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 Denise's Decent By GoldenCojones

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   Denise lay on her bed, her clothes tossed carelessly onto the floor. 
Her finger grazed her clit and she took a sharp breath.  In her mind she
pictured her fiancé, Chad Derry.  He was everything she'd ever wanted in a
man.  Kind, loving, loyal, and one hell of a good lover, his only fault was
that he wasn't with her right then.  Her finger slipped inside her wet sex.
It felt good, but not nearly as good as Chad's cock.  She imagined her
finger was his tongue as she dragged it up slowly over her clit.  She
circled her nub with her wet finger, teasing herself.  Her other hand
cupped her breast as her fingers found her nipple and rolled it gently
between them.  She loved it when Chad sucked her nipples as his cock filled
her pussy.  She pictured his face above her, his lips getting closer to
hers.  Fingers on both hands sped up and she felt her orgasm begin to
build.

   Faster, she jilled herself, two fingers now dipping into her sex and
making sexy sloshing sounds as her juice ran freely down over her round
ass. She held onto the image of her fiancé.  She could almost feel his lips
on hers.  Her heart was racing.  She wanted him to kiss her.  She wanted
Ray to kiss her.  Above her the image shifted from her fiancé to a man
she'd met just three weeks ago.  Ray West hovered above her, his lips full
and soft, his blue eyes, so clear and bright.  He was a man who knew what
he wanted, and she wanted him.  She wanted to feel him take her and make
her his woman.  She wanted to feel him hold her arms above her head as he
fucked her.  Her orgasm exploded inside her as she imagined Ray fucking
her, kissing her, sucking on her nipples.

   "Oh!  Yes, Ray!"

   Her voice startled her, jarring her from the fantasy.  Eyes wide, she
came down from her high.  Guilt sprang from her center, flooding her mind.
How could she fantasize about Ray when it was Chad she loved?  Chad she was
engaged to?  She cringed inside.  She was a one man woman.  She'd always
known that.  She would never cheat.  Was it cheating to fantasize though?
Was it cheating to just day dream a little?  Her hand slipped down to her
sex again.  Rubbing her clit with her palm she again pictured Ray West.

   He was as tall as Chad, broad shouldered and well muscled, though not as
broad or as muscled as fiancé.  The two men were similar in height, but
their personalities were very different.  Chad was kind, sincere, and
loving.  Ray was strong, confident, and charismatic.  She'd met Ray when
the company he worked for had purchased Symtec's software.  She worked at
Symtec as a customer liaison.  She wasn't a salesperson, but her job was to
keep in contact with existing customers, making sure they were happy with
the product and service they were getting.  She'd been assigned to the Fort
Worth Beef account and met Ray.  She'd always been able to keep her
professional contacts with customers just that, but with Ray it was
different.  Every time she was with him, she found herself becoming flushed
and excited.

   She moaned as her finger dipped between the lips of her sex.  Her sloppy
wet pussy clenched around her finger as she imagined Ray kissing her,
touching her, taking her to new heights of arousal.  She imagined how his
lips would feel pressed to hers.  How his tongue would taste as he kissed
her passionately.  How his hands would feel caressing her breasts.  She
groaned and slid a second finger inside her sex, curling them slightly to
stimulate her g-spot.  She imagined it was Ray's cock sliding into her.  It
felt so dirty, so wrong, and yet so exciting to fantasize about this man
she'd just met.  Her fingers moved faster and her other hand dropped from
her breast to rub her clit.

   "Yes, Ray, fuck me baby.  Fuck me and make me your woman." She moaned as
her orgasm blossomed, spreading from her center to consume her.  "Yes, oh,
Ray, fuck me."

   Her body shook, her muscles clenching, forcing her butt into the air,
her shoulders and feet holding her up.  Eyes clamped shut she opened her
mouth in a silent scream that her lungs could not force out of her throat.
Seconds passed as the climax washed over her and then she collapsed onto
the bed, spent.

   Guilt rolled over her again.  She curled into the fetal position and
tears seeped from her eyes.  How could she do that to Chad?  It felt like
she was cheating.  Self-loathing filled her.  Over and over again she told
herself that this wasn't who she was.  She was just crushing on Ray, it
would go away soon.  She didn't really want to have sex with him.  She
wanted to be faithful to Chad.  Chad was the man of her dreams.  He was
solid, loving, caring.  Ray was just a crush.  That's all.

   After a while she forced herself from the bed and dressed in blue jeans
and a t-shirt.  It was after seven and she was hungry.  Her sister, Carla,
was sitting on the couch eating a slice of pizza when she came out of her
room.  She gave Denise a sly smile.

   "Have fun?"

   "Oh, shut up." Denise felt herself blush.  These damned thin walls.

   "So, who is Ray?"

   Denise stopped.  She forced her face to remain calm as her heart beat
wildly.  How much had Carla heard?

   "A guy I met at work.  It was just ..."

   "'Oh, Ray, fuck me.  Fuck me and make me your woman.' Doesn't sound like
just a guy?" Carla winked at her and then laughed.  "Lighten up, Denise. 
Everyone has a crush now and then.  It's okay.  Just don't call out the
wrong name when Chad is pounding you silly.  I know from experience how
awkward that can be."

   "I can't believe you listened at my door.  You little bitch!" Denise put
her hands on her hips as she glared at her sister.

   "I didn't listen at your door, big sis.  Hell, you'll be lucky if our
neighbors didn't hear you."

   Denise blushed furiously.  Had she really been that loud or was her
sister just pulling her chain?

   Carla grinned at her.  "I did have to turn the TV down to make out the
words, though."

   Denise shook her head but she couldn't help but grin at her sister's
teasing.

   "So where is Chad?  You two have been inseparable and now all of a
sudden you have to take care of yourself?  What's up, buttercup?" Carla
turned on the couch to face Denise a little better.

   "He had to work today.  Yesterday something happened at the plant.  He
made it sound bad; like someone could have been hurt.  He and his team are
fixing it today."

   "Damn.  Sucks to have to work on a Saturday.  Are you still going out
tonight?"

   "Nah, Chad said he would be late." Denise grabbed a slice of pizza and
took a bite.  It wasn't hot anymore, but it was still okay; as okay as
frozen pizza ever was.  After she swallowed she looked at her sister. 
Carla was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt.  No makeup and unkempt hair
finished the look of someone just lounging.  "You?"

   "Nah, Mike broke it off with me." Carla didn't seem to be too upset, but
then she tended to go through boys pretty fast.

   "He broke up with you?" Denise asked.  It was usually Carla who dumped
the boy.

   "Yeah, well, he caught me fucking his friend, Jerry." She shrugged.  "I
mean, it wasn't like I was serious with Jerry for Christ's sake.  I was
just having fun."

   "God Carla, you are such a slut."

   "This from the girl who just masturbated while fantasying about a man
she just met."

   "You know I'd never cheat on Chad."

   "Really?  Chad isn't here.  Want me to call this Ray and invite him
over? Maybe he'd like a little ménage a trois with two hot sisters."

   Denise blushed bright red again.  The thought of Ray, here, with her,
spawned a burning in the pit of her stomach that felt so good.  "You are
sick!" She turned and marched from the living room before her sister saw
how hard her nipples were.

   Monday at work, Denise focused on the job.  She made calls, researched a
few issues, talked with the manager of software engineering to find
solutions to problems, just a normal day.  Just after three, Ray West
called and as soon as she heard his voice she felt her desire bloom.

   "Good afternoon, Denise.  How is the brightest account manager I've ever
met?" Ray said in greeting.  His rich deep voice stirred desires in her
that she had to fight down.  "I need to discuss a few items with you
concerning the grinding control application."

   "Sure, Ray, fire away." Denise struggled but managed to keep her voice
professional.

   "Well, actually Denise, I'd rather meet with you, if you don't mind."

   "Sure, Ray.  Do you want me to come to your office?" Denise felt the
blood rise in her cheeks, imagining seeing him again.

   "That's the other thing.  I'm going to be out of town all week and won't
be back in town until Friday night.  I was hoping you could meet after six
on Friday.  I know it's asking a lot, but I need the answers on how to
configure the grinding control machine by Monday."

   "After six?" Denise asked.  She didn't know that she trusted herself to
be alone with Ray outside of a business setting.

   "I know it's an imposition.  Let me buy you dinner.  We can talk
business while we eat."

   Fort Worth beef had bought their full line of machine control software
and was an important new account.  Keeping them happy was essential,
especially since Daltech was taking so many of their customers and new
sales.  Denise still hesitated, but then nodded to herself.  She had to do
this for the company.  She would just have to keep control of her damned
childish crush.

   "Sure, Ray.  Where would you like to meet?"

   "How about Dusty's Steak House, say around six-thirty Friday?  I'll make
the reservations so we won't have to wait too long."

   "Sounds good.  If you have a chance, email me the questions you have and
I'll make sure I have all the answers for you."

   "Thanks, Denise.  You are the best.  I'll see you Friday night."

   After she hung the phone up, Denise sat back.  Her breathing was a
little ragged and her face felt flushed.  "Get ahold of yourself, girl,"
she said to herself firmly.  "It's not a date.  It's just a business
meeting.  I'm not cheating on Chad.  I'm not."

   With that thought, she dialed her fiancé.

   "Chad here." Her fiancé's voice sounded a little tired on the other end
of the line.

   "Hey lover," she husked into the phone.

   "Oh, hey pretty girl." His voice perked up dramatically.  "Sorry I
couldn't see you this weekend."

   "What happened, Chad.  You just told me there was an accident."

   "The damned bleacher seal failed right in the middle of a run and
sprayed contaminate all over the floor.  If one of the operators had been
in the wrong place, it could have been real bad.  We've got it cleaned up
and the machine repaired but now I have to figure out what happened.  Seals
are not supposed to fail three days after an inspection."

   "I'm sorry, Chad.  Um, the reason I called is I've just had something
come up.  One of our clients needs to meet me Friday night.  I know you and
I were planning on going to your parents Friday after work, but can I take
a rain check?"

