Sisters of Fate

by StangStar06

Copyright© 2012 by StangStar06

Sex Story: A simple story...Boy meets girl. Boy marries girl. Girl cheats on boy with creature of the night.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Horror   Paranormal   Vampires   Cheating   Violent   .

Hi Folks, I'm glad you liked last week's Halloween story. That one was meant to be scary but funny. This time alround it's more myeterious and actiony (is that a word?) Anyway as usual it's only meant in fun so don't take it too seriously. Thanks as usual to the incredible mikothebaby for her great skill in editing, Happy Halloween! SS06.

I sat down at the kitchen table, barely awake as she set the plate down in front of me. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth energetically. "Ugh, Honey, you really need to brush your teeth before you eat ... morning breath," she said. Her smile still lit up the room.

"Someone drained all of my bodily fluids AND all of my energy last night," I said.

She stood back and put one long fingered hand on one of her hips. She tilted her head to the side and set off a waterfall of tawny colored curls tumbling over one shoulder and down her back. Her succulent lips stuck out another millimeter and her expression changed.

"You really should have become accustomed to it by now," she said. "But we could stop doing that and watch television or something. After all, we have been doing it for a year now."

Her entire expression told me that was the thing she wanted least. I quickly stood up and took her in my arms. The pout receded and became a smile. I dipped her backwards as if we were dancing the way they did in all of those musicals from the forties. I lowered my face to hers and she automatically closed her eyes and puckered those cherry red lips my way. I lowered my face and then stopped.

When the kiss she'd been expecting never happened, she popped one eye open with her lips still puckered and looked at me smiling at her, while I had her bent backwards and dangling in mid-air.

"I shouldn't kiss you," I said.

"Why not?" she whined.

"Morning breath, remember?" I smirked.

"Shut up and kiss me," she said. "I like your morning breath." Our lips met and it became a crescendo of emotions and sensations. My dick hardened immediately and her nipples sprang to life as if they had a mind of their own.

"Let's take the day off," she said. "You're sick."

"Wouldn't that be a lie?" I asked.

"It's really just a question of interpretation," she smirked, using one of my favorite lines against me."

"How so?" I asked, waiting to hear this one.

"Well," she said innocently. And that was one of the things I loved the most about her. She's twenty six years old. She has an incredible slim but curvy body, but she still manages to look and seem so innocent. Perhaps it has more to do with the way she was brought up and the fact that all of this is still so new to her.

"You're actually depraved," she continued. "So in a way that means you're sick," she smirked.

"How am I sick?" I asked exasperatedly.

"You know," she hinted. "All of those things you make me do in bed. Most of that stuff is NOT in the bible."

"I MAKE YOU, do those things?" I asked sarcastically. I just looked at her crazily as she nodded her head very quickly.

"So who was the one screaming, "Do it again, and this time, stick it in my..." I began before she silenced me by pinching my lips together.

"I have to experience depravity, in order to fully understand it so I can fight against it," she said quickly. "It's research."

"Well, when you were screaming that with my sperm all over your face, it really looked like you'd thrown yourself into your research," I laughed. "But I think you've forgotten that fighting against depravity and sin is no longer your job."

"What is my job now then?" she asked.

"Your job now," I smirked. " ... Is to be my woman." Her face got red and she tried to hide her smile. She liked it when I claimed her.

She wrapped her arms around me as I straightened up. That pulled us into a hug. My arms were around her thin waist and I dropped my hands onto the full globes of her ass. I couldn't resist it, I squeezed it a little and she moaned. She pressed her pelvis into mine and my dick moved from hard to near diamond level.

"We have to go to work," I said.

"We have more than enough money," she said insistently. "We both have cars, we have this nice house and we have plenty of food. Let's take the day off."

"If we take too many days off, we won't have jobs, or cars or food or the house," I said.

"Okay, Jason, but right after work, we're getting really depraved," she said.

"Honey, have you forgotten what day it is?" I asked. "We have to go to church after work."

