SPEEDY

 

 

I suffered a cataclysmic event at exactly 5:21 P.M. on Wednesday, April 17, 1993. Cataclysmic events are

indelibly stamped on the human brain to be recalled consciously or erupt from the subconscious at the

strangest times.

I was under my old Chevy changing the oil when I heard the click-clack of Elaine's high heels on the

cement garage floor.

"Jeff," she barked.

From my view at floor level, I saw her black high heel pumps and stockings. I stuck my head from under

the car to see her, with her legs spread and her hands on her hips, dressed in clothes I'd never seen. Her

short and tight skirt wrapped under her bottom. She wore a black garter belt that held up her stockings,

and black thong panties. Her blouse showcased her substantially endowed breasts. How strange! Elaine

always dressed modestly.

"Hi, honey," I said.

"Jeff, I'm having an affair with Art. I'm thinking of leaving you for him."

Her face was hard and cold, and her voice equally foreboding. She took two steps back and snapped her

legs shut. Her hands were clenched into fists.

"I'm going to Denver to be with him. I'll be gone about ten days. I'll tell you my decision when I get

back."

She turned on her heel. I remember the way her ass twitched and the sound of her heels as she walked

away. I checked my watch. It was 5:21.

I remember the garage perfectly. Where each thing was. How it looked. How it smelled. Each speck of

dirt. Every shading of color. There was a spider in its web in the far corner above the door. I wondered if

she had devoured her mate. I finished changing the oil, cleaned up my mess, and went inside to bathe.

I couldn't remember not knowing Elaine. We'd dated since the seventh grade and married when she was

seventeen and legal. We'd been married twenty-two years. She was the only woman in my life. She was

my life. Like a demonic video designed for my torture, that life played back in my mind. I'd see a happy

time, like our honeymoon or the trip to the Cayman Islands. Then those few explosive moments in the

garage would play again.

My emotional roller-coaster ranged from rage to extreme depression and back again, with numerous stops

at self-pity. When I told Jeremy, our twenty-one-year-old college student son, about his mother's adultery

and potential abandonment, he was almost as distraught as I was.

I stumbled through the next week, even painting the house to help me fall into bed at night exhausted as

well as alone. By Wednesday of the following week, my emotions no longer roller-coastered. They ping-

ponged from anger to self pity, but anger was winning the game.

I was expecting Elaine to be home when I got there Friday after work. Instead, I found two messages on

the answering machine. One was from Jeremy, who said he was going to a concert with Speedy and he

might not get home at all that night. I had no idea who Speedy was or where they were. The other

message was from Elaine. Her voice on the answering machine seemed cold.

"Jeff, I've reached a decision about us. I'll be home late Sunday to discuss it with you. I'll see you then."

I'm not a drinker. If I were, I'd have drunk myself to sleep each night, particularly that Friday. Instead, I

put on my pajama bottoms and retired to my bed with a bowl of ice cream to let the mindless drivel of

television flush away my thoughts. Leno was over and I had started to doze off when I heard the back

door open with a crash. Someone groaned, and then something heavy landed with a thud. I jumped off my

bed and ran to the kitchen.

Jeremy was on his back on the floor. A small, thin, girl was kneeling beside him. When she looked up at

me, she smiled and big dimples appeared on each side of her sweet, innocent, thirteen-year-old looking

face.

"Hi. I'm Monica," she said. "You know. Speedy."

"Oh, hi, Speedy. How are you?"

"I'm good, but Jeremy's not so hot. He's got the brown flu."

"Looks like a bad case," I replied.

"Jack Daniels won tonight's fight, that's for sure."

Jeremy groaned and tried to sit up. He mumbled something.

"You're on your own kitchen floor. Go to sleep," Speedy said to him.

He fell back with a thunk. His mouth gaped open, he gasped, and began snoring. Speedy shook her head

in disgust.

"When do boys grow up, Mr. King?" she asked.

"I wouldn't be too hard on Jeremy. He's had some traumatic news," I said.

"He told me about it, but I'm disappointed anyway. I was looking forward to tonight," she said.

"He told you?"

A wave of embarrassment made me blush. "It's bad enough to be a cuckold without every one knowing,"

I thought. That was silly of me. Everyone would know soon enough if Elaine filed for divorce.

"He's real shook up about it and needed someone to talk to, Mr. King. He told Mom and me. We've spent

a few nights talking to him about it."

"Your Mother knows, too?"

"She won't tell anyone and neither will I. You're not the first man whose wife played around, you know."

 

"Somehow that doesn't make it any easier, Speedy," I replied dejectedly.

"You need to get over it and go on with your life," she said in a flat, matter-of-fact tone. "Have you

screwed anyone else since it happened?"

I was shocked by her frank question and the directness in her expression.

"Not since or before," I said. "I've never screwed anyone else."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. Elaine's the only woman I've, well, been intimate with."

"To each his own," she answered. Her eyes were studying me.

"Thanks for bringing Jeremy home, Speedy."

"You're welcome. His car's at Bobo's house so it'll be all right."

I extended a hand to help her stand. She was at least a foot shorter than my six one. When she smiled, her

cherub cheeks made her brown eyes narrow on each side of a button nose. She was inches from me and

her expression made me tingle. "She's coming on to me," I thought, but I knew that couldn't be right. I

had to be misreading her.

"I'll see you to your car," I said.

"Uh, Mr. King, if you don't mind, I'd like to spend the night here."

"Here? Why?"

She stared directly at me and hesitated, which made me feel guilty I'd asked. "My Mom has a guy

spending the night. She suggested I not come home until tomorrow."

She wasn't embarrassed by her revelation. Rather, she was searching for my response although I tried to

hide it. I was envious of the guy. He was getting laid and I wasn't.

"Oh. You can sleep in Jeremy's room. It looks like he's on the floor for the night."

"Mr. King, do you know why they call me Speedy?" she asked. Her eyes twinkled and dimples sparkled

as she smiled. I had the eerie feeling I was walking into a trap.

"No," I replied.

"I'm fast."

"You like to run?" I asked stupidly.

"No, Mr. King. Think about it. What do guys mean when they say a girl's fast?"

"Oh, no. She can't mean what I think she means," I thought. Her innocent child's face didn't look so

innocent at that moment. I shook my head.