   "You're meeting a client on a Friday night?"

   "Yeah, he's going to be out of town all week but has some questions
about how to configure some of our software.  He wanted to meet over
supper."

   "I see."

   Denise heard the tension in his voice.

   "It's not a date, Chad.  You trust me, don't you?  It's just a business
meeting."

   "A business meeting ... with a man ... over supper."

   "Don't be jealous, Chad.  Do you want to come along?  I'm sure Ray
wouldn't mind a bit.  It'll be boring, we are going to be talking about
software configurations the whole time, but you are welcome to come along."
She really hoped he would say no and that surprised her.  It wasn't a date
after all.

   Chad sighed.  "No, sweetheart, I can't.  I told mom I'd be there Friday
night.  They are getting older and Dad needs help with the ranch.  I have
to go.  Plus Becky would be heartbroken if she didn't get to see her
grandmother."

   They'd planned to take Chad's nine-year-old daughter, Becky, to see
Chad's parents in Weatherford this weekend.  Denise had met Chad's parents
and liked them, but the prospect of driving an hour and a half after work
on Friday didn't really appeal to her.  It surprised her that having supper
with Ray excited her as much as it did.

   "I'm sorry, Chad.  I'll make it up to you next week."

   "It's okay, Denise.  Um, I better get off here.  Jack in standing in my
doorway." The phone went dead on his end and Denise put it back on the
hook.

   Deep in her gut she felt guilty.  She hadn't been able to see Chad last
weekend and now she was standing him up for a business meeting.  She still
refused to think of it as a date.

   Wednesday, Chad picked her up for supper and took her to her favorite
restaurant; a little Italian place ran by two old bachelors.  After they
ordered, they sat and talked.

   "Are we okay, Denise?" Chad asked as soon as the waiter was out of
earshot.

   "Of course." Denise forced a smile onto her face.  "Why do you ask?"

   He shrugged.  "I don't know.  I guess it's just nerves.  You know, not
getting to see you last weekend, stuff going on at the plant." His voice
faded, his eyes searching hers.

   "And me meeting a man after work hours to discuss business?" Denise
leaned forward and took his hands in hers.  "Chad, you are the man I want.
You are the man I'm getting married to in four months.  You are the man I'm
going to spend the rest of my life madly in love with.  Ray is charming but
he's not you and the dinner I'm having with him is not a date, it's work. I
told you on our first date, I'm a one man woman.  I meant it then and I
mean it now.  I will not cheat on you or lie to you." She took a deep
breath.  "You've told me about your ex-wife and I get that you can't just
forget about that.  But I'm not her.  We've been dating for over a year. 
We've both committed to each other.  You asked me to marry you and I
accepted.  Along with that has to come a certain amount of trust.  Do you
trust me Chad?"

   Chad leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers.  After a moment he nodded
and then smiled.  "I do trust you, Denise.  You're right, of course, I'm
just being silly.  You mean so much to me and Becky just adores you.  I
guess I'm just nervous because I don't want to lose you."

   "I don't want to lose you either, Chad.  I love you and I love Becky
too. By the way, where is the little munchkin tonight?"

   "Sandy is babysitting her.  They are probably playing Candyland or
watching food network.  It's Wednesday so I think "Cutthroat Kitchen" may
be on tonight."

   "I think it's so funny that Becky likes food shows," Denise said, still
holding Chad's hands.

   "Yeah, she's becoming a real good cook too.  She made lasagna on Monday.
It was amazing."

   The rest of the meal went well; both of them were relaxed as they talked
to each other about a lot of nothing.  By the time their check came, Denise
was feeling warm in her center.  After Chad paid the check they left, arm
in arm and smiling at each other.

   Inside Chad's pickup, Denise scooted to the center and leaned into her
man.

   "Take me to your place, Chad.  I want to spend the night with you."

   Chad looked down at her and she could see the love in his eyes.  Driving
to his home, she stayed tight against him, relishing the feel of his
powerful arm moving as he steered along the streets.  Sitting at a stop
light, he looked over at her and smiled.

   "Denise, you are so beautiful."

   "Mmm, flattery will get you a long ways, mister."

   He stretched and wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight.  She
snuggled into his chest, smelling the mix of his cologne and his manly
scent.  They pulled into his driveway next to a Buick.  Leave it to Sandy
to drive a Buick.  She smiled at the thought.

   Inside, Denise went to freshen up and when she returned to the living
room she saw Sandy talking to Chad softly.

   "Chad, you might not be able to save him this time." Sandy had her hand
on his arm and was gazing up at him with morose eyes.

   Chad nodded and then noticed Denise.  His face went from despondent to
loving in an instant and he gave her a warm smile.  Sandy immediately
dropped her hand from his arm and stepped back.  Turning to face Denise,
the older woman gave her a smile.

   "Everything all right?" Denise asked, stepping toward her fiancé.

   "It is now." Chad took her in his arms and gave her a brief kiss on the
lips before turning to Sandy, his arm still tenderly holding Denise. 
"Thank you for watching Becky.  I can't tell you how much I appreciate you
doing this for me."

   Sandy smiled, her wrinkled face shining with pleasure.  "Oh, she's
always so well behaved," turning to Denise, Sandy continued, "and she
simply adores you, Denise."

   "Is she already asleep?" Denise asked, feeling a smile take over her
face.  She was pretty smitten with Chad's little nine-year-old daughter as
well.

   "Yep, I put her to bed right after cutthroat kitchen ended; about thirty
minutes ago.  I guess it's time for me to head home too." Sandy retrieved
her coat.  She refused to take the money Chad offered her and gave him a
peck on the cheek before she left.  At the door, she gave Denise a wink and
then she was gone.

   Chad took Denise in his arms, holding her tenderly.  She tipped her head
up to him, inviting a kiss.  Her fiancé leaned down and their lips met. 
Denise felt her chest rise.  His lips were so soft on hers.  Melting into
his arms, she parted her lips, wanting him.  She could feel his intensity
combined with restraint.  He always worried about hurting her.  She put her
hand behind his head, letting her fingers twine in his hair.  Pulling him
down fiercely she kissed him passionately, her tongue slipping into his
mouth as they kissed.  With his gentle hands holding her, one on her back,
high up, the other caressing the small of her back, he pulled her in tight.
His hands felt so strong and loving.  Leaving one hand on his head, her
other stroked down his back to his hip, pulling him into her.  She wanted
him urgently.  She wanted to give herself to this man; the man she loved.

   After a few minutes, Chad drew back from her.  "I better go check on
Becky." He smiled down at her.

   Frustrated but not wanting to show it, Denise smiled up at him and
watched as he disappeared down the hallway toward his daughter's bedroom.
He was a good father, a good man, and a good lover.  Her heart swelled with
love.

   Making her way to Chad's bedroom and then into the master bath, she
pulled her blouse off and brushed her teeth.  As she finished she looked up
into the mirror and saw Chad standing in the doorway watching her.  She
smiled at him in the mirror and received a smile back.

   "Are you watching me brush my teeth?" she asked, turning and leaning on
the counter.

   "Yes.  You are so beautiful."

   She laughed.  "Let's go to bed and you can worship me in all my beauty."

   This time he laughed, rich and deep.  "I'll be right there." He moved
into the bathroom, taking his toothbrush from the cabinet.

   She gave him a smile and then a wink and left him in the bathroom.  She
finished stripping and then dug one of her nightgowns out of his dresser.
She spent enough nights here that she had everything she needed.  After
slipping into the nightgown she laid on the bed, positioning herself in
what she hoped was an alluring pose.

   A few seconds later Chad stepped out of the bathroom.  He only wore his
boxers leaving his heavily muscled chest, shoulders, and arms bare.  A big
grin bloomed on his face as she smiled at him.

   "My God, Denise, you look heavenly." He went to the bed.

   "You look pretty good yourself, handsome.  Come here." Denise patted the
bed beside her.

   He climbed on the bed, lying next to her.  Taking her into his arms,
Chad kissed her softly on the lips.  Sighing, Denise pulled him closer. 
She parted her lips, inviting his tongue into her mouth.  They clung to
each other as they kissed.  Everything else fled from her mind.  This was
where she wanted to be, in the arms of the man she loved.  His hand
caressed her side, his other lightly brushing her cheeks.

   "You're so gorgeous.  Do you know how much I love you?" He smiled at
her, leaning forward to kiss her again.

   "Mmm, yes, I know.  I love you to, Chad."

   His hand moved up to cup her breast through the flimsy material of the
nightgown.  She felt her nipples stiffen with his touch.  Desire bloomed
inside her.  She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him desperately.
Their tongues entwined as Denise slipped a hand down Chad's back to cup his
bottom, pulling him toward her.  Chad's lips left hers, kissing his way
down her chin and onto her neck.  The feel of his lips on her throat
excited her and she heard herself moan with pleasure.  His hand fondled her
breast, his thumb gently stroking her nipple.  Each stroke sent electric
shivers through her body.

   Denise traced her hand around Chad's hip, sliding it over his engorged
member.  She grasped him, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his
boxers.  He groaned into her neck as she stroked him.

   "You should take these off," she breathed into his ear.

   "You should take this off." He laughed, tugging at her nightgown.

   Giggling, Denise slipped her gown off over her head and tossed it off
the bed.  As she did, Chad squirmed out of his boxers.  When they were both
nude, they came back together, clinging to each other as they resumed
kissing.  Now Denise could feel his stiff shaft pressing against her thigh
as they kissed.  Knowing that she excited him excited her and she could
feel herself growing damp.  His hand came back up to cup her breast sending
sparks of pleasure through her.

   She lay on her back.  Chad lay on his side next to her, leaning over her
as he kissed her deeply.  Denise put her arm around him, pulling him over
her.  They kissed passionately, their tongues cavorting in a frantic,
unchoreographed dance of passion.  Denise reached across her body to take
his cock into her hand.  Gently she stroked him.  She wanted him; needed
him inside her.  She pulled him onto her, spreading her legs.  She could
feel her nectar seeping and she knew she was ready.