Her eyes opened wider and she looked at the calendar. "I'd almost forgotten," she said. "You're making me as sick as you are. We're going to need to go out and check after church you know."

She never unwrapped her arms from me but she looked away. "I know it's not my job anymore, but I need to check," she said. "Just in case." I smiled at her and nodded.

I kissed her one more time and our tongues circle and fought. "We're going to have to check really quickly, though so we can come home and..." she began. I shook my head and laughed.

"Well, you know we won't be able to do anything tomorrow. It's a holy day," she said.

"Doesn't the bible say that the Lord said something about being fruitful and multiplying?" I asked.

"But we're not being fruitful or multiplying," she said. "We're just fucking."

I was so shocked at hearing her use the word that I didn't say anything. I just got the most shocked look on my face. It was like hearing a four year old girl say it. She never used profanity so it had so much more impact.

"Honey, you got that totally wrong," I said. "Maybe we're not trying to get you pregnant yet, but we're doing a lot more than just fucking. We're making love. We are physically expressing our deep emotional and spiritual commitment to each other. When people love each other, it makes a lot of difference."

She smiled as she thought about my words. "You love me that much?" she asked. Her smile got wider and more intense as she thought about what I'd said. I nodded.

"I liked it when you expressed your deep emotional and spiritual commitment to me last night," she smirked. "I especially liked it when your emotional and spiritual commitment was so deep in mine that I could feel you all the way into my stomach. I came so hard that I almost blacked out."

I swatted her on her ass and told her to go to work. She kissed me again and then headed for the door. On her way, she ran her fingers lovingly over one of the swords mounted on the wall. As she grabbed the keys to her 2012 Mustang convertible off of the counter, she smiled at me again. Then she daintily donned her Dunkin Donuts cap and opened the door.

"And don't spend the day bending over in front of guys," I ordered. "Just give them their fucking donuts and coffee. I don't want anyone except me looking at my ass." She smiled again and then wiggled her ass at me.

"Maybe you should come over here and kiss YOUR ass to remind me," she said. I walked over to her and buried my face in her pants covered rear end. "Ohh," she moaned. "Never stop doing that."

I slapped her sharply on her upturned rump and she jumped and screamed. She rubbed her ass and looked at me seriously. "You know I'd never do that, right?" she asked. "You know I'd never do anything with anyone else, don't you?" I nodded and she smiled and headed out the door. The next thing I heard was the sound of her rear tires screaming in protest as she backed out of the driveway. That woman went through more tires in a year...

I headed up the stairs and into the bathroom. I needed a shower before I went to work. I still smelled like sex and bacon. But I had to admit that I loved her. I loved her far more than any person I'd ever known. I sensed on some level that we would always be together. I'd never felt that way about any person before.

An hour later, I was sitting at my desk waiting for the latest of my designs to render. My company insisted on using an older version of NX. And to top it off, our computers were so slow that even for tasks as mundane as getting email; they lagged far behind both my iPhone 5 and my original iPad. It was really silly. At any given point in time, I might hear a chirp that announced that I'd received an email on my iPhone. Two to three seconds later, I'd get an answering chirp on my iPad. The iPhone got the mail quicker because it was on a 4G LTE network. My iPad was only 3G. The scary thing was that my office PC, which should have been far faster than any of the mobile networks was far slower than either. It sometimes took more than two minutes for the same email to show up on the PC.

At lunchtime she called me. "Can you get out for a quickie?" she asked.

"I love you, but you're going to have to call one of your other men," I said. "I'm kind of tied up. I want to get this part done, so I can stay home and not have sex with my woman tomorrow. There will probably be a lot of praying and no sex."

"Okay," she said. "I'll call one of the others." She hung up. And I was pissed. Less than a second later my phone rang again.

"Jason, can you get out of work long enough for us to have a quickie?" she asked laughing. "My regular man is unavailable.

"Oh so you're trying to make me jealous, huh?" I asked. Laughter was her only answer.