"I'm fast as in 'fast woman.' Quick to say yes. Fast to strip. Speedy to spread my legs. I like to fuck. I

wanted to fuck Jeremy tonight, but he's too drunk." The fly to my pajamas moved and she wrapped her

fingers around my flaccid cock. She squeezed and tugged. "I'm horny and I don't want to sleep alone.

How about you?" she asked.

"I can't. I'm married," I said automatically.

"Your wife's married, too, but she's spreading 'em wide for old Art. She's probably humping his eyes out

right now."

"I've never cheated."

"It's time to start, Mr. King. It's time to have some fun."

My cock started to stir. That was no surprise. She was tugging and squeezing on it like she was milking a

cow.

"Now, be honest. Wouldn't you like to ride my bones?"

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

"Why don't you cover Jeremy while I brush my teeth," she said.

"No," I said. Instantly, I regretted it.

She squeezed my cock hard before releasing it. Her eyes were intent, but her lips curled in that delightful

smile.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mr. King. Come on. It won't hurt. You might even like it."

She walked toward my bedroom with her tight, little-girl, ass swaying invitingly. I put an old quilt over

my drunken son and turned out the kitchen lights. Speedy was in the bathroom in the master suite when I

sat on the bed. In a moment, she came out wearing a smile and nothing else. She saw my expression,

grinned lewdly, and turned around slowly so I could enjoy all of her.

She looked like a typical thirteen year old, or what I imagined a thirteen year old to be since I'd never

seen one. Her breasts were high, small, and firm, with small nipples. Her stomach was flat and smooth,

her hips narrow and boyish, her legs long and coltish. And her pubis was bare except for a tattoo, a simple

yellow rose.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty in three months. Want to see my driver's license?"

"You look so young."

"It's the hairless pussy that does the trick. I had electrolysis because the guys like it smooth. Anyway, the

damn thing was hairy as a bear and I had to shave all the time so I could wear a bikini. Nice, isn't it?"

She put my hand where her pubic hair used to be.

"I like it," I said. "Did the tattoo hurt?"

"Not really, but I had a few drinks before he did it. The hard part was deciding what tattoo I wanted. I like

what I got."

"Me, too," I replied.

She crawled over me. Goose bumps erupted where her body rubbed against mine. She flopped down by

me on the bed. I didn't move.

"Take your pajamas off and lay back, Mr. King. I want to see what I'm going to get."

I froze with embarrassment. No woman but Elaine had seen me naked. Speedy gently tugged off my

pajama bottoms and pushed me on my back. She knelt between my splayed legs.

"Oh my, he's soft. What could I do to get him hard?" she said with a mock innocence.

She had a small, crooked smile and hot, devilish eyes as she lowered her head to my crotch. Her hair

tickled my leg as she bobbed for my cock and sucked it into her mouth. When I felt a twitch in my cock, I

realized I hadn't had an erection since Elaine made her announcement in the garage, but Speedy's

vigorous sucking made it rise like a balloon. In seconds, I was so hard it hurt.

"Nice, Mr. King. You've got a big cock. Not only is he a little longer than most, but he's a lot thicker.

Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't."

"It's a woman pleaser for sure. Hasn't your wife told you that?"

"No. I guess I wasn't pleasing her if she cheated on me."

"Don't blame yourself. Those things happen in life. I think she was being selfish keeping a cock like this

to herself. She should've shared this. Have you ever thought about fucking some of her friends?"

"No," I replied after a short hesitation.

"She's got a least one friend who'd love to fuck your eyes out."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Preston. You know. Sandy's mom."

Sandy Preston was Jeremy's age. We'd known her parents, Dan and Carol, for years. Carol was a short

woman with a cute face. Speedy was gently caressing my cock and waiting for me as I thought about

Carol.

"How do you know?"

"She's a friend of my mom. They talk a lot. You can probably think of some others you'd like to do, huh,

Mr. King?"

"A few," I mumbled. I blushed with embarrassment.

"Well, think about them later. Right now think about me."

She nipped the head of my cock with her teeth to make sure I heard her, smiled, closed her eyes, and

sucked my cock head between her lips. She tantalized him, then stopped and smiled at me. A silver string

of saliva dangled from her wet lips. Her tongue flicked it away.

"Do you think cock size is inherited?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're big and so's Jeremy. When I fucked Ron and his father, they were both average. So were the

Bensons. I was wondering."

"You've had sex with other fathers of your friends?"

"Well, in that case, I fucked Mr. Benson first. I like older guys. So, what do you think, about cock size

being inherited, I mean?"

"I've never thought about it."

"I probably think about cocks more than you do." Her giggle was accompanied by the wrinkling of her

nose. "I probably think about cocks more than anyone." She licked away a drop of precum. "I'll tell you

one thing. Your cock's a lot bigger than Mr. Preston's. When Mrs. Preston sees this, she'll whimper and

drop to her knees. That's for sure. Do you want to be on top or bottom?"

"Bottom."

"Hang on, big boy. You're going for a ride."

That was foreplay. Speedy moved over my cock, rubbed the head against her slit to lubricate it, and

jammed her hips down.

I seemed frozen by some emotion I didn't understand as Speedy bounced up and down with me in her. I

envied the bliss on her face. I relished the sounds she made until she stopped with her back arched and

groaned as her pussy spasmed on my cock. Her eyes were dilated with passion as she looked down at me

before slowly collapsing against my chest.

I didn't orgasm. "What's wrong?" I thought. "There's a wild, delicious girl riding my cock and I'm a

zombie."

Speedy slowly pushed herself up so she was sitting on me again. She looked bemused and had a hard

gleam in her eyes. I felt her finger nails slowly encircle my nipples before she dug her nails in with force.

"Ouch," I exclaimed.

"Wake up, Mr. King. There's a hot woman wanting some hard loving and you're lying there like a dud."

She slapped me.

"Don't do that," I said.

She leaned forward, bracing herself with her elbows by my ears. "Fucking's more fun if both people do it.

I want to be taken, that's for sure. You know. Throw me on my back, pin my hands down, and fuck me

until I beg you to stop."

She kissed me hard, with her tongue down my throat. She bit my lip, kissed me again, and rolled off me

to kneel beside me. She slapped me.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked. She slapped me again. The slaps weren't hard, but they made my skin

tingle. "Don't do that," I said sharply.

"Why not? It couldn't hurt you because you can't feel pain. You don't have any emotions," she said

before slapping me again.

"Stop it or I'll. . . ."

"You'll what? Tell me. Will you lay there like a corpse, because that's what you've been doing? Will you

cry, or whine? Will you go somewhere and pout, or throw me out of the house?"