   "I want you." Her voice was husky with lust.

   Chad smiled at her and moved between her legs.  She gazed into his eyes,
seeing love and desire in their depths.  Spreading her legs wide she
invited him in and he didn't hesitate.  Although they had made love many
times before, she still gasped with pleasure as she felt the pressure of
him penetrating her.  Wrapping her legs around his waist, she drew him into
her.  His eyes closed and he moaned in pleasure as he sank deeper.  The
feeling was heavenly.  He filled her so perfectly, touching spots in her
that no one else had.

   He slowly withdrew until just the tip of his cock was still inside her
and she felt empty.  Then, just as slowly, he slid back in, filling her
again.  His hand brushed up her torso to cup her breast.  Her head rolled
back, arching her back and thrusting her hips up to him, driving him deeper
into her.  Hands gripping his strong shoulders, she pulled herself up to
him, locking her lips on his, exploring his mouth with her tongue.  Love,
lust, and sexual bliss filled her.  Moaning into his mouth she clung to
him, legs locked around his hips, hands gripping his shoulders.  Undulating
in tune with his rhythm, she lost herself to the passion they were sharing.

   After a long while, Chad gently rolled her over so that she was on top
of him.  Their sweat covered bodies never separated.  Denise put her hands
on his thick chest and pushed herself up until she was sitting on him. 
Gazing down at him, she smiled as she began to rock up and down.  Both his
hands slid up her firm stomach to hold her breasts, his fingers finding and
caressing her incredibly hard nipples.  Her hands moved to his head. 
Leaning forward she brought his head up, guiding his lips to her nipples,
urging him to suckle.  When his lips touched her sensitive nipples she
arched her back and drove her hips down onto him, forcing his cock deep
into her sex.

   Moaning long and low from the pleasure she was receiving, Denise threw
her head back.  She was in heaven.  Sweat dripped from her face down onto
her chest as Chad continued his loving ministrations on her nipples and
breasts.  She held his head to her and felt her orgasm bloom inside her. 
Her sex gripped her lover, massaging him.  Silently willing him to cum with
her, Denise gave herself to her pleasure.  Inside her, she felt Chad's cock
swell and then pulse and she knew that he was cumming inside her.

   Finally, she collapsed on top of him, their sweat soaked bodies entwined
as he held her gently and she clung to him.  She wanted to laugh and to cry
at the same time.  She loved this man so much it hurt.  Never in her life
had she had someone who was so obviously in love with her.  Never, she
vowed, never would she do anything to hurt this man.

   They lay together for a while.  Denise, satisfied, loved, and exhausted,
smiled as she gazed up at her man from the crook of his arm.  Chad's arm
cradled her, his massive biceps her pillow.  Neither spoke.  There was no
need for words.  What they had just shared was too precious for words. 
Denise let her hand float up and down over his taut abs, absently combing
through the thick hair on his stomach.

   "Let's go get cleaned up and then go to sleep." Chad's deep voice broke
her reverie.

   She nodded and slowly untangled herself from him to sit up.  Looking
down at him, she smiled.  He grinned back.  She glanced at the clock beside
the bed.  They had been making love for over two hours.  No wonder she was
so tired.

   Friday morning Denise looked through her closet.  She wouldn't have time
to come home and change before her work meeting with Ray and she wanted an
outfit that looked good, but also said this was only a business meeting. 
She settled on a black knee length pleated skirt and a white button-up
blouse.  Sensible black shoes finished the outfit.

   Her sister shook her head as Denise walked through their house.

   "What?" Denise asked, feeling self-conscious.

   "Chad must be an amazing fuck if you are going to meet Ray dressed like
that.  You look like a nineteen sixties schoolmarm."

   "For your information, Chad is an amazing fuck and I don't want Ray to
get any false impressions." Denise looked down at her clothes.  They were
very plain.

   Carla looked her up and down.  "Did you even put on granny panties?  You
know you will be making it obvious to Ray that you have feelings for him
and are overcompensating."

   Denise blushed at her sister's comment.  In fact, she had put on plain
white high waist panties.  She gave her sister a glare.

   "So what do you think I should wear?"

   "Let's go look.  We have time before you have to leave for work anyway."

   The two sisters retreated to Denise's closet and finally settled on a
mid-thigh pencil skirt, charcoal stockings, a bright yellow pleated button
up blouse with a diving neckline that exposed about an inch of Denise's
cleavage.  Two-inch black heels finished out the outfit, giving her a smart
and sexy business look but nothing over the top.  She looked at herself in
the mirror and wondered if it was a little too sexy but when she thought
about how Ray would look at her, she smiled.  "Let him eat his heart out,"
she thought, "I belong to Chad."

   All day at work she received compliments on her clothes and one of her
closer friends, a mousy young woman named Elaine, even asked if she had a
big date that night.  Denise just smiled and told her no.  Around two in
the afternoon she got a call from Ray.  He just wanted to let her know he
was about to board his plane in Phoenix and would be able to meet her that
night as planned.  His voice on the phone made her head spin and her pussy
wet but she quickly reminded herself of Wednesday night.  There was no way
she would ever cheat on Chad.

   She spent the rest of the afternoon making sure she was ready for her
meeting with Ray.  She double and then triple checked her answers to his
short list of questions.  She even thought about what he was trying to
accomplish and then tried to anticipate other questions he might ask so
that she could make sure she knew the answers to those questions as well.
The work kept her distracted and before she knew it the clocks had ticked
down to five thirty.  She stuffed all the material she had gathered
throughout the day into her leather satchel and took a deep breath.

   "You can do this, girl," she said aloud and then glanced around to make
sure no one had heard her.  The office was empty and she grinned
sheepishly. Another deep breath; she focused on Chad and the night they had
spent together.  She felt her nipples harden.  "Oh, that was a bad idea."

   Purposely walking slowly, she made her way to the elevator, making sure
to keep work in her mind.  The last thing she needed was for Ray to see her
erect nipples and get the wrong idea.  A brief picture of Ray taking her in
his arms and kissing her made her nipples pop up again.  She stopped.  She
had to get control of herself.  She managed to keep her breathing and
nipples under control as she rode the elevator down to the garage area and
made her way to her car.  She just had time to make it across town to
Dusty's Steakhouse by six-thirty.

   The drive was tedious but uneventful and she managed to keep her
thoughts away from either Ray or Chad the entire way; rush hour traffic
helped.  She parked her car and sat for a moment trying to keep her hands
from shaking.  Steeling herself, she clutched her satchel in front of her
and marched up to the door.

   Inside, the ma"tre'd took her name and immediately showed her to a
table. Ray had not arrived yet, but she was a few minutes early.  Dusty's
Steakhouse was very upscale.  Soft light showed off the expensive and
tasteful artwork on the walls.  Their table was a two-seat table, just
barely large enough to hold their two meals, tucked into a private alcove.
A small, brass candelabra hung above the table casting its romantic glow
upon her.  Their waiter, a young man impeccably groomed and wearing a
perfectly fitting restaurant uniform, came with a bottle of expensive red
wine.  After pouring her a glass he sat the bottle on the table and asked
if she would like anything else while she waited.  She gave him a smile and
a "No thank you" just as Ray approached the table.

   "You look amazing, Denise," Ray said as he got near.  He was dressed in
tailored khaki pants with a light blue dress shirt, khaki blazer and red
and blue tie.

   She stood and extended her hand for a shake but instead of shaking, he
brought her knuckles up to his lips and gently kissed her hand.  Blushing
furiously, she felt her nipples harden.  Gracefully, Ray's eyes never left
hers and she could only hope he hadn't noticed her body's traitorous
reaction to his gallantry.

   "How was your trip?" She asked as they both took their seats.

   "Excellent.  I was out there to buy two large tanning vats and I managed
to negotiate the price down to almost half what they were asking.  All I
had to give for that was a promise to buy two more within two years, which
we were planning on doing anyway." He gave her a broad smile.  "But that
isn't anything to coming back and having dinner with the best account
manager anyone could ever ask for."

   Denise smiled at him, enjoying the flattery.  "I have the answers to
your questions right here." She reached down for her satchel, but Ray put
his hand on hers to stop her.  The gentle contact made her heart race and
her already erect nipples hardened even more.

   "That can wait until after we order.  That way we won't be interrupted."

   As if on cue, the waiter appeared again.  He poured Ray a glass of wine
and then asked if they wanted an appetizer.  Ray looked across at Denise
with a mischievous look.

   "Would you care for the oysters Suzette?  It is one of their best."

   Denise looked at Ray.  His boyish grin made her smile.  God, he was so
devilishly handsome and he just exuded confidence.

   "Sure that sounds nice." She'd never had oysters Suzette before but she
liked baked oysters.  The slightly naughty implication wasn't lost on her
but she didn't want to sound prudish before they even got down to business.

   Ray placed the order with the waiter and gave him a wink.  Denise
pretended to ignore it but inside she felt amused.  Did Ray plan on
seducing her tonight?  Despite her body's reaction, she knew his attempt
would be useless.  She belonged to Chad and she would never do anything to
hurt him.

   "So, what do you do for fun?" Ray asked as soon as the waiter was gone.

   "Hmm, well, lately all I've been doing is planning my wedding." There,
she thought, that ought to cool his heels a little.

   A big grin spread across Ray's face and his eyes lit up. 
"Congratulations!  I didn't know you were getting married.  When is the big
day?"

   "In four months.  My mom is going nuts.  She's hired a wedding planner
and already made an appointment with a bridal shop for me to go look at
dresses."

   Ray's smile hadn't faltered even a little.  "That's wonderful.  I'm
happy for you but I'm jealous of the lucky devil who managed to snare you."

   "Thanks." His compliment brought a smile to her face.

   Ray reached across the table and touched her hand.  "May I see the
ring?"