"I'm only working until two today," she said. "Can I come over and watch you work?"

"I don't know..." I began. "Last time I let you WATCH me work, you sat there and teased me and we ended up almost getting caught in the supply closet."

"I'll be very good this time," she promised.

"Shit, you were REALLY good last time," I said. "That's why we almost got caught."

"I'll see you in a couple of hours," she said. I could have sworn I heard the sound of someone kissing the phone as she hung up. As if I wasn't distracted enough. I'd had a rough life over the past year. It isn't easy having the most gorgeous woman you know in love with you, but I guess someone had to do it. So it might as well be me. My life wasn't always like that.

Almost on cue, the phone on my desk rang. It was the building's security desk. "Jason, I hate to be the bearer of bad news," said a voice on the other end. "But you have a visitor. It's her and she has a guy with her. He's an older guy."

"I'll meet them in the cafeteria," I said.

"Good luck," he said hanging up.

I saved my drawing just in case we got a power outage or something stupid happened while I was away from my desk. I walked down the stairs and then across the building to get to the cafeteria.

"Hey Jason, there's some lady in the cafeteria waiting for you," said George Steele. George was a QC engineer and he had a terminally cheerful disposition. He also talked to everyone he met and smiled way too fucking much.

"She's not a lady, George," I deadpanned. "She's my wife." He erupted with laughter and then looked at me strangely.

"But I thought that hot woman who you're always..." he blurted out.

"Exactly," I said, walking away with him standing there unsure of whether or not I was joking. I loved leaving people confused. When they say something nosy or just stupid, if you say "exactly," it makes them think that they were right about something and they also feel stupid if they still don't get it since you've implied that they have. Most of them, even the nosiest, will just walk away at that point.

I walked into the cafeteria and waved at a couple of my co-workers. I walked over and sat down at an occupied table in the far corner of the room.

"Hi Jason," said the woman seated there. I'd hoped that the man with her would turn out to be a lawyer, but it was her dad.

"Hi Pete," I said, extending my hand to the older man. He shook my hand warmly and the festivities began.

"Jason, I know you heard your wife speaking to you," he said. "It hurts her feelings when you ignore her."

"Pete, I heard your daughter speaking to me," I said. "I no longer acknowledge her as my wife. She refuses to acknowledge my wishes and hides behind archaic rules that have no bearing in modern times."

"That's because you and I don't have the same wishes," spat Terri. "In fact, our wishes are complete opposites. You want us to get a divorce. I want us to stay married."

"We haven't been married in almost a year," I said. "Get it through your thick head. We are over. In fact there is no WE to even end. I'm happy with my life the way it is now. I didn't ask for things to be the way they are. I don't think I could possibly have even dreamed of things being the way they are, but I'll take it."

"Jason, you know that we're Catholics," said Pete. "We don't really do divorces. We believe that when two people make a commitment to be together forever it is binding."

"It is bullshit, Pete," I snapped. "The Catholic Church has some pretty archaic rules. They won't give us a divorce, but if we get a civil divorce, they will allow an annulment. The annulment has already been pushed through. Since ours is a very special case, a Cardinal came over from Rome and rubber stamped the annulment. All we have to do is get the civil divorce. Normally, the civil divorce has to be done first, but as I said, ours is a special case."

Pete looked at me and then back at his daughter. Terri looked away from her father. "Is that true, Honey?" he asked.

"Daddy, I love him," she said, ignoring his question. "We just need to talk. We can work this out. We can still be happy."

"Terri, Honey, you haven't been telling me the truth," said Pete. "What is going on here?"

"Daddy, I just want him back," whined Terri. Her father realized for the first time that things were not the way they seemed.

"I guess I've known for a while that things were kind of weird here," said Pete. "The damned Bishop is always asking me about Jason and Jason isn't even Catholic. Neither he, nor the priest, ever ask me anything about you any more Terri. They don't even ask why you don't attend mass anymore. Just what did happen last year?"

"I'll tell you later Daddy," she said.