She leaned forward until her face was inches from mine.

"Or will you hold me down and fuck me until I want to die? What? What will you do?" She moved away

and slapped me. "Get mad, Mr. King. Get mad at me and make me take that big cock of yours."

"Get on your back," I said.

She slapped me. "Make me," she said defiantly.

I reached for her, but I froze in mid air. Sweat burst out. I was paralyzed by inaction again. Her lips

pursed and her eyes narrowed to slits. She slapped the hell out of me.

"Make me," she barked.

I grabbed her wrists and slammed her on her back. Her face was contorted and she grunted as she fought

me, but it must have been half hearted. I easily pinned her hands over her head, trapped her legs beneath

my forearms, and my cock lodged in her opening. I froze for an instant.

"Don't stop, Mr. King."

Like a madman, I entered her with a rush and fucked her with hard, driving strokes that released energy

and emotions I didn't know I had.

"That's it, baby. Fuck me hard."

I was fucking her, but I was fucking Elaine, too.

"You're so good. Fucking me so good. God, I love it. I'm going to cum. I'm going to. Ahhhh."

I was dissipating the pent up emotion I'd buried this week.

"Keep fucking me, please. Don't stop. Oh, baby, please don't stop."

She squirmed and sweated with orgasm after orgasm.

"I want to feel your cum in me. Let me have it, baby. Fill me up. Please. Please, baby. Give me your

cum."

"Oh, shit!" I screamed as I came with gut wrenching intensity, and my cum burned me as it flew through

my cock. Her pussy spasmed on my cock, milking me dry, and she giggled in my ear. I collapsed on her

and released her hands.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Wow. That's the kind of fucking a

girl dreams about. You're a real woman pleaser, Mr. King, and that's for sure."

In seconds, I was asleep with Speedy curled up against me. When I awoke about mid-morning Saturday,

Speedy was gone. When I wandered into the kitchen for coffee, I found a note.

"Hi, Dad. We're having dinner at the Roberts' house tonight at six. Their number's 555-1234. Call for

directions. Love, Jeremy."

I didn't know anyone named Roberts, but I called. Speedy answered the phone.

"Hi, Mr. King," she said happily. "How 'ya doin'?"

"Couldn't be better, thanks to you."

"When you let go, you let go," she said appreciatively in a low, sensuous voice.

"You didn't put up much of a fight."

"I fought as hard as I could," she replied. "You were a tiger."

"You were the pussy cat that made the tiger roar," I bantered.

Giggling, she said, "This pussy will roll over and spread them for you anytime, stud. That's for sure."

She gave me directions to her house, and I could hardly wait for evening to arrive. I whipped through the

day, doing the yard and garage work with a light and happy heart. And I knew why.

How long had it been since I fucked for the sheer pleasure of fucking? How long since the joy of a

woman relishing her bliss flowed over me and her musical sounds bombarded my ears? How long had it

been since the woman I fucked giggled and gasped from me, or told me she loved it? Too long. Too

goddamned long.

My cock had acted dead from the time Elaine walked out until that delicious Speedy resuscitated it. As I

worked, my mind wandered to women I'd like to fuck starting with Speedy and continuing through Carol

Preston, Barbara Turner, several other wives I knew, four women at the office, and half a dozen of

Jeremy's old girl friends. Elaine was in there, but I'll have to admit when I thought of Elaine my cock

softened a little. Funny, isn't it?

I spent part of the day naked. I stopped several times to admire my cock in the mirror. I thought about

masturbating but, instead, I made myself a promise. I'd never masturbate again. When I wanted sex, I'd

find a woman and I'd please her as much as she pleased me.

I arrived at the Roberts' house about six with flowers in hand and a hard cock in my pants. The house, a

lovely Tudor, wasn't what I expected. Neither was Becky, Speedy's mother. She wasn't Donna Reed.

More like Fran Drescher in "The Nanny" but with bigger boobs. Becky didn't cook like Donna Reed

either. Dinner was a Stauffer frozen lasagna with a tossed green salad and a bakery pie for dessert.

I was surprised when Jeremy and Speedy left after dinner to go dancing. Becky and I ignored the dishes

and adjourned to the living room with glasses of wine.

"Tell me about your marriage," Becky said.

"Why do you want to hear that?" I asked.

"I'm a divorce attorney, Jeff. I know a lot about broken marriages," she replied.

Donna Reed disappeared to be replaced by Perry Mason who inquired, gently but firmly, about Elaine

and me. A few hours and several glasses of wine later, Becky took my hand.

"Enough talk. I want to go to bed," she said.

"It's been a lovely evening. Thanks for inviting me," I replied.

She laughed. "I meant go to bed with you. I hear you're a tiger."

"You know about last night?"

"Of course, and I know her nickname's Speedy. Did you enjoy her?"

I couldn't stop the grin from growing on my face. She grinned back at me.

"I enjoyed Jeremy, too," she said.

She laughed heartily when my mouth dropped open in surprise.

Mother and daughter had striking similarities. They had the same round, dimpled, innocent face. Becky

didn't look thirteen, but she looked substantially younger than her age of thirty-eight. They had the same

quick smile and wanton twinkle in their eyes. There were two major differences, besides age, in their

bodies. Becky didn't have a tattoo although her pussy was hairless, and her breasts were significantly

larger.

"Implants. How do you like them," she'd said when I stared at them.

"Nice," I replied.

"Come play with them, tiger, then fuck me hard."

There was another similarity between Becky and Speedy. They both loved to fuck. Becky fucked me until

we both were exhausted. We fell asleep in a steamy pile of satiated flesh.

Apparently, Jeremy spent the night in Speedy's room because the four of us had breakfast the next

morning. I went home to a sterile and empty house. There was a message on the machine from Elaine

saying she'd be home about eight and that she wanted to talk tonight.

I called Becky. "I want a divorce. Will you represent me?" I asked.

"Are you sure divorce is what you want?" she said.

"Yes, I am." There was a long silence.

"I'm not so sure," she said. "But I'll represent you."

"Thanks."

"I like to play hardball, Jeff," she said.

"That's the only way to do it," I replied.

"The question is do we take the moral high ground, act pious, and sue for adultery and abandonment? Or

do we take the low road, down and dirty?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She explained it. It only took a second to decide the low road was for me.