   "Oh!  Sure." Denise had felt a definite spark when he touched her.  She
couldn't let this man see what he was doing to her.  Feigning like the
touch was no big deal she extended her left hand so that he could see the
ring.  It wasn't the largest ring she'd ever seen, but with its two caret
solitaire, it was large enough to suit her.

   "Wow!" Ray's eyes widened.  "It's almost as beautiful as you are." He
grinned at her.  "And that is saying a lot."

   Blushing furiously and wishing that her body would quit reacting to
everything Ray said, Denise pulled her hand back.

   "Shall we talk business while we wait for our appetizer?" she asked as
she reached down for her satchel.

   "Sure." Ray sat back, his eyes boring into her.

   They talked business and she gave him answers to each of his questions.
Throughout the conversation, Ray continued to compliment her, thanking her
for her preparation and thoroughness.  While they talked, the waiter came
and took their orders and by the time their oysters arrived, she had
answered all of his questions.  After putting her papers away with the
promise of emailing him all the information first thing Monday morning, she
sat back feeling that the night had been a success.  She was sure that Ray
was satisfied with their software and happy with their service.

   "So, what do you do for fun?" she asked him, reversing his earlier
question.

   "Well, my wife and I and a couple of friends are going to the Air Supply
concert next Saturday.  We like concerts, parties, bar-b-que's, pretty much
any excuse to get together and have fun." Ray smiled at her as he spoke,
his eyes locked on hers.

   For some reason, Denise felt disappointed that he had a wife.  It was
silly, she belonged to Chad, but the tight knot in her belly didn't
dissipate even though she hid it with her reply.

   "Oh!  I love Air Supply.  I tried to get tickets for them, but they sold
out the same day they went on sale."

   "Yeah, can you believe it?  I only got tickets because a guy my wife
knows saved us back four."

   "Lucky you." She was having to struggle to keep the smile on her face.

   Ray's lips turned down.  "I wish I could invite you and your fiancé to
go with us, but we already invited Coke and her date of the day."

   "Coke?" Denise's brow furrowed.

   Ray laughed.  "Yeah, she's a wild child at heart.  Her mom named her
Cocaine, but we all call her Coke.  Everyone in our group loves her." He
winked at her.

   Denise felt like she was missing a joke, but she was still fighting the
disappointment of Ray being married and she didn't make a big deal of it.

   Through the meal, they talked about music, books, even art.  She and Ray
connected on so many things, it truly astounded her.  Finally, the meal was
over.  Even beyond her crush, Denise found that she really liked Ray.  She
hated to admit it to herself, but if he hadn't been married she might have
been truly tempted by him.  When the bill had been paid they walked out to
the parking lot.  Ray insisted on walking her to her car, which Denise
found charming but a little silly.  She'd walked from her car to the
restaurant without any trouble.

   At her car, she turned to thank Ray and found him standing right in
front of her.  He put a hand out and gently stroked the side of her face.

   "Denise, I really enjoyed tonight." He said softly looking down at her.

   The touch of his hand on her face was electrifying, sending shivers of
passion through her.  Her face turned up to his and her lips parted.  She
knew she should stop him.  She knew she should turn away.  She didn't.  He
bent lower, bringing his mouth to hers.  Their lips touched and without
thinking of what she was doing she moaned as she brought one arm up to
embrace him and pull him closer.

   Their tongues darted around each other and she felt him take her in his
arms.  She wanted him to hold her; needed him to hold her.  And he did. 
They embraced, each holding the other tightly, as they kissed.  Heat boiled
in her middle and her need for him became desperate.  She had no thought of
Chad or of Ray's wife, she only knew she wanted this man to kiss her and to
hold her and to love her.

   Ray's hand moved from her back to her thigh and then slowly slid up her
body.  Still they kissed; hungrily tasting each other.  His hand slid
higher to just under her breast and stopped.  She yearned for him to go
higher and touch her.  She was desperate to feel his hand on her breast, to
feel his fingers caressing her oh so hard nipples.  His hand moved higher
and she moaned again.  She moved her left hand up to his shoulder,
caressing him and as she did light reflected through her engagement ring.
With a start she realized what she was doing and she quickly pushed Ray
away.

   "I can't." she panted out.  "God, I want to, but I can't."

   "Your fiancé?" Ray asked, his arms still holding her, but farther out
now.

   "Yes.  Aren't you worried about your wife?"

   Ray smiled at her.  "My wife and I understand that we're not suited for
monogamy."

   "You're swingers?"

   "We're polyamorous.  We love each other deeply and I would do anything
for her.  We are committed to each other, but we also understand that we
can be committed to each other and love others as well."

   Denise shook her head.  "It doesn't work like that.  You can't be
committed to someone and have sex with someone else."

   "Why not, Denise?  No, don't answer.  I don't want to spoil what we
shared this evening.  If this is not what you want, I won't force it on
you." He released her and stepped back.  "Think about it, though.  Ask
yourself why?  Question those stifling rules you have been taught for so
long.  When you have the answers you will know yourself better.  It doesn't
matter if you agree with me or not, it matters that you know why you
believe what you believe." He turned and walked a few paces away from her
and then turned.  "I'll talk to you on Monday.  I hope that this beautiful
thing we shared tonight won't affect our business relationship."

   She could only nod.  Her breath was still ragged and her heart was still
racing.  She'd almost cheated on Chad.  Her head spun as she watched Ray
walk away.  Guilt racked her causing her to shake uncontrollably.  She
fumbled unlocking her car and then again trying to start it.  Tears were
streaming down her face by the time she pulled from the parking lot.

   She was still crying when she pulled into the driveway of her house. 
How could she have let Ray seduce her?  How was she ever going to face Chad
again?  The one promise she'd made herself since she was a small girl,
she'd broken.  The one thing she'd told Chad over and over again she would
never do, she'd done.  Well, they hadn't gone far, just a kiss and a feel,
but that was too far.

   Stumbling into the house she went directly to her bedroom and threw
herself onto the bed, letting herself weep.  She felt dirty, but she didn't
blame Ray.  She'd been the one sending the wrong signals all night. 
Soaking up his complements; touching his hand and arm; smiling at him. 
Hell, she'd practically thrown herself at him all night.  She didn't blame
Ray, she blamed herself.  She'd been masturbating while fantasizing about
him for God's sake.

   The door to her room opened and her sister quietly sat on the edge of
the bed.  Carla didn't say anything, she just sat there.  Denise rolled to
her side and looked up at her sister.

   "I fucked up, Carla."

   Carla nodded but didn't say anything.

   "I let him kiss me and I kissed him back.  I thought I was so strong."

   "Is that all?"

   "I let him touch my tit." Denise looked at her sister.  "Isn't that
enough?"

   "But you stopped it." Carla didn't smile, but her eyes were tender.

   "Yeah.  Still."

   "Still nothing.  You didn't cheat on Chad.  You may have been tempted,
you may have come close, but you didn't.  You are still the pure little
snowflake you've always been.  Don't go and fuck up what you have with Chad
by confessing to him something that never happened.  Do you hear me?"

   "I know.  I didn't cheat, but..."

   "but nothing.  Did you tell Ray you were engaged?"

   "Yes.  He's married, but he and his wife have an open marriage."

   Carla pursed her lips.  "So he just assumed you and Chad do too?"

   "Well, I was flirting with him." Denise shook her head.

   "Men!" Carla spat out.

   Denise smiled at her sister.  Carla was younger than her by two years,
but, in many ways, she was much more experienced than Denise.  She nodded
and reached for a tissue to wipe her tears.

   "God, I must look like a mess."

   "Guys'll do that to you."

   "It wasn't Ray's fault.  I teased him and flirted with him all night. 
No wonder he thought it was okay to kiss me.  Hell, I wanted him to kiss
me. God, Carla, do you know what it's like to want something forbidden so
bad."

   "Yes, I do, big sis.  But unlike you, I wouldn't have stopped until I
had his cock in my pussy."

   "Geez, Carla, you are so bad." Denise immediately regretted her words.
"I'm sorry, that just sounded so dirty."

   "That's cause I am dirty." Carla grinned.

   "Is it bad that I'm also worried that he will be mad about me rejecting
him?" Denise asked softly.  "I need the Fort Worth Beef account and I may
have screwed it up by flirting with Ray and then rejecting him."

   Carla shrugged.  "If he is, he'll get over it.  You didn't lie to him.
He knew you were engaged." She leaned over and gave Denise a hug.  "Now,
you get into some comfortable clothes.  We are going to watch cheesy chick
flicks all night and sleep late tomorrow.  It's the best way I know to
forget about doing something we regret."

   Sunday afternoon Chad called Denise.  His voice sounded strained.

   "I'm on my way back.  Mom's coming with me to take care of Becky.  I'm
really sorry, Denise, but I'm going to be working a lot of overtime over
the next couple of weeks."

   "Is everything okay, Chad?" Denise asked, concerned.  She'd never heard
Chad sound so stressed.

   "Do you remember the accident with the bleacher at work a while back? 
Well during the night shift on Saturday we had a grinder seize up.  A
bearing went out.  It caused a huge problem and we lost nearly a thousand
pounds of beef.  I've got to figure out what is going on and get it fixed."

   "It's okay, Chad.  Do you need me to do anything?"

   "Nah, mom's got it covered with Becky.  We did get the big feeder at the
ranch fixed so that'll help dad out and I got the well engine on the north
section up and running.  Turned out I just had to run the injectors so it
only took a couple of hours."

   "That's good."

   "Yeah, I wish I could have got the small tractor running.  I was going
to work on that today before coming home."

   "It's okay.  Love you, Chad." And she did.  She really did love him.  He
was everything she wanted in a man: loyal, kind, and loving.  And he was a
wonderful lover.  Every time she was with him, it was magical.  The way he
was so focused on her, so giving, so gentle.

   After they hung up, Denise sat and stared at her phone.  She had stopped
it with Ray.  She'd passed the test.  Now she could move forward, knowing
that she could be faithful to Chad for the rest of her life.  She took a
deep breath and forced a smile onto her face.  Nodding to herself, she
curled up on the couch.  She could be faithful to Chad.  She would be
faithful to Chad.