"I'll tell you now," I said. "She'll probably continue to lie to you."

"Jason don't," she said.

"Are you going to give me the divorce?" I asked.

"Never," she said.

"Pete, roughly a year ago, just a few weeks before Halloween, I was really happy. I was married to a woman that I loved and I really thought that she felt the same," I began.

"I did feel the same," snapped Terri. "I still do. You just won't give me a chance."

"Like a lot of young couples, we worked too hard, but I had nothing but love and trust for Terri," I said. "I just feel so stupid now, because I pretty much built my whole world around her. The sun rose and set over my wife. I had no idea. Anyway, we were living in a nice condo but saving for a house. We didn't really want to have any kids until we owned the place we lived in. We also wanted to have plenty of room for kids to grow up in."

"I guess in a way that's what started this. I mean with both of us working long hours and us both being on slightly different schedules, we were under a lot of stress. So, when Terri started going out with the girls on her job a couple of nights a week, I thought it was a great idea. After the first few times that she did it, things were really better between us. And shit, we'd only been married for three years. I never suspected anything."

"One of the benefits of her girl's nights out was that we seemed to be having a lot more sex, so it was fine with me. One Saturday, I was doing some light cleaning around the house and I accidentally knocked Terri's purse off of the table. All of her crap spilled out and as I put the stuff back into the purse, I found a half empty pack of condoms."

"Terri being a good Catholic girl wasn't supposed to be on the pill, and we really didn't use condoms, so I got really pissed. I started to watch her more. I didn't say anything because ... well, like I said, I loved her so much I thought I would die without her. I really didn't want to start anything or accuse her of anything without proof."

"Remember back when I took that bag of marijuana from my younger brother, and Terri found it in my jacket? She thought I was some kind of drug addict and wouldn't believe me when I told her I was only trying to prevent my brother from becoming one."

"I hoped that the condoms in Terri's purse were something like that. So for my own piece of mind, I followed her on her girl's night out. The first time I followed her was pretty uneventful. She and a few of her friends from work went to a bar and spent a lot of time drinking and acting silly."

"I did notice that she looked at her watch a lot, as if there was somewhere else she wanted to be. After a couple of hours, she got up and hugged all of her friends and left the bar. I quickly ran through the alleys to get to my car so I could beat her home. Luckily, she walked pretty slowly. She'd parked right across the street from the bar and I'd parked a block away."

"But there was really no contest, I took the back streets and got to the freeway before she did. Her Impala is a nice car, but it was no match for my Boss 302. Despite the fact that it costs less than a Shelby GT 500, I truly believe that the race inspired Boss is the best Mustang made."

"As soon as I hit the freeway, I was doing over a hundred in a heartbeat and pulling far away from Terri with every passing second. There was an overpass about two miles from our house, where the local PD loved to post a traffic control car. I slowed down to 65 mph there until I saw that no one was there. I did 140 for the last mile and a half. I could have cooked a hotdog in the heat coming off of my ceramic brake pads when I pulled into my driveway."

"I quickly ran into the house, took off my shirt and pants and changed into a pair of sweats. I snatched a sword off the wall and went out onto my deck. Just as I started doing drills, I heard the sound of Terri's car in the driveway. A few minutes later I heard her clunking through the house looking for me."

"Finally, she came out onto the deck. My sword was a blur as I pretended to be so into what I was doing that I hadn't heard her."

"I just don't understand why you do this," she said smiling. "But I have to admit that I love the results."

"She ran her hands over my chest and though I'd only been at it for a few minutes, I'd already worked up a light sweat."

"It's too cold for you to be out here without a shirt on Honey," she said. "Come on in the house and let me show you how much I missed you."

"Ordinarily, I'd have dragged her into the house and let her show me, but that night I begged off. There were things still bothering me. While it was true, that I hadn't caught her doing anything, something told me that there was something going on. Terri had been having weird assed mood swings lately and she went from dying to fuck me to not wanting to touch me. Then of course, there were still the condoms to explain. I decided to let her go without while I figured out what was going on."