I spent the day cleaning the house. It sparkled when I was through. Then I went to work on the master

bedroom. I removed all family pictures and anything "homey." Becky arrived to help and brought my

new wall decorations - framed posters of artist renditions of stylized, sexual women. She replaced

Elaine's magazines and Kleenex on the bedside table with three tubes of KY Jelly, a gross of Trojans in a

bright red box, and a stack of Penthouse, Playboy, and similar magazines, courtesy of Jeremy.

Becky and I made the bed with the new sheets she brought. Rather than the print ones Elaine enjoyed,

these had pictures on them. Pictures of naked women, women and men fucking, women on women, and

women in bondage. I didn't ask her where she had bought them.

I moved the big television and VCR from the family room into the bedroom. Becky stacked the porn

films she brought beside them, and slipped one in the VCR.

"Get something to eat. Speedy and her friend will be over about seven. Are you ready for this?" Becky

asked.

"You're damn right, I'm ready," I replied emphatically.

"All right," she said, with a laugh. "Here are the divorce papers. Unless I hear from you before nine

tomorrow morning, I'll file them with the court."

"Good. That'll get the ball rolling," I replied.

She laughed, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left me there. I went out for fast food so I wouldn't mess

up my spotless house. I tried to relax, but I was on pins and needles when the door bell rang a few

minutes after seven.

"Hi, Mr. King. Oops, I guess I better call you Jeff. Jeff, this is Heather Ann," Speedy said, motioning to

the girl with her.

"Hi, Heather Ann," I said as I drank her in.

Heather Ann looked twenty or so. She was a stacked blonde right out of one of Jeremy's magazines and

she had wild, twinkling eyes like she'd fuck anything that had a cock.

"Hi, Jeff. Speedy told me you're dynamite in bed. I can't wait to find out for myself," Heather Ann said

as she pressed herself against me and kissed me hotly.

"All right, you two. Mom told me tonight is for Elaine's benefit, so we need to control our urges. She told

me exactly what she wanted done," Speedy said with a grin. She headed for the bedroom. I set the burglar

alarm, joined them in the bedroom, and locked the door behind me. Speedy stood in the middle of the

floor surveying the scene like a general studying a battlefield.

"First of all, that's the wrong video," she said. "That's two guys and a girl." She rummaged through the

stack. "You want this one. It's a guy and multiple girls. They do him and each other." She stuck it in the

VCR, turned it on, and some guy had a girl on his face, another on his crotch, and a third sucking his toes.

"And this place looks like a stage set," Speedy continued. "We want it to look like a whole lot of

fucking's going on. Let's start this way."

She yanked the bed covers back, dumped them on the floor, and walked all over them, twisting to muss

them. She stripped off her clothes and threw them randomly, like she'd undressed in haste. Heather Ann

did the same. Damn, she was stacked, with breasts like cantaloupes.

"Jeff, quit staring at Heather Ann's tits and get undressed," Speedy said.

"I'll help you," Heather Ann said in a throaty, needy tone. She placed my hands on her breasts and started

undressing me. I didn't move and she wasn't in a hurry. I was in a zone. A zone of Heather Ann's

sexuality. When she finished undressing me, my cock was at attention and throbbing like a boil.

"Oh. Nice cock, Jeff," Heather Ann said as she stroked it lovingly. "I'll bet this big purple head will feel

wonderful when it swabs out my pussy."

"That's for sure," Speedy said. Her ear-to-ear grin sparkled.

Suddenly, I was acutely aware I was naked in my bedroom, the bedroom I shared with my wife, but,

instead of Elaine, I was there with two naked young women. A wave of embarrassment smashed into me.

I slumped on the bed and surveyed the room. It looked like a wildest orgy had occurred. My cock wilted.

Speedy sat by me and patted me on the shoulder.

"That all right, Jeff. A lot of guys get embarrassed and that happens. Your cock will be fine in no time,"

she said.

"I can fix it," Heather Ann said. She pushed my legs apart, knelt between them, and reached for my cock.

"Don't, Heather Ann," Speedy ordered. Heather Ann sat back and gave her friend a dirty look. Speedy's

tiny hand on my chin turned my head toward her. "You're a stud, Jeff. That's for sure. But you don't

know it. You need to know it. You need to realize it." She kissed me lightly. "But you're more than that.

You're a good man and they're a lot harder to find than studs."

"Thanks. I needed that," I said.

She wrinkled her nose in that delightful, face-altering grin. "Enough mushy stuff. Do you eat pussy?"

 

"No."

"Why not?" she asked as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"Elaine doesn't like it."

"Either Elaine lied or you don't know how to do it. Do you want to practice on Heather Ann or me?"

I only thought for a second or so before Speedy gave me her marvelous, lewd grin. She turned to Heather

Ann and said, "On your back, bitch."

Heather Ann took a running step, jumped, and landed on her back in the middle of the bed. She grinned

as she kicked her legs up and out.

"Go ahead, Jeff. I'll coach," Speedy said.

I crawled between Heather Ann's legs and buried my face in her wet and bloated pussy. Speedy was half

on my back with her hot little nipples burning holes into me and her hand playing with my cock as she

whispered in my ear.

I got the hang of it quickly judging from Heather Ann's babbling as she humped my face. There was no

doubt when she orgasmed. She screamed and almost yanked my hair out holding my face to her pussy.

"She enjoyed it, that's for sure," Speedy said. "My turn." She flopped on her back beside her friend.

As I crawled between Speedy's legs, Heather Ann lowered her pussy to Speedy's mouth. Speedy had at

least one orgasm and Heather Ann had several when the burglar alarm sounded.

Speedy pushed Heather Ann off her face and said, "Elaine's here. Positions."

"It's about time I get fucked," Heather Ann said as she lay down.

I crawled between her legs and stuck my cock in her. No wilting this time. My cock was a bar of steel.

Elaine was going to see me fucking someone else in our marital bed. She'd see me with two someones, if

she waited around long enough.

Elaine rapped on the bedroom door. The handle jiggled. "Jeff?" she called. "Are you in there?" We didn't

respond. "Jeff, did I hear someone groan?" The groan came from Heather Ann. The VCR sound was

muted.

Speedy, naked and with her face and belly shiny with love juice, hopped up and went to the door.

"Oh, God, Jeff. You're fucking me so good," Heather Ann screamed.

"Open the goddamned door, Jeff," Elaine screamed.

"Oh, God! I'm cumming!" As Heather Ann screamed her orgasm, Speedy opened the door.

