
the entrance to his building he stopped, looked vacantly downward,
and went back to the trunk. He took out the video camera, slammed
the trunk shut, and loaded up a VCR he kept in his office.   He
locked his door and told his assistant he could not be disturbed,
then relived the shocking experience of this morning.  It was so
bizarre. He played scenes back, went to slo-mo, and found himself
disappointed when a scene was off center for a view of his wife, or
of his wife and her young admirers.  He shot the morning viewing
this tape, and that fear he felt sweeping over him was growing, and
ting into the extreme anxiety and apprehension he felt when he first
was with a girl.  The feeling was a powerful rush of excitement that
left him fidgety.  It was pushing him now, without his approval, and
he found himself responding sexually to what he saw on the video.
He angrily shut if off and threw the video in the garbage.  Ten
minutes later he frantically raced to the dumpster to retrieve it -
and watch it again.


[Continued in Soccer Mom  III]