"For about a week, things seemed to be normal. Terri was every bit the woman I married. Her mood swings seemed to have gone away and she was actually bugging me about sex. She certainly wasn't acting like a woman who was getting it somewhere else. But that persistent little itch in the back of my mind was wary."

"For about a week, I watched her during her lunchtimes. Terri and a couple of her coworkers, who were both female went to a different place for lunch every day. They went to the most boring places. It was like following a group of teens. One day they went to McDonald's, the next it was Wendy's, then Burger King, followed by Taco Hell and they finished up the week with KFC. No wonder Terri's ass was starting to spread. If she kept eating like that, she'd weigh three hundred pounds by the time we were thirty."

"All I'd accomplished by following her at lunchtime was to miss my own lunches for a week. But still, I was sure that something was going on. When Terri's girl's night came around again, I found myself following her yet again. She went to the same bar and it was as busy as ever. Terri and her girlfriends were there acting just as silly. I watched Terri as the women at her table came and went. A couple of the women got up to dance and returned; Terri didn't. A couple of them got up and went somewhere else, presumably to use the ladies room."

"As I watched the bar, out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement on the rooftop behind me and to the side. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of something or someone there. Whoever or whatever it was ducked behind a projection on the roof."

"I turned back to the bar and noticed that something was different at Terri's table. I counted the women there and noticed that there was one of them missing. It wasn't Terri, so I didn't worry about it very much. It just didn't seem important."

"A few minutes later, I noticed Terri's friend Crystal coming across the street into the parking lot. I ducked behind a car and watched her. Crystal was walking with a guy and they went to her car. I'd never seen the guy before but I knew he wasn't Crystal's husband Ed. Ed is a fucking longshoreman and a fucking giant. Ed would snap this guy in two without breaking a sweat."

"Crys and the guy got into her car, but they didn't get in the front. They both got into the back seat. I crept over to the car and looked in. I pulled out my iPhone and started videotaping them. Thanks to a streetlight that illuminated the car, I got a clear video of Crystal's head bobbing up and down on the guy's dipstick. I wanted to make sure they knew the jig was up and to make sure that neither of them had any fun. I knocked on the window and snapped off a couple of still photos of their surprised faces as they looked up at me."

"The car door opened and the guy got out while Crystal started trying to put her boobs back in her bra and button her blouse."

"What the fuck are you doing, buddy?" asked the man with her.

"I know you don't I?" I said. "You work in the same office as Crystal and Terri. I don't know your name, but aren't you married? I remember you from the company picnic."

"Jason, what are you doing?" asked Crystal.

"Fuck what I'm doing Crystal," I spat. "I was just driving past the parking lot on my way home when I saw you and this asshole holding hands and walking to your car. He didn't look like Ed. So I thought that you might've been in trouble. I decided to come and speak to you just in case you needed help, but obviously Ed is the one who needs help."

"Why does Eddy need help," asked Crystal. Her voice was barely a squeak.

"Well he's going to need a good divorce lawyer," I said. Her eyes got as big as saucers. "He's going to need evidence. And he can use the video I just took and the still photos. He can also use them to identify your friend here."

"I looked at the man as I continued talking."

"You do remember her husband Ed don't you buddy?" I smirked. "He's damn near seven feet tall and close to three hundred pounds, all muscle. And he's insanely in love with this cheating whore. I don't think there will be much left of you when he gets his hands on you. They'll probably have to soak whatever he leaves up in a dishrag to get enough DNA to identify you. And, of course, while you're in the hospital they'll have to notify your wife."

"That was when he took a swing at me. The punch was laughable. I blocked it and held his arm. I thrust my arm into his elbow and then bent his arm back on top of it. I had him in a very painful elbow lock that I'd learned as a teenager in a Tien Shan Pai Gung fu camp I went to in the mountains of West Virginia."