I'd positioned Heather Ann so I was facing the door. I wanted to see Elaine's face when she first saw the

scene. I wouldn't have missed her face for anything.

What Elaine saw was Heather Ann twisting and turning as she orgasmed with gusto. Her feet were firmly

planted on the mattress. Her pubis was in the air with me on top and my cock in her. Her arms were

pinned over her head. Her face was contorted and in ecstasy. Elaine saw me looking up at her. I wore a

shit-eating grin and was covered with pussy juice. She saw Speedy, naked and grinning. She saw the mess

and the new pictures. She saw it all. As a bonus, she got a strong whiff of the great smell of sex.

What I saw was Elaine dressed in a killer suit I'd never seen before. She looked good. Damn good. As

least that part did. Her mouth opened and closed like a dying fish and she was as white as a ghost. She

gurgled something, held her hands to her throat, and sagged against the wall. Like I said, I wouldn't have

missed it for anything.

"Hi, Elaine. Gosh, I must've lost track of time."

"No, Jeff, no. Don't pull out of me. Please, baby," Heather Ann whimpered as she wrapped her arms and

legs around me.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back," I said.

When I got off the bed, Heather Ann joined me, holding on to my arm. The expression on Heather Ann's

face and the way she moved was that of a wild and wanton sexual animal. Speedy grabbed my other arm.

When I stood facing Elaine, there was a young, naked, sexy woman on each side of me.

"What's happening?" Elaine gasped.

"You said you we leaving me for Art and moving to Denver. There wasn't any reason for me to be

celibate. Hand me that package, Speedy." She gave me the envelope. "These are the divorce papers. My

attorney will file them in the morning. I'll keep the house and Jeremy will live with me until he finishes

college. I've moved your things to the guest bedroom. Unless you cause problems, you can stay there

until you find other accommodations. Good night, Elaine."

I closed the door in her face and locked it.

My heart pounded and my head throbbed as I listened at the door. I heard Elaine sob and walk away. I

sighed and turned to face my two lovely accomplices.

"Well, we did it," I said.

"You did it, stud," Speedy replied. "Oh, oh. What's wrong?"

"Hell, I felt sorry for her. The way she looked, I mean. Sagging against the wall."

"Did she feel sorry for you when she walked out? Did she feel sorry when she cuckolded you with dear

old Art? Well? Did she?" Speedy asked.

"No, she didn't."

"So, what do 'ya want to do?"

"You and Heather Ann at once."

With Heather Ann sitting on my face and dangling her massive breasts for me to play with, I couldn't see

what Speedy was doing, but I could feel it, and, as she would say, that's for sure. I had another mind-

blowing orgasm.

Heather Ann and Speedy dressed, if what they were wearing could be called dressing. I didn't even know

that little was legal. I was in a pullover shirt, slacks, and loafers without socks. They were going dancing.

I didn't have anywhere to go, but I wanted out of the house for awhile.

I locked the bedroom door behind us, put the key in my pocket, and followed them toward the kitchen.

"Hi," Elaine said softly. She was standing in the den wearing the same clothes she had on when she came

back. I smiled at her and got a shy, sad smile in return.

"What time do you want us to come back tomorrow, Jeff?" Speedy asked.

"I get home at four," I replied.

"I've got an organic chemistry lab tomorrow afternoon," Heather Ann said. "I can't be here until about

seven."

"I've got a paper due, so I need to hit the library. Let's make it seven," Speedy said.

"Seven it is. I'll cook steaks on the grill."

"No way, Jeff," Speedy countered. Her face was squinched into that adorable wrinkled nose smile.

"You'll be too full to fuck and I'm always horny after studying. Make it shrimp and vegetables. Nothing

more."

"All right, Speedy."

They each kissed me full on the lips and said good-bye. Speedy stopped at the door and turned to Elaine,

who had followed us out.

"You're Elaine, aren't you?" Speedy asked.

"Yes," Elaine replied.

"Thanks," Speedy said.

"For what?" Elaine asked.

"For fucking around so Jeff is available again. I like older guys, I love nice guys, and I love guys who can

fuck like he can. When your divorce is final, I'm going after him for good." Speedy's eyes narrowed to a

hard squint as she pointed her finger at Elaine. "And that's for sure," she said emphatically. She kissed

me again, gave my cock a squeeze, and followed Heather Ann out the door.

Elaine was waiting for me to say something, but I ignored her. I picked up the kitchen phone and dialed.

"Mrs. Walton? Mrs. Arlene Walton, wife of Art Walton? My name's Jeff King. My soon-to-be ex-wife is

Elaine King. She works for your husband. Mrs. Walton, your husband and my wife are having an affair.

She told me she's leaving me for him. Oh? Oh, you don't say. That's interesting. He did? What did he

say? Thank you, Mrs. Walton. No, I'll probably divorce her. Well, thanks. Good luck to you, too."

Elaine had collapsed in the chair with her mouth open when I started talking. Now she sat with her head

down. She was softly crying. When I disconnected, she said, "You shouldn't have done that. She'll leave

Art and take him for every cent."

"That's all right. You two can live on love."

"You don't understand, Jeff. Her uncle owns the company. Art will get fired and so will I."

"Oh, stop. You're breaking my heart."

"Where are you going?" she asked when I opened the back door.

"Out to dinner."

"Can I come?" she asked contritely.

"Get your men straight, Elaine. You come with Art, not with me."

I slammed the door behind me.

I ate at a burger joint and took in a movie. I don't remember which one because my mind was full of

pictures of my disintegrating marriage. It was late when I got home. Elaine was on the couch in her

nightgown and robe. Our wedding pictures and other photo albums were spread around her.

"Hi. Where have you been?" she asked.

"Out."

"Where's Jeremy?"

"He moved out. He said he'd call if he wanted to talk to you."

"Do you know where he is?"

"No, I don't," I lied. Jeremy moved in with Tiffany and Veronica, who were Speedy's friends. He

promised to move back in when the fireworks were over.

"I'd like to see him," she said."

"I'm sure he'll call. Well, it's late and I'm going to bed."

"Do you want to talk?" she asked.

"If you'll be honest."

"I will if you will," she said trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"I'm not the one sneaking around, Elaine. I'm not the one who committed adultery and lied."

She blushed crimson and snapped, "Those two women weren't adultery?"

"Yes, technically they were, but I never cheated before you announced you were leaving me."