   Monday morning she got to work early and by eight she had emailed Ray
all the information he'd asked for.  The morning was filled with meetings
and phone calls to customers and handling a couple of minor emergencies
that always seemed to plague Monday mornings.  At just after two, she got a
call from Terra, the company receptionist, asking her to come to the front
lobby.

   There on the front desk was a beautiful bouquet of yellow tulips.  The
card read.  "Thank you!  The answers you gave me let me impress the board.
Here is to the start of a beautiful business relationship.  Ray West - Fort
Worth Beef"

   Terra grinned up at her.  "Someone has an admirer." She hadn't read the
card.

   "It's from Forth Worth Beef.  They are happy with our software."

   "They must be very happy to send flowers." Terra gave her a wink.

   Denise blushed but before she could respond her boss, Darren Davis,
popped around the corner.

   "Denise," he called, "can you come to my office." He turned and
disappeared back down the hallway.

   "Oh well, it felt nice for a few seconds." Denise gave an exaggerated
sigh and Terra laughed.

   As she closed the door to Darren's office behind her, Denise felt her
stomach clench.  Darren was a generally unpleasant man.  He expected
everyone under him to do whatever it took to make the customer happy and
Denise wondered which of her accounts was upset enough to have called him.

   He pointed to a chair.  "Have a seat, Denise." He waited until she was
seated and then a smile broke out on his face.  "I just got a call from
Mike Jibbs over at Fort Worth Beef." Mike Jibbs was the chairman of the
board for the meat packing company.  "He just wanted to commend us on our
customer service.  It seems their account rep has gone above and beyond in
making sure that the software and hardware we sold them is working properly
and they couldn't be happier.  Mike even said he'd be recommending Symtech
to other companies looking for what we offer." He leaned back, his smile
never fading.  "Good Job, Denise."

   She was shocked.  In the four years she'd worked for Darren, he'd never
told her "Good Job" before.  The praise caused Denise to blush and grin
like a school girl.

   "Thank you, Sir.  I know this is an important account."

   "No." Darren shook his head.  "Thank you.  You have a great track record
of taking difficult customers and making them happy.  That is why you were
given the FWB account.  You have made me proud.  I also spoke with their
Nutritional Research manager, Ray West."

   Denise's stomach tightened.  What had Ray told him?  Surely he hadn't
mentioned kissing her.

   Darren paused and looked at her before continuing, "He couldn't say
enough about how hard you worked to get him answers and that all of your
answers were right.  He even said you answered questions he didn't even
have yet and that was a huge help.  Overall they are very pleased, not only
with our products but with, in their words, our exceptional support and
customer service."

   Denise felt the air escape her lungs and realized she'd been holding her
breath.  Ray, obviously, had not been upset by her rejection.  That made
her feel better.

   "Oh, one more thing, Ray West and Bob Simms are coming here on
Wednesday. They want a demo of our large protein analyzer line.  I want you
to do the demo.  Get with Engineering and get everything set up."

   Denise nodded.  She'd only demoed the protein analyzer once before, but
she knew she could handle it.

   That night she called Chad before going to bed.  He sounded winded when
he answered his cell phone.

   "Chad," he simply said.

   "Hey, lover!" Denise breathed into the phone.

   "Oh, Hi, Denise." He paused and she could hear him shifting the phone.
"What's up sweetheart?"

   "I just wanted to talk.  Do you have a minute?" Denise was disappointed
in his response.  He seemed distracted.

   "Well, I'm still at work, but sure, I always have time to talk to you."

   "You're still at work?  Baby, it's ten-thirty."

   "Oh, crap, really?"

   "Chad, what's going on?  I know there was an accident and then you told
me some piece of equipment broke down, but why are you still at work?"

   Chad sighed heavily.  "It's not good, Denise.  You met Billy Lumbar
before right?"

   "The kid who got married last year?"

   "Yeah, him.  Six weeks ago he walked in on his wife with another man. 
It tore him up bad.  I gave him a week off to deal with it and I thought he
and his wife were working it out."

   "What does that have to do with you working late?"

   "Well, I guess he's been more distracted than I thought.  He is the
mechanic that was supposed to have replaced the seals on the bleacher. 
Turns out he screwed it up bad and the bleacher accident was his fault.  He
was also the guy who did the maintenance on the grinder.  He missed the
worn bearing and didn't lube everything right.  The grinder was his fault
too.  There have been other things before this too.  Jack wants me to fire
him, but right now Billy doesn't need that.  I'm up here re-inspecting all
of his work for the last two months.  I've already found another piece of
equipment that could have failed because of him."

   "I'm sorry, Chad." Denise didn't know what to say.  She knew Chad well
enough to know he would work himself to death if that would save the young
man's job.  "Good luck, tonight.  Don't worry, it will all work out okay."

   "Thanks, Denise.  I love you.  Sorry I couldn't see you today."

   "It's okay, baby.  Is Becky okay?  Do you need anything from me?"

   "Yeah, Becky is having a blast with Mom.  I think we are all set.  I'm
just going to finish up here and head home.  I promise I'll make it up to
you once all this is worked out."

   "Love you too, babe.  Take care.  Let me know if you need anything."

   By Wednesday she was feeling frustrated.  She'd masturbated that
morning, just to take the edge off, but thoughts of Ray had kept intruding.
She'd finally relented and came to the image of Ray fucking her deeply, his
lips kissing her as her orgasm peaked.

   At work, she was ready for the demo and when the two men arrived she
greeted them and led them into the demo room.  The demo went flawlessly and
Darren and Ray both were grinning by the end.  The demo, it turned out, was
to sell Bob Simms on their analyzers.  The ones Fort Worth Beef had in
their lab were getting old and they were looking to upgrade.  It would be
an order worth around two million dollars to replace the thirty analyzers
they currently had.  Bob and Darren went to Darren's office to discuss the
deal leaving Ray and Denise alone.

   "You did a great job on the demo, Denise." Ray smiled at her.  "I knew
you would."

   "Thanks, Ray, and thank you for the flowers too.  They are beautiful."

   "So are you." He touched her arm, looking deep into her eyes.

   She didn't flinch at his touch, nor did she stop him although a small
voice in the back of her head urged her too.  He moved a little closer and
she could smell his cologne.

   "Denise, I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me," Ray said
softly.

   She smiled up at him.  Without her meaning to, her other hand went to
his chest, laying softly on him.

   "I'm not, Ray." She could feel her chest pounding and his touch was
electrifying.  "I'm glad you're not upset with me."

   He smiled down at her.  "I could never be upset with you." He put a hand
over hers on his chest, holding it gently.  "Oh, I just remembered.  Coke's
friend won't be able to come to the concert on Saturday.  That means we
have an extra ticket.  You're the only other Air Supply fan I know.  Would
you go with us?"

   "Your wife will be there?"

   "Yes, and our friend, Coke."

   Denise hesitated.  She should at least ask Chad first.  But she'd really
wanted to see Air Supply in concert and this might be her last chance.  The
band wasn't getting any younger and who knew when they would decide to
retire.  If Ray's wife and friend were there, it would be safe, wouldn't
it? She finally smiled up at Ray.

   "I'd love to go, Ray.  When does it start?"

   "The concert starts at eight, but we usually go have an appetizer before
the concert.  We'll pick you up around six?"

   Denise felt excitement bloom in her stomach.  She was going to see Air
Supply in concert.  She told herself the excitement had nothing to do with
spending more time with Ray.

   Nodding, she stepped a half-step closer to him, bringing herself right
up to him.  "That's perfect.  I can't wait."

   His hand slid from her arm around her shoulders and down to the small of
her back as he leaned forward.  His face was turned down toward her and she
tilted her head back to keep eye contact with him.  Slowly their lips met
and she melted into his arms.  Their kiss grew passionate, their tongues
entwining.  His hand slid down to cup her bottom and she followed suit,
sliding her free hand down over his butt, fondling him firmly.  His other
hand slid down her arm and onto her breast and she moaned into his mouth.
She wanted him.  She needed him.  No thought of her fiancé entered her mind
as she lost herself in Ray's kiss and caress.

   Finally, after long moments, the thought of what she was doing and where
she was doing it crept into her consciousness.  Pushing back she sighed.

   "We can't, not here.  Someone might see."

   Ray stepped back and smiled at her as he nodded.  "I'll see you
Saturday." Turning he left the demo room.

   Immediately guilt swept through her.  What had she just done?  Why was
she so helpless around this man?  She didn't love him.  It was just a
crush. So why couldn't she resist him?  She fixed her makeup using the
compact from her purse and rushed back to her office.  Closing the door she
called her mother.  If anyone knew how to help her, it would be her mom. 
After talking to her mother about nothing much she finally summoned her
courage.

   "Mom, I need to talk to you about something serious.  Can I come over
tonight?"

   "Sure dear.  I'll send your father out for a while so we can be alone."

   Obviously, her mother had heard the seriousness in her voice.  She
didn't pry further, though.  Denise was almost in tears by the time she
hung up.  She spent the next thirty minutes getting herself under control
and just when she felt she could function again, her phone rang.

   "We got the sale!" Darren was nearly shouting.  "You did it, Denise.  We
got the sale.  All two point one million dollars of it!  Great job!  You
may have just single-handedly saved this company.  We still have some work
to do with contracts, but Bob was very impressed with the equipment and
with you."

   She knew it was an exaggeration to say she'd saved the company, but
Denise still felt pride that she'd done a good job and they'd made the
sale. The satisfaction from her job warred with the guilt she felt for
having kissed Ray again.  She felt even guiltier that when she broke the
kiss she'd indicated that she would have kept kissing him in different
circumstances.  And she knew she would have.

   That night she sat on her mom's couch, holding her hands in her lap. 
Her mom brought her a cup of coffee and then sat down beside her.