"As I pressed the hold he went down to his knees. I saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You're damned right you're sorry," I spat. "I hate cheaters. But you'll be a lot sorrier when this is done. After Ed kicks your ass, I'll tell your wife about it if she hasn't found out any other way."

"Hey, I'll pay you," he said. " ... Whatever you want. My wife doesn't need to know about this. This whore isn't worth my marriage. I just come down here occasionally to let off some steam. I just heard that she was a good fuck. This is the first time I've done it and I swear it will be the last. I'll write you a check for ... three thousand dollars. I know you're thinking I'm trying to fool you but I don't have much cash on me. You cash the check and after you cash the check you destroy the pictures. If the check isn't any good then you can just use them. I swear the check will be good."

"Hm," I said. "The cost of my iPhone 5 was three hundred dollars with a two year contract. The price you've put on these pictures and the video, three thousand dollars. Destroying the marriages of two scumbag cheaters so two nice people can move on in their lives ... priceless. I do want something, but you ain't gonna fucking buy it with a Master Card."

"I let go of his arm and told him to give me his driver's license. He started shaking his arm to restore the circulation to it. He gingerly handed me his license and I took a picture of it with my phone."

"He looked at me crazily."

"That's so I can contact either you ... or your wife, if I need to," I said acidly.

"But what should I do?" he said.

"Pray that Crystal does what I ask her to," I sneered.

"He took off running back for the bar, then he remembered that he'd parked in the lot he'd just run away from. He looked back at me tentatively."

"Can I get my car?" he asked shakily.

"Get the fuck out of here," I told him.

"Jason, you have to understand. I love Ed," whined Crystal. "This isn't about love. I want to spend the rest of my life with Ed. This is just about fun and letting off some steam. I swear I'll never do it again."

"Why Crys?" I asked acidly. "Are you thinking about how badly you'll hurt Ed, or just how badly he'll hurt that little bitch that just ran out of here after calling you a whore and saying that you weren't worth anything? That guy ran out and left you here and doesn't give a half a God damn about what happens to you. Big Ed would have died for you."

"Don't you think I know that?" she screamed. "I feel the same God damned way about him. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. It was just supposed to be some fun until I got it out of my system, that's all. I have no intention of leaving ED for anyone or anything."

"Let me guess this is some kind of fifty shades of stupidity thing, right?" I asked.

"She looked at me as if she was trying to figure out what to say."

"No Jason, this is more about YOU than anything else," she spat.

"Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Terri getting up. It looked like she was about to leave."

"Crystal, you and I are having lunch tomorrow. Be in that park near your job at noon and be prepared to answer any and all questions I have for you. And be prepared to answer them honestly. If you lie, your marriage is over. She just looked at me and nodded."

"Don't tell anyone about me catching you. Do not tell a fucking soul. Do you understand?" I hissed."

"She nodded her head quickly, and I left before Terri came out of the bar. As I left the parking lot, I was sure I saw a hooded figure crouching in the darkness of the rooftop next to that parking lot. I figured it was a security guard. I had to make another of my super quick trips home. But at least this time the visit to the bar had been worth it. By the next afternoon, I'd have all of the information I wanted or at least more insight on what was going on with Terri."

"Crystal must have known I was serious because she was waiting for me when I got to the park the next day. She looked nervous. She came over and got into my car as soon as I pulled up."

"Do you want to do it here or go to a motel?" she asked.

"Do what?" I asked.

"You know ... have sex," she said, looking around as if she was looking for a camera."

"Are you out of your fucking mind, or are you just that big of a whore," I screamed. "I'm not a cheater. I have never cheated on Terri; not once and I never will. Why do cheaters always assume that everyone else is doing it?"

"I'm sorry," she whined. "It's just that when you turned down all that money that Nick offered you and you said that our marriages depended on something that I had to do, I just assumed..."

"You have far too high an opinion of yourself," I snapped. "I don't want your disease riddled, stretched out pussy. All I want is some answers and the truth. I will be checking other sources and if you're lying to me, I visit Ed."