"Why go into things like that?"

"Because I want to, Elaine."

"All right. I'll be honest with you."

I plopped down in my easy chair and put my feet on the coffee table. She gritted her teeth because she

hates it when I do that.

"How long have you and Art been fucking?" I asked.

"Since the spring conference."

"Six months? Umm. How many times did you do it?"

"Who knows?"

"Did you suck his cock?"

"Please, Jeff."

"Answer the goddamned question!"

"Of course."

"Have there been any others?"

One instant of honest eye contact before she lied, "No."

I stood and she shivered as if I was going to hit her. She didn't need to worry. "Good night, Elaine," I said

coldly.

"Wait, Jeff. Please."

"Before I waste any more time talking to you, you need to convince me you won't lie." I turned and left

the room.

I didn't see her the next morning, but she called me at the office before noon.

"I'd like to see you. We need to talk," she said. There was a strong undercurrent of need in her voice.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Not over the phone. Face to face. Please."

"All right. I'll be home at four as usual," I said.

"Thanks," she said. This time she was being honest. "Would you like me to cook dinner?"

"You know Speedy and Heather Ann will be there at seven for shrimp."

"Oh, yes. I forgot. Can we talk before then?"

"Are you going to lie to me like you did last night?"

"No, Jeff. I won't lie."

"Then we can talk, but the first time I think you're lying, I'm walking out."

"I understand. Did your attorney file the papers this morning?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Well, okay."

"Is there anything else?"

"No," she replied.

"I'll see you tonight," I said. I hung up without saying goodbye.

I hoped Elaine would be honest with me. I hoped it with all my heart. Ah, shit! There are worse things

than adultery. There are even worse things than lying to your spouse and leaving him for your lover,

although at the minute I couldn't think of any that didn't involve great bodily harm.

Elaine didn't know what Arlene Walton told me last night. She didn't know what Arlene told me this

morning when we talked again. She didn't know lover boy's wife had him by the balls so he spilled his

guts and begged to stay with her.

Elaine didn't know I knew the one key fact. The one fact that made all the difference. The only fact of

any importance some people might say. I knew she told Art their affair was through and she was staying

with me.

But one damn thing was driving me crazy. What do I do next?

She was in the living room when I got home, standing in front of the couch with her feet demurely

together. She looked like she was waiting for her first date. The dress she wore was one of my favorites

and she knew that. Its color, style, and fit were perfect for her. Make that "had been" perfect for her.

She had changed, or maybe I should say my perspective of her had changed. That's it. The way I saw her

had changed. More importantly, I'd changed. Changed for good.

That wasn't the first change. She used to wear her brown hair long, often wrapping it in a bun when she

went to work. About six months ago, she had it cut, in a sassy, layered look and dyed it a medium blonde.

That was the time she started fucking Art. Coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences. The perfume she

wore was one I'd selected for her years ago. It was the first time she'd worn it in a long time.

"You look good," I said.

"Thanks." She wore a sad, half-smile.

"But you can look better. Go put on the sexiest thing you have. I want you to dress for me like you dress

for Art."

"Please, Jeff," she pleaded.

"Hurry. I'm anxious to see you the way he did."

She was back in fifteen minutes and one look at her made my cock hard.

"Wow. Now that's a hot woman," I said. She wore a short, tight black cocktail dress with a square cut

bodice, and open toed pumps with five inch heels. It made her breasts look bigger and her waist look

smaller. She blushed and covered her mouth with her hands, but her eyes were frightened.

"Turn around. I want to see you. Very nice, Elaine. What's underneath?"

"A corset and thigh high stockings."

"That's it?"

"Yes. Jeff, can we please talk?"

"Is your pussy shaved?" I asked.

"Jeff, please," she begged. I gave her a dirty look. "Yes. It's shaved."

"How long ago did that happen?"

"About two weeks ago."

"Oh? That's before you went to Denver this last time. That's the reason you cut me off. Saving the

shaving for lover boy."

She started to lie. I could see it in her eyes, in her body language. But she didn't. Thank God, she didn't.

"I cut you off because Art told me I couldn't have sex with you again," she said.

That's when she lost control and the waterworks started. Her body shook. Her face crumbled. She

collapsed on the couch in tears.

I wanted to go to her. To take her in my arms and hold her. To comfort her. I wanted to wipe away her

tears as I always had. Memories are funny, aren't they? A recollection from the sixth grade popped to

mind. Johnny Johnson had hit her and knocked her down. She'd cut her knee and it was bleeding. I held

her then. I held her and used the handkerchief my mother made me carry to wipe away her blood. Then I

beat the snot out of Johnny.

But I couldn't comfort her now. I couldn't. Could I? I did. Damn, I couldn't restrain myself.

"Shhh. It's all right, El."

I gave her my handkerchief and held her in my arms. She put her head on my shoulder and sobbed. She

raised her head to be kissed and I did that, too. Her lips were soft and sweet. I loved the feel and taste of

her.

"Take me to bed, Jeff. Please. I need to feel your naked body against mine. I need you to hold me."

"I am holding you."

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"Jeff, you know what I want."

"Tell me."

She started to sit up, but I had a handful of her hair. I pulled her down until she was on her back on the

couch. I slapped her hand away when she tried to straighten her skirt.

"What's gotten into you?"

"I'm different now. You may not want to stay with me."

"It's those sluts, isn't it? They changed you."

"No, Elaine. The slut on the couch with me now is the slut that changed me."

"Don't talk to me like that! I'm not a slut!"

"Yes, you are. You're an adulterous slut."

Her eyes told me I was right. I kissed her hard, a demanding, taking kiss. I remembered kissing her that

way long ago. She resisted at first. I broke the kiss to push her arm back over her head and trap it with my

hand. I felt her sag when her desires overtook her. I felt her eagerness for sex and the hotness. I felt her

squirm to get her legs open. I slipped my hand up her skirt to feel the smooth, softness of her naked pubis.

I slipped a finger up her pussy and thumbed her button.

"Jeff, don't," she murmured against my mouth.

"Dance on my fingers, El. You used to love doing that."

"Yes," she whispered. "I did love it."

"Do it."

I loved everything about her. Her face when her needs are rising, cresting, and ebbing. Her smell when

she comes. The taste of her juices. The way she feels under me. I loved the way she danced on my hand

until she made one final thrust. I heard that tiny, throaty laugh I thought I'd never hear again.

"Take me, Jeff."