   "Okay, Snow White, what is upsetting my beautiful princess's fairy tale?
Did Chad do something?"

   Snow White was an old nickname her parents used for her.  Her father had
once commented on how she was as pure as Snow White and it had stuck.  It
didn't help that she did bear a resemblance to the fairy tale princess.

   "No mother, not Chad.  Me." Denise was near tears again.  "Oh, mom, I
kissed another man last week and then today I saw him again and we kissed
again."

   Her mom nodded slowly.  "So my little Snow White isn't so pure after
all. Oh baby, everyone goes through this.  I remember the first time I
cheated on your father.  I felt terrible for weeks."

   "You cheated on dad?" Denise's eyes went wide.

   "A few times.  Well, more than a few, I guess.  He's had his affairs
too. We are human, Denise.  It happens.  Tell me, do you love Chad?"

   Denise stared at her mother.  She'd always believed her mom and dad had
the perfect relationship.  Her mother couldn't have shocked her more if she
slapped her.

   "Well, dear, do you?"

   "Do I what, mother?"

   "Do you love Chad?"

   "Yes!  I love him so much.  If he found out about Ray, I'd die"

   "Ray is your kisser?"

   "Yes." Denise dropped her eyes.

   "Do you love Ray?"

   Denise shook her head.  "No, that's what is so crazy.  I just have this
crazy crush on him, but he is married."

   Grace, Denise's mother, looked at her, her face not showing any emotion.
"Does his wife know about you?"

   Denise shrugged.  "I don't know.  He says they are polyamorous.  He
invited me to go to a concert on Saturday with him.  His wife and another
friend will be going with us."

   Grace nodded.  "You have kissed him twice and then agreed to go to a
concert with him.  Doesn't seem like you are fighting this crush very
hard."

   "I am, mom.  I really am.  I'm just losing the fight."

   "How many times have you jilled yourself while thinking of him?"

   Denise was shocked by the question.  "Mom?"

   "Oh come on.  How many times?"

   "I don't know, several.  How did you know I masturbate?"

   Grace rolled her eyes.  "Everyone does.  It's not a big secret.  So you
have gotten off on the thought of this man, you've kissed him and you've
agreed to go on a date with him.  Are you going to fuck him?"

   Denise's world was in shambles.  Everything she thought she knew was
crashing down around her.  Her mother and father's perfect relationship was
not perfect.  She wasn't able to resist being seduced by Ray and her
mother, rather than condemning her and setting her straight was acting
almost like it was okay.  She was being so matter of fact about everything
Denise was telling her.  Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed.

   Her mother grabbed a tissue and leaned forward.  "I'm sorry, princess.
Come here." Her mom took her in her arms and held her close.  "It's okay.
Let me tell you a story."

   Grace dabbed Denise's tears with the tissue and then pulled Denise
closer to rest her daughter's head on her bosom.

   "You're father asked me to marry him when I was twenty-two.  I was young
and had only had a dozen or so lovers before him.  Six months after we
married I met an older gentleman.  He was so charming and I seduced him."

   "Did father know?"

   "Yes, I told him after six months of continuing my affair with Gerald.
Like I said, I felt guilty.  At first your father wasn't happy about it,
but we talked it through.  I loved Frank and didn't want to lose him, but I
loved Gerald to and didn't want to lose what I had with him either.  After
a while Frank and Gerald became friends."

   Denise pulled away from her mother.  "I never knew."

   "Gerald died when you were just three.  A heart attack at the age of
fifty-two." Grace's eyes showed the pain she felt at the memory.

   "And dad was okay with you having an affair?"

   "He understood.  Besides, he has had his affairs as well.  Do you
remember Nancy Yates?"

   "Yeah," Denise drew the word out.

   "She and your father were intimate for several years.  When she became
pregnant she decided to `settle down' and ended the affair.  Frank was
always honest with me about it.  There have been others for both of us
throughout the years.  In fact, when I told Frank you needed to talk to me
alone, he called his latest mistress, Rachael Wimsley, and they are on a
date tonight.  I'm sure he'll fuck her before he comes home."

   "And you're okay with that?"

   "It doesn't mean he doesn't love me.  After all these years I know he
does.  You kissing Ray doesn't mean you don't love Chad.  Listen to your
heart.  You still love him.  I see it in your eyes when you talk about him
and when I see you guys together.  But you need to be honest with him."

   "I can't, mother." Denise shook her head.  "His ex-wife cheated on him
and it hurt him deeply.  On our first date I told him I was a one-man woman
and demanded he be a one-woman man.  Now I'm ruining all of that." Tears
again flowed from her eyes.  "This is not who I am, mom.  It's not who I
want to be."

   "Well, you always have a choice, but I think you are selling yourself
short.  You have always dreamed of a fairy tale, but they don't exist in
the real world.  Women and men both have the capacity to love more than one
person at a time.  Beyond that, they have a need for love and closeness and
sometimes they need that with more than one person as well.  Oh, I know why
you think that.  Our idiotic society thrives on lies.  People preach all
the time that monogamy is right, all the while they are boffing someone
else on the side.  It amazes me how many hypocrites we have in the world
and have since the beginning of time."

   Denise shook her head.  This hadn't gone as she expected at all.

   "Talk to Chad.  He deserves your honesty.  If he can't handle it then he
isn't the man you should marry.  Because if he is honest, he'll know that
sometime he'll slip up.  You may find he is more open to this than you
believe."

   "But what if he's not?  What if he calls off the wedding?  What if he
hates me?"

   "I've met Chad.  He is a good man.  I don't know what he'll do when you
talk to him, but he deserves to know.  You deserve to be happy too,
though."

   Denise thought about what her mom was telling her.  Now was not the
right time to have this talk with Chad.  His work was being so stressful.
She didn't want to pile on top of that.  Finally, she nodded her head.  She
would talk to Chad, but not until his work calmed down.

   "Thanks, mom.  Does Carla know about your affairs?"

   "Yes, baby, but I told her not to tell you.  It was probably wrong of
me, but I didn't want my Snow White to know her mother wasn't who she
thought she was.  Your sister was always a wild child and she needed to
know that was okay."

   Denise nodded.  "So what do I do about Saturday."

   "That's up to you.  I say go and enjoy the concert and if the
opportunity arises, indulge yourself and fuck Ray's brains out."

   "Mom!"

   "I'm serious.  Even if you choose not to tell Chad, if you deny yourself
this, you will grow to resent him and that will eventually destroy your
love.  Besides, once you fuck Ray you may find that it just makes you
appreciate Chad even more."

   "I'm not going to fuck Ray.  I'm just not.  I won't do that to Chad. 
He's such a good man and I love him." Denise shook her head.

   "Then why are you here, princess?"

   Denise left her mom's with a lot on her mind.  Her mother hadn't told
her what she'd thought she would.  In fact, completely the opposite.  She
wasn't sure about what her mom had told her.  It had rocked her image of
the perfect marriage.  It was obvious that her parents still loved each
other.  She could tell they did each time she saw them together.  The way
they looked at each other and held hands and kissed.  It all showed how
much they loved and were devoted to each other.  But they both had other
lovers.  Her mother accepted it as normal and so, apparently, did her
father.  But could she?  Could Chad?

   She slept fitfully that night with dreams of Ray and Chad filling her
night.

   The next day at work she was again called to the front desk.  This time
the flowers were a dozen red roses and she felt a little bit of panic when
she saw them.  Ray shouldn't have sent flowers like that.  He hadn't, it
turned out.  They were from Chad.

   "Sorry I haven't been able to spend time with you.  I love you dearly.
Chad." The card read.  Breathing deeply of the beautiful roses, Denise
smiled.

   Terra gave her a wicked smile.  "Two men sending you flowers.  You lucky
girl, you." She put her chin in her hands and gave Denise a dreamy smile.

   "Oh hush.  The yellow ones were from Fort Worth Beef.  These," she said
as she lifted them and sniffed deeply, "are from the love of my life."

   Terra grinned at her.  "If you say so." The receptionist gave Denise a
wink.

   Denise blushed and took the flowers back to her desk, sitting them
beside the still fresh bouquet that Ray had given her.  A few minutes later
her cell phone buzzed.  It was Chad.

   "Hey lover.  Thanks for the flowers," Denise breathed into the phone.

   "Hey babe.  Did you like them?" Chad's voice sounded so tired that
Denise immediately felt sorry for him.

   "They're beautiful.  How's it going?  Are you getting Billy's problem
straightened out?"

   "Yeah.  About that, I just called to tell you that I can't make our date
tonight."

   Denise had forgotten they had planned on going out tonight.  With
everything else going on it had slipped her mind.

   "It's okay, Chad.  I understand." Denise took a deep breath and decided
to just tell Chad about Saturday.  "Um, Chad, I got invited to a concert
Saturday night.  It's Air Supply."

   "Oh." There was a pause.  "Who invited you?"

   Denise took another deep breath.  "Ray West, the guy from Fort Worth
Beef.  His wife and another friend are going.  The friend's boyfriend
backed out so they had an extra ticket and invited me." She said it all in
a rush.

   Chad was quiet for a moment.  "I know you love Air Supply.  Enjoy the
concert.  I have to work Saturday night anyway."

   "I love you, Chad.  I'm sorry your work is so bad right now."

   "I love you too, Denise.  Um, look, I'll talk to you again on Sunday. 
Maybe we can go have a late lunch or something."

   "I'd love that Chad."

   Saturday came and Denise slept late.  After getting up she ate a light
brunch with Carla.  Carla had a new boyfriend she really liked and Denise
listened as her sister gushed about him.  Her mind wasn't on the
conversation, though.  She was imagining the concert.  She hoped they would
play "The One That You Love" because that was her favorite.  She could just
imagine hearing Russell Hitchcock singing in that beautiful voice of his.

   She lazed around the house until three and then started getting ready.
She took a long bath, shaved her legs, trimmed her pubic hair, and then
applied lotion liberally, all the while thinking about Chad.  She hoped he
was okay.  He'd sounded so tired on Wednesday.

   Thinking of her fiancé she began to rub herself.  Soon her breathing
quickened and her nipples hardened.  She pinched her nipples, imagining it
was Chad suckling on her.  A finger dipped between her pussy lips,
gathering up a little of her nectar to act as a lubricant.  She brought her
finger up to circle her nub.  Moaning, she pictured Chad between her legs,
his powerful legs pushing hers apart.  She spread her legs as far as she
could.  She dreamed of Chad pressing into her, taking her.  She needed him.
Thrusting up against her own hand she let her finger circle her clit.  In
her mind, Chad was sucking on her pussy, tasting her nectar.  She felt her
orgasm begin and she wanted Chad there to share it with her.  She wanted
him inside her.  As her climax washed over her she pinched her nipple and
sighed as she came.

   Relaxing in the afterglow of her self-induced orgasm she realized that
it had been solely Chad she'd imagined.  It was a relief to know that. 
Maybe she was over her crush.  Looking at the clock she realized that Ray
would be there in less than an hour.  She hurriedly finished up her bath,
dried off, did her hair and put on just a little makeup.  With that done
she went to her closet.  Carla came in to help her pick her outfit and
together they looked through her wardrobe.

   "Don't you own anything, not frumpy?" Carla asked holding up a mid-calf
paisley skirt.

   "What about this?" Denise pulled out a short denim skirt.  It fell about
halfway down her thighs.

   "Better.  I wish I had time to hem three inches off it for you." Carla
took it from her and threw it on the bed.

   "Wait, I'm not wearing that!" Denise laughed.

   "Yes, you are.  It will go good with this." Carla lifted up a halter
style blouse.  "You're going to an eighties band concert so you're wearing
eighties style.  It'll be good."

   "I don't want Ray seeing me in that.  I'm just going with jeans and a
t-shirt.  It'll work and not send the wrong message."

   "I thought you wanted to fuck him."

   "No!  I absolutely do not want to fuck him.  God, Carla, you are as bad
as mother."

   "Oh, and what did mother tell you?  Come on.  Spill it big sister."

   Denise pulled a pair of jeans off a hanger and threw them on the bed. 
They were her tightest jeans and really made her look good.

   "She told me that she has had affairs and that dad has too."

   "Yawn.  That's old news.  Did she tell you about the wild sex parties
they have?"

   "Mom and dad don't have wild sex parties!"

   "Are you sure?"

   "Carla, you are crazy.  Mom is fifty-two.  Dad is fifty-four.  They
don't have wild sex parties."

   Carla looked at her with a coy smile on her face.  "Okay, I won't
destroy any more of your illusions." She winked at Denise.

   "You're terrible.  Which t-shirt should I wear?"

   Carla lifted up an old midriff length t-shirt with the Air Supply band
logo stenciled across the top.  It was the only Air Supply t-shirt she
owned.

   "Come on, you have to wear it." Carla grinned at her.

   "Okay, now get out so I can dress." Denise shooed Carla out.

   "I'm going out with Todd, tonight so I won't be home," Carla said from
the door.  "So if you get lucky, you have the whole house to yourself."
Carla gave her a wink and then closed the door behind her.

   The jeans were low riders and with the midriff shirt not covering
anything below her chest, she didn't want anyone seeing her panties, so she
picked an especially low riding thong that was a very pretty pink color. 
The matching dainty bra came next.  After she'd pulled the jeans and
t-shirt on she looked at herself in the mirror and grinned.  She did look
good.  She pulled out a sturdy set of running shoes to go with it.  She'd
been to concerts before and knew she wanted comfortable shoes.

   It was just before six when the doorbell rang.  Denise answered it to
find Ray standing there.  He was wearing tight black jeans with a red and
blue "Air Supply" world tour t-shirt.  A black Escalade sat in the driveway
and she could see a woman with spiky platinum blonde hair in the driver's
seat.

   "Are you ready?" Ray asked, smiling at her.  His eyes dipped briefly
taking in her outfit then snapped back to her eyes.  "I love your outfit."

   "Thanks, Ray.  I really appreciate you guys inviting me."

   Ray took her hand in his and they walked to the car.  As they walked
past the front of the SUV she saw that the front passenger seat was taken
by a petite woman with short brown hair.  Sitting next to the much larger
platinum blonde, she looked tiny.  Ray opened the back door and let her in.
She climbed in and slid across to the seat behind the driver.

   "Denise, this is my wife Jill." The driver turned around and gave her a
smile.

   "Ray has told me so much about you.  I'm glad you could join us."

   "Thanks.  I love Air Supply and I'm excited about getting to see the
concert." Denise smiled at the woman.

   "And this is Coke, our little wild thing," Ray said and the brunette
gave her a warm smile as her eyes openly looked Denise up and down.

   "Don't you look just good enough to eat?  I see why Ray is so smitten
with you.  I could fall for you pretty easily too." Coke laughed.

   "Be good, Coke.  We've just met her.  You don't want to scare her off."
Jill chided the brunette.

   Denise forced a laugh, wondering what she'd got herself into.  Ray
reached over and put his hand on hers.  His touch thrilled her much more
than she wanted it to.

   "Don't mind them.  They are just being playful.  Aren't you girls."

   Coke gave Ray a grin and smiled at Denise.  "We are always playful, Ray.
You know that." Coke licked her lips and winked at Denise as Jill wheeled
the SUV out of the driveway.

   They drove across Irving until they reached Crystal's Bar and Grill. 
The ride had been mostly uneventful even though Ray had held her hand the
entire trip and Coke and Jill had made very sexually loaded comments at
every opportunity.  In the parking lot, they all piled from the SUV.  Out
of the vehicle, Denise got her first good look at what the other two women
were wearing.

   Jill had on tight blue jeans with several stylish rips across her
thighs. She wore a tight t-shirt with a picture of a screaming Dee Snyder
on the front and the Twisted Sister logo on the back.  The look was good
for a concert.  Coke's attire surprised Denise, though.  The petite woman
wore a shark-bite shirt that clearly showed her black bra through the rips
and only came down to just under her breasts.  Below that she wore a short
flouncy skirt that barely covered her crotch.  Her midriff was completely
exposed, showing off a pierced belly button with a beautiful diamond stud.

   Coke clutched one of Denise's hands and Ray held the other while they
filed into the bar.  They sat at a tall table in the bar area, with Jill
sitting across from her.  Sitting down, Denise glanced over at Coke.  Her
skirt was pulled up enough that Denise had a clear view of the crotch of
the thong Coke was wearing.

   "So, Denise, Ray has told me so much about you.  I'm really glad you got
to come to the concert tonight.  I've wanted to get to know the woman that
my husband has been fantasizing about." Jill grinned and leaned forward.

   Denise was floored.  Ray had told his wife he was fantasizing about her.
She looked over at Ray, not knowing what to say.  This brought a laugh from
Jill.

   "It's okay, Denise." Jill winked.  "I don't mind Ray playing with other
women.  He's told you that we have an open relationship, right?"

   Denise nodded in a slight daze.  "So, you really don't mind."

   Coke leaned over closer to Denise.  "I can tell you from experience that
Ray's cock is divine."

   "You?" Denise jerked her head around to look at Coke.  "And him?" Her
head swiveled back to Ray.  He was grinning like a schoolboy.

   Suddenly Denise was filled with doubt.  Ray was married to this
incredibly sexy woman and he was sleeping with the wild little minx beside
her.  He probably didn't even want her.

   Ray reached over and put his hand on hers, but it was Coke that brought
her head around again.

   "Oh yeah, and he makes me cum like a freight train every time."

   Denise looked from Coke to Jill.  "And you're really okay with this?"

   "Why wouldn't I be Denise?  I don't own Ray any more than he owns me."
Her face went serious for a moment.  "But Ray tells me that you are
engaged. We won't do anything you don't want." Jill shot a stern look at
her husband.  "Will we, Ray?"

   "I've never forced myself on any woman, Jill.  You know that."

   "I know that, Ray, but I also know how persuasive you can be.  How hard
it can be to resist you." Jill turned back to Denise.  "Whatever happens
tonight is up to you and we will all still be friends tomorrow no matter
what it is, or isn't."

   Coke leaned over to her again.  "But I would love to play with you if
you're curious."

   Denise, eyes wide, looked at Coke.  Was the tiny woman joking?  She
watched Coke's tongue slip out and lick her lips and then Coke laughed and
sat back.  Jill laughed too.  Ray just shook his head.

   "Don't worry, Denise.  They're harmless.  Really." Ray squeezed her hand
gently, giving her a warm smile.

   That smile was so beautiful.  Warm, inviting, and exciting all at the
same time, his smile made her nipples hard and her pussy tingle.  She
smiled at him as she leaned toward him just a little.  He squeezed her hand
again and she put her other hand on top of his.  Glancing toward Jill, her
smile faded as she realized what she was doing.

   "I'm sorry, Jill." Denise pulled away from Ray.

   Jill laughed, her eyes twinkling.  "Don't be, Denise.  I like seeing Ray
happy, and I can see that you make him happy."

   "You're okay with this?"

   Jill leaned forward.  "Denise, I know this might be hard for you to
understand, but yes, I'm okay with my husband holding hands with another
woman.  I'm okay with him kissing you.  I'm okay with him making love to
you.  I want him to be happy and enjoy life."

   "Wow!" Denise shook her head.  "I don't know if I could feel that way. I
think if I saw Chad with another woman, I'd be so jealous."

   "Why should I be jealous?" Jill grinned at Denise.  "If Ray takes you to
bed with my permission, why would he leave me for you?  Since I'm not going
to forbid him from having you or punish him for it, what motivation could
he have for kicking me to the curb?" The blonde woman had a serious
expression on her face.  "On the other hand, if Ray wants you and I get
jealous or mad or if I punish him for something that is so natural, why
would he want to stay with me?" She paused letting her words sink in.

   Denise shook her head.  "But don't you want him to be devoted to you? 
Don't you want to know he'll always be there for you?"

   Jill smiled.  "I do know that.  Ray and I are deeply in love.  Just
because he loves another person doesn't change that.  When things go bad,
and they have at times, I know Ray will be there for me.  When my
grandmother passed away, he was there.  I remember crying on his shoulder
and him just holding me." She looked at Ray with love in her eyes.  "He is
a wonderful husband.  I know for sure that if I told him not to ever see
you, or any of his lovers, again he would do it.  But I also know how much
pain that would cause him.  I never want to cause him pain." Jill reached
over and put her hand on Ray's leg.  "The key is honesty.  If Ray ever
started hiding things from me, then I would begin to worry.  In every
relationship honesty is the key, but in an open relationship it is even
more critical."

   "Do you have other lovers too?" Denise asked, her hand was back on
Ray's.

   Jill leaned forward.  "Of course I do.  I'm a very sexual woman and I am
very bi." She gave Denise a wink.  "I have several boyfriends and
girlfriends.  I've never hidden this from Ray."

   "I enjoy watching her with others, both men and women.  It is intensely
erotic to watch your wife cum." Ray rubbed her arm gently.  "But for me, it
is more than just the erotic value.  I love knowing that my partner is this
free spirit, experiencing life, and living it to the fullest.  I wouldn't
keep her caged up for anything.  How could I say I love her while I prevent
her from living life the way she wants to live it?"

   Denise nodded, taking in everything they had said.  It went against
everything she'd believed for years, but she questioned if what she
believed had all been based on lies anyway.  The revelation from her mother
that her parents had an open relationship of sorts had shaken her to the
core.

   The waiter came and took their drink orders.  Jill openly eyed him up
and down, letting her eyes linger on his crotch as he stood next to her. 
They sat and chatted and the conversation turned to the concert and then to
other bands the group enjoyed.  It turned out that Jill and Denise shared
taste in music, both loving the slow soft rock bands of the early eighties
as well as some of the less popular female rock artists.  By the time they
paid the bill and headed to the concert, Denise had come to think of Jill
and Coke as friends.

   Their tickets for the show put them just above the mosh pit.  There was
a wide aisle in front of their seats which gave them room to stand up and
move without the actual crush of the pit.  The lead-in band was a rough
sounding rock band from Boston and they were happy when they finished their
set and Air Supply took the stage.

   The entire crowd was on their feet as the band opened with "All Out of
Love." By the time they were on the third song, "Making Love Out of Nothing
at All" Ray was behind her with his arms around her waist holding her
tenderly as they swayed to the music.  She felt his lips brush her neck and
instinctively laid her head to the side to give him more room.  One of his
hands slipped up to cup her breast and she didn't stop him.  She could feel
his erection pressing into her back and she pushed back, rubbing him.

   Turning in his arms, she pulled his mouth to hers and without even
thinking about his wife being right beside them, she kissed him deeply.  He
dropped a hand to her butt, caressing her, while his other hand cupped her
breast through the t-shirt and bra.  Moaning into his mouth she accepted
his tongue and gave hers to him.  She could feel his excitement and she
dropped her hand down to rub his cock through his pants.

   "I want you tonight," Ray whispered into ear between songs.

   "I want you too." She husked back to him and then pulled his mouth back
to hers.

   They continued to make out through the rest of the concert.  The music
and the wonderful feeling of Ray holding and kissing her made her heart
race.  Denise was both disappointed and excited when the band left the
stage.  When the lights came up and the crowd started making its way out of
the auditorium Coke came up from the mosh pit holding the hand of young
man. Denise hadn't even realized that she'd left.

   "Can we give Jeremy a ride home?" Coke grinned as she reached them.

   Jill smiled at the grinning man.  "Sure." She winked at Coke.  "Does he
know what he's in for?"

   "He should, I gave him a blowjob in the pit during the concert.  That's
why he needs a ride home."

   Denise didn't understand.  "Come again?"

   "Oh, he will." Coke laughed then added.  "He's on a double date, but his
girlfriend got mad and told him to find his own way home."

   "Well, we have plenty of room." Jill looked him up and down.  "You think
you can handle two women tonight?"

   "I'm sure I can." He said, his southern drawl coming through strong.

   Jill grabbed him and kissed him deeply, grabbing his crotch as she did.
Denise saw his eyes go wide and then shut as the kiss lingered.

   "Don't worry, we'll make your night one to remember" Jill said when she
pulled back.

   At the car, Coke and Jeremy climbed into the back seat.  Ray sat in the
middle with Jill driving and Denise in the passenger seat.  Before they
even got out of the parking lot sounds of grunting and moaning came from
the very back as Coke and her new boyfriend were kissing and pawing at each
other.  Jill laughed as she caught Denise turning and looking back. 
Unfortunately, the dark interior of the SUV prevented her from seeing much.

   By the time they reached her house, Denise was sure that Coke was
actually fucking Jeremy in the back seat.  The thought both mortified and
thrilled her.  The SUV was bouncing as she got out.  Ray leaned up and
whispered something to Jill and then walked her to her front door.

   "What did you say to Jill?" Denise asked, looking up at him with a
twinkle in her eye.  She wished he would come in and spend the night, but
wasn't sure that would happen.

   "I told her that if you invited me in, she should go on home.  I'd find
a way home tomorrow." Ray smiled down at her.

   Denise smiled at him and then looked over at the SUV and waved.  "Would
you like a cup of coffee?" She opened the door, smiling up at him.

   As the door closed behind them, Denise heard Jill pull out of the
driveway.  She smiled at Ray and led him to the living room.  Ray took her
into his arms, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.  She melted into his
arms, cooing softly as her lips brushed hers.  His hand went to her butt,
cupping it.  He held her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding
him to her.  The kiss grew urgent and their tongues danced together.  She
felt her chest heaving as her breathing quickened.  She wanted him and
nothing was going to stop her tonight.  She would deal with the
consequences later, but tonight her passion and need for this man consumed
her.

   As their kiss ended, Ray smiled at her.  "I don't really want coffee."

   "Me either." Denise took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

   In the bedroom, Denise turned to Ray, pulling him down to a kiss.  As
their lips met she dropped one hand down his back and pulled herself into
him, pressing her crotch against his thigh.  She felt his hand cup her butt
and she sighed into his mouth.

   "I want you.  I want you now.  I don't care that you are married or that
I'm engaged.  I don't care about anything except us, right here, right
now." Denise gazed up at him.  "Fuck me, Ray.  Fuck me and make me scream."

   Ray grinned at her.  "It's a tall order, but I'll do my best."

   He pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her pink bra.  As soon as
her shirt was gone, Denise grabbed Ray's belt and quickly released it. 
Hurriedly she unsnapped his pants and lowered his fly, pushing his pants
down as she did.  While she was doing that, Ray reached around her and
deftly unsnapped her bra.

   With her eyes focused on Ray's swelling groin, Denise shrugged her bra
off, letting it fall to the floor.  She stepped back giving Ray the
opportunity to step out of his jeans leaving him in just his briefs.  She
started to unbutton her jeans as well, but Ray stopped her.

   "Let me." Ray knelt in front of her.  Moving her hands from the button
on her jeans, he unfastened it slowly.

   Denise reached down and pulled his shirt up, forcing him to raise his
hands above his head to allow her to remove it.  Once his shirt was off,
Ray slid a hand down to her calf.  Raising her leg tenderly, he slipped her
shoe and sock from her foot and then repeated the process on the other
foot; the entire time his eyes never left hers.  His hands slid up her
calves, past her knees, over her thighs, on up until they reached the top
button on her jeans.  With his eyes still focused on hers, he slowly
unbuttoned the top button.

   Denise let her hands rest on his shoulders.  Conflicting emotions raged
inside her.  Lust, desire, fear, and a tiny kernel of guilt warred to
assert themselves.  He undid the second of the three buttons holding her
jeans up.  She wanted him so bad.  She needed to feel his mouth on her, his
hands on her, his cock inside her.  Her bare stomach quivered at the nasty
thought.  His fingers manipulated the third button through the hole,
releasing it.

   With his eyes still locked on hers, Ray slid his hands to the waistband
of the jeans, one on each hip.  With practiced ease, he slowly drew her
jeans down exposing her pink thong panties.  As he pushed her jeans down
past her knees, his eyes finally left hers, flowing down to her bare
breasts and then lower, past her stomach and over the small triangle of
material barely covering her sex.

   "Nice," he whispered and then looked back up at her.  "Very sexy."

   The compliment made her blush and she felt the heat rise in her pussy.
He gently lifted one of her legs and slipped it free of the bunched up leg
of her jeans.  The next one followed and he tossed her jeans to the side.
Standing up, he took her into his arms.

   "You are the most beautiful, sexy, woman in the world." His lips touched
hers and she melted into his kiss.

   She knew the words were a lie.  She'd seen Jill and Coke and knew he had
other lovers as well.  She wasn't naďve enough to believe he didn't tell
them the same thing, but it didn't matter.  Right then, she loved hearing
his complements.

   His lips trailed down over her neck, one of his hands slid from her back
around to the front and cupped her bare breast, his thumb lightly stroking
her erect nipple.  She moaned as he kissed his way down her chest, kneeling
again as he did.  His mouth took her nipple between his lips and he suckled
for a moment, his tongue dancing around and over the crinkled bud.  She
felt her pussy getting damp and embarrassment joined in with the emotions
already battling inside her.

   "Just relax, my beautiful lady," Ray whispered again, his breath
exciting her nipple more.

   He took his time, licking and kissing and sucking on both of her breasts
and by the time he moved his mouth lower she wasn't just damp; she was wet.
His lips trailed down her quivering stomach and lingered on her navel.  As
he kissed her, he slipped a finger into the waistband of her thong on each
side and slowly drew them down exposing her pussy.

   She wasn't shaved, but she had trimmed her pubic hair close.  Her labia
were swollen and glistening with her nectar as the thong dropped to