"As soon as I mentioned Ed, she shrank down in the butter-soft leather of my seat, as if he was watching her."

"I'll tell you anything you want to know," she said.

"You started the girl's night out a couple of months ago. Was cheating the main reason you ladies started doing it?"

"No," she said. "Of course not. We started getting together after a really stressful job ended successfully and we thought that we all deserved to relax and to celebrate. Accomplishing any difficult operation tends to form a bond among the members of a staff or a team. We're all different. Some of us are married. Some of us are divorced and a few of us are single. We're all different ages too. The only thing we have in common is that we work together."

"You said that I had something to do with your cheating. Explain what you meant," I told her.

"Jason, I didn't mean that literally," she said. "It's just that Terri loves you so much that she's always bragging about you. She talks about your muscles and your swords and your work outs. But she also talks about and we've all seen the way you just show up and bring her flowers for no fucking reason except that you were thinking about her. She talks about the way you treat her in bed too and a lot of us are really jealous of that. I wanted to find someone like that and play around with him, just for a short time. I mean I love Ed, more than life itself, but in bed he's..."

"He's what?" I said. "Shit his dick has to be huge."

"It is," she said. "Men ... You guys are so hung up on size. If it was only about having a big dick then the one guy with the biggest dick in the world would be the only one getting any pussy."

"Then why do so many women leave their husbands for men who are more well-endowed?" I asked.

"Because they're stupid. They leave their husbands during the first few sessions with the big dick guys. They don't find out until later that really good sex requires variety and creativity more than size. It also requires that the person ringing your chimes or trying to, feels something about you. Ed has the big dick all right, but he uses it like a fucking club. He climbs on, forces his way in, stabs me with it, roughly 10 or twelve times and then grunts, squirts, tells me he loves me and falls to fucking sleep."

"His dick is so big that it hurts sometimes. There's no way I'm letting that thing anywhere near my ass. If he even tried it, I'd run out of the house naked and leave him. I just wanted to experience some of the things you give to Terri."

"Do all of the women in your little group cheat?" I asked.

"Hell no," she said. "Most of the married women wouldn't even think about it. And of course, the single women are free to do whatever they want, but most of them also don't go after married guys."

"She looked at me as if she could sense what was coming next and steeled herself for it."

"Does Terri cheat on me?" I asked.

"She looked away from me then. I know it was hard on her but she had a choice to make and I think she knew from the beginning where the conversation was going. It was her friendship with Terri matched against her marriage."

"Yes," she said. " ... But only a couple of times with a couple of guys. Well the old guy makes three. But Jason, you have to understand, it's not what you think ... At least not with the first two guys."

"Get the fuck out of my car," I growled. I was having trouble holding it together and I didn't want this whore to see me cry.

"No," she said. "You have to let me explain."

"Say what you have to say and then get the fuck out of my car," I snapped.

"Jason, Terri loves you. She would die for you. But women are hard to understand. You two have what most people would consider the perfect marriage, but women want variety."

"I give her variety," I snapped.

"Yes you do," she said. " ... In some ways. But in other ways you're just like Ed."

"I looked at her like she was talking gibberish."

"Jason, I've heard all of the stories," she said. "I know that you two have done costumes and games and role playing and even experimented with some light B&D and a lot of wilder and milder things too. But there are two things that you miss, Honey. Number one, no matter what you two do, she always knows that you love her. She told me that you chained her to a post in your basement once, but instead of just fucking the hell out of her, you put lotion all over her wrists so the padded handcuffs wouldn't chafe her. Every once in a while she wants you to treat her like shit. She wants you to be really rough with her."

"My mouth dropped open."

"I don't think that's a deal breaker though," she said. "The biggest problem is you, Honey. That girl thinks you hung the sun, the stars and the moon. She's sure that someday you'll just get tired of her. She sees herself getting older and she's sure that you'll go after one of those younger women in your office. All of the things that you guys do in bed are things that YOU come up with. She wanted to experiment a little bit so she could bring some new things to you. She wants to be mysterious and creative for you too. If she fucks your brains out, you won't leave her. And lastly, Jason, she's already realized that part of what she was looking for was just stupid."