"Don't you mean 'fuck me'?"

"Yes. Fuck me."

When was the last time I heard her use that word. Ten years ago? Fifteen? More?

"I can't. My attorney told me if we had sex, I was forgiving your adultery. I'm not ready to do that."

Tears welled in her eyes. "Forgive me, Jeff! Please! Oh, please, forgive me. I know I cheated. I know I

told you I was going to leave you, but I didn't. I won't. Please, Jeff. I love you!"

"I love you, too, Elaine, but my head and my heart have some things to work through. I don't know how

long it will take or what the outcome will be. You're welcome to stick around to see what I decide, if you

want to."

"I want to. I'll stay as long as you let me. What I want is to stay forever."

I rolled off her and walked away without looking back. I needed to get away from her for a minute. From

the kitchen, I called out, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Anything soft," she replied.

That was a good idea. I put away the whiskey and got us both soft drinks. She was sitting primly when I

returned. She whispered a thank you when I handed it to her. I sat on the chair opposite her.

"What do you want to talk about?" I said.

"Us, Jeff. I want to talk about us. About that happily married couple we used to be."

"We're talking about us."

"Yes, we are," she said with a warm smile.

"Last night I asked you a question and you lied," I said firmly, but not harshly. I was glad the harshness

inside me didn't creep into my voice.

"Please don't ask. It's not important," she pleaded.

"It's important to me and that's all that counts right now. I don't want you to tell me about them. I want

you to write them out. I bought a three-ring binder, paper, and pens. Write each one out and then give

them to me."

"I won't do it, Jeff."

"Why not?" I asked.

"You'll just use it against me in court."

"You know better than that. That divorce filing said nothing about adultery. This is between us."

"Why do you want it?"

"Because if I don't know everything, I'll always wonder what you didn't tell me. I always think you're

lying again and having another affair. And from your perspective, if you lie now, you'll either always feel

guilty about it or you'll feel you can lie again because your conscience isn't clean."

"I understand, but I won't do it," she said and she set her jaw.

"There's only one reason you won't," I said.

"What's that?"

"You've had so many affairs you're afraid I can't forgive them."

She turned crimson. "Don't be silly. That's not true," she snapped. I knew she was lying again.

"This point is what we call a deal breaker. Do it or we're through."

"I guess we're through," she said with her head held high.

"It sounds like it. Do you still have a job?"

"Yes," she replied. "I was demoted and given an office job without travel, but it's a good job and I'll have

more time in town."

"If we were together, I'd like you in town more." I shrugged. "But now it doesn't matter. How are you

fixed for cash?"

She turned crimson again. "Busted," she said.

"Where did it go?"

"Clothes and things."

"I haven't seen them. Where are they?"

She sighed. "Some are in the trunk of my car. Some are at Mandy's house."

"Oh? Does Mandy provide the cover for your life as an adulteress?" I asked.

"I wish you wouldn't use that word."

"What word would you prefer, Elaine?"

"I don't know. Dammit, Jeff, why are you being so hard-nosed? What happened to the sweet, loving man

I married?"

"He got kicked in the balls. That hurts, and that's for sure."

"Good Lord, Jeff. A lot of people cheat and the other spouse lives through it."

"It wasn't the cheating, Elaine. It was the lying. I've got to get ready. Speedy and Heather Ann will be

here soon."

"Can we talk again?"

"Not without that binder. I said it was a deal breaker."

As I stood, she called my name. I stopped and looked at her. "What are the house rules?" she asked.

"You're welcome to stay, but no men. We'll each do our own housework. I'll be having women in and

you need to disappear when they're here."

"Like tonight?"

"Like tonight."

"All right. I can do that," she said.

"I'll put a thousand in your account in the morning. That should carry you to payday."

"Thanks, Jeff."

"You're welcome, Elaine."

I was at my bedroom door when she stopped me again.

"Jeff, do you love me?"

"That's the stupidest question you've ever asked," I said. I shut the door behind me.

I told Speedy and Heather Ann that we'd kick back, have a few shrimp, and some wine. There is a hot tub

in the back yard that doesn't get enough use. I turned on the heater and pump, fired up the barbeque, and

made a fast run to the store for shrimp. I'd been back about ten minutes when Speedy's cherry red

Mustang convertible pulled up in the driveway. She bounded through the door with a short Hispanic girl

right behind her.

"Hi, stud," she said. Her face was contorted in her delightful, ear-to-ear grin. "Miss me?"

"You bet your sweet ass I did," I replied.

"This is Belinda. Heather Ann got tied up with her chemistry professor, so Belinda's going to join us

tonight."

"Hi, Jeff," Belinda said. She had a low, sultry voice that could make millions in telephone sales. She

kissed me softly on the lips. "Heather Ann said to give you that." Her big, black eyes smoldered up at me.

"And she said to give you something else, but you'll have to take off your pants first."

"That's a good idea. Let's all take 'em off," Speedy said.

In seconds, the floor was littered with clothes and the three of us were naked. We talked and laughed and

ate - both food and each other. We fucked until I couldn't get it up before the two girls let me watch them

as they pleasured each other.

As we were dressing, Speedy said, "We've got dates tomorrow night, Jeff, so we can't come over."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. The disappointment was evident in my voice.

"You'll be all right. Call Carol Preston. Mr. Preston is out of town and she'll be horny as a nanny goat in

heat by tomorrow."

"Speedy, how do you know about her?"

She wrinkled up her nose again. "I told you she was Mom's friend." She stood right against me, stared up

into my face, and said, "I'll tell you something else. You weren't as good in bed tonight because you were

thinking of Elaine, not of us. That's not a bad thing because sometimes people have other things on their

minds, but it was there."

"You're a very astute young lady," I said. "I won't make that mistake again."

"Thanks, Jeff. Call Mrs. Preston. Mom told her you would."

I locked up after they left and set the alarm. I tiptoed upstairs. Light was coming from under the guest

room door, but I couldn't hear anything. I went back to the master bedroom and tried to sleep. I felt stupid

being alone when she was upstairs, but I was trying to. . . on, hell, I was trying to do something I couldn't

keep straight in my mind.

I didn't hear a peep out of Elaine the next morning. I called Carol Preston from work and made

arrangements for that night. When I got home from work, I saw signs Elaine had stirred around, but I

didn't see her. Again I tiptoed upstairs. Light was streaming under the door.

"Is someone there?" she called.

"It's just me. I wondered if you were home."

"Wait a second, Jeff."

In a moment, the door opened. She looked tired, but, oh, so good. She wasn't wearing makeup. All she

was wearing was the white, long sleeved shirt I'd thrown in the laundry. She pulled it around her and her

nipples nearly burst through the thin cloth.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"Fine. How about you?"

"Good. Well, I was just seeing if you were here."

"I am, as you can see," she said. There was a twinkle in her eyes.

"Um, I'm going to have a guest over tonight. She'll be here about eight."

"I'll run down to the kitchen now and get something to eat," she said.

We stood in the kitchen and talked. We talked about things in our lives, but not about us.

When I called Carol Preston and invited her over, she'd said, "What are we going to do?"

I replied, "I'm going to push you face down over the kitchen table, pull down your panties, and fuck

you." She'd whimpered, but, when she arrived, I couldn't. She wasn't wearing panties. She did wear a

full loose skirt that was easy to raise.

We adjourned to the bedroom where she demonstrated her willingness to suck me until I was hard. I

fucked her doggy style again. She liked it that way. She went home by ten and I retired to the bedroom

again. I was watching the news when I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

Elaine smiled at me when I opened the door.

"Can we talk?" she said.

"Sure, in the kitchen. Let me put on my pajamas."

"Sleeping nude these days?" Her lip curled in a smile.

"Sure."

"I've seen you without your clothes, Jeff," she said.

"I'll be right there," I said. I put on my pajamas, tops and bottoms, and joined her in the kitchen.

"Coffee?" she asked.

"No thanks."

"How was Carol?"

"You knew?"

"I saw her car from the bedroom window. I'm glad you fucked her. She's had the hots for you a long

time."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You would've been appalled, Jeff, and you might've started asking questions I didn't want to answer."

"Who else has the hots for me?" I asked.

"Cheryl Tyson. Barbara Turner. Emily Poe. Ginger Svitowitz. Most of my friends in fact. You've never

realized what a handsome and masculine man you are."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"And share a good thing? No. I was too selfish for that." She shrugged and looked guilty. "I won't be

selfish again, Jeff. I'll tell you how my friends feel about you." She looked away and the muscle in her

jaw twitched. "Jeff, have you decided to leave me?"

"I don't have any choice. I told you to give me the story of your sex life and you said you weren't going

to do it."

"I changed my mind," she replied. "Here." She pushed the loose leaf binder I'd given her across the table.

I wasn't surprised by its thickness. "It's all there. I've put them in chronological order. I've given my

partner's name, age, and a brief description of them. I wrote what, where, and how we did it. I put down

the reason I had sex with them. And I've said what I liked and didn't like about it. All of them, Jeff.

Every man and woman I've had sex with."

"Women too?"

"Yes. Not that many, but some. You were right. I considered leaving some out, but once I got started I

couldn't stop. I had a compulsion to tell about all of them. Confession is good for the soul, I guess."

"Why did you do it?"

"Have the affairs? I wrote that down."

"Why did you change your mind about telling me?"

"Because you said to do it or we were through. I don't want us to be through. I want us to be together and

happy again. I want something else, too."

"What?" I asked.

"I want you to give me a lie detector test. I called a company in the city that administers them. I want to

make an appointment and have you there to watch. I want you to know I've come clean on this."

"I don't need to do that. I can see it in your face."

"I insist, Jeff. I want you to be one hundred per cent sure, not ninety-nine and a half per cent."

"All right. You set it up."

"That's it, Jeff. I've done what you asked. What are you going to do?" she said. She fought to still her

trembling hands. "What?" she sobbed.

When I hesitated, she fell to her knees before me with her hands clasped as if in prayer.

"I'll do whatever you want. I'll be whatever you want. Just tell me. Oh, God, I couldn't stand losing you.

I promise I'll never cheat again."

"Never cheat again? Are you sure?"

Elaine was in turmoil. Becky told me there are women who simply can't be faithful. Maybe Elaine was

one of those. Would I live with a cheating wife or leave her? I'd made my decision and I knew it was the

right one for me.

"Oh, God, Jeff. I'll try. No, I mean I'll do it. I can. I hope I can. But, please, you've got to love me even if

I can't." She took a deep breath, held it, and closed her eyes. "I will not cheat," she said clearly.

"That's too bad. Every man should have his very own slut." Her mouth dropped open. "I was hoping

you'd be mine."

"Say that again," she said.

"I said I love you. I love you and want you to be my wife and my slut."

She sat like the Sphinx studying me. Her face was frozen in disbelief, but it slowly changed to a wanton

and, yes, slutty, grin.

"Sluts require special handling. Do you think you can do it?"

"I can learn. You can teach me."

"I won't promise to be faithful."

"I didn't ask you to, but there will be rules."

"I'll follow any rule you make. My answer's yes. I'll be your slut and your wife and your lover. I'll be

whatever you want, Jeffery King."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Oh, God, Jeff. Yes."

I dried my wife's tears, took her to bed, and made sweet, slow love to her.

I arrived home about four the next afternoon as I always did. Speedy's cherry-red Mustang convertible

was sitting in the driveway. When I walked in the back door, the smell of cooking pot roast titillated my

senses.

Elaine and Speedy were on the couch in animated conversation, and so engrossed they didn't hear me

come in. Speedy was in her school clothes. Elaine wore a halter and short skirt.

"Hello, ladies. Having a little girl talk?"

"Jeff!" they said simultaneously. I was buried in kisses and caresses, guided to the couch, and provided a

drink before they sat on each side of me.

"What were you discussing?" I asked.

"You and what a good man you are," Elaine replied.

"She told me you were staying together," Speedy said.

"Speedy's going to spend the night with us, if you don't mind," Elaine continued. She kissed me and put

my hand on her bare leg under her skirt. "She told me what a good pussy eater you've become. Want to

show me your technique?" she asked.

"I'd love to," I replied.

Speedy sighed sadly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"When I see the way you two look at each other, it makes me happy for the two of you, but sad for me. I

want that with a man."

"How about Jeremy?" I asked.

"I'd marry Jeremy in a minute, but, well, he won't ask me. Jeremy's not sure he wants a slut for a wife."

"We can change his mind. You and Elaine changed mine."

"We sure did," Elaine said with a laugh.

"I'll bet we can do it," Speedy said energetically. "He's like his dad, you know. He makes a slut's pussy

quiver, and that's for sure."

The End
E. Z. Riter