"She slept with a few guys before you, but she was pretty limited in her experience. She just wanted to try out another guy, to see if what the two of you have really is as special as she thinks. After trying out two guys who she said were just awful compared to you, I think she knows and was ready to quit until she met the old guy."

"Had," I snapped.

"Huh?" she said.

"You said what Terri and I HAVE is special. You should have said what Terri and I HAD; past tense," I said.

"Jason, you have to be kidding," she snapped. "That girl can't live without you. What she did is wrong as hell, but it's not worth losing your marriage over. Did you know that almost fifty percent of married people cheat one time or another? In most cases, they're never found out and their marriages go on without incident. In cases where they are found out, if the affairs were brief, most people with common sense forgive their mates and it never happens again. The cheating spouse usually understands so much better what they risk losing and never even thinks about doing it again. You and Terri are perfect for each other. Don't throw that away. Do you really know anyone who'd make you happier than she does?"

"Before you try to ram any more of your Dr. Phil bullshit down my throat ... have you ever heard the expression once a cheater, always a cheater?" I asked.

"Tell me about this old guy, as you call him," I said.

"Well he's not that old," she began. "He's just older than us. He's really hard to describe, but you don't have to worry about him. He hasn't shown up in over two weeks. He just shows up when he does and Terri leaves with him. He doesn't even come over to our table, he just appears in the doorway or outside and Terri gets up and goes to him. You don't have to worry about him though. I don't think they have sex."

"Then what do they do?" I asked.

"Shit, Terri doesn't remember," she said. "When she comes back, she's always weak and woozy and never remembers leaving. It's like he hypnotizes her or something stupid like that. We know they're not having sex because once when he came to get her, she was on her period. When she got back, her tampon was still in place and there was no blood or anything on her panties. Plus, she's usually gone for less than five minutes and according to her she isn't even wet down there. She isn't even sure why she goes with him, but she always does. Maybe he's just moving really slowly with her."

"Here's my phone number," I told her. "I'm going to be watching her. I need evidence to help me in the divorce."

"No Jason," she gasped. "You have to give her a chance."

"Shut the fuck up whore," I spat. "Do you want to see one marriage end or three?"

"She remained silent."

"Crystal, you did your duty to Terri as a friend. You tried to stick up for her. You tried to defend her, but you have to look out for yourself. To thine own self be true and all of that bullshit. All I need you to do is call me if he shows up. For all you know, I might already be there. But if you don't, I'll still file for the divorce. The difference is that you'll go down with me. If you help me, I swear that Ed will not hear about what you've done from me. I will also not show him the video or the photos. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," she said coldly. "It's not as if I have a choice is it? But Jason, I need to tell you one thing. No one is perfect. Look at you. You have a temper and a short fuse. You judge people, and you enjoyed hurting Nick yesterday when he tried to hit you. You also don't seem to be able to forgive people. Terri made a mistake and a big one. But she really does love you. And the tears in the corners of your eyes that you're trying so hard to hide, tell me that you love her too. Are you cutting off your nose to spite your face?"

"What the hell should I do? ... Slap her on the ass and say don't do that again? Maybe I am too harsh Crystal, but I do have this thing called self respect. If I let her get away with this, I'll never be able to look myself in the face again. Hell yes, you said it yourself. I LOVE Terri, I always have ... but not enough to let her shit on me. Like you said, we experimented with a lot of different types of sex. But shitting on each other isn't something I'm interested in."

"I'm never going back to that place," she said. "This girl will only have nights out with her husband from now on."

"Fuck that," I said. "You have to keep going until I get my evidence. Then you can quit. If you tell Terri what's going on or do anything else to hinder my efforts, I'll not only send Ed the video but I'll post it on the internet. Am I clear?"

"What's my name?" she asked.

"I almost laughed as I said "Crystal."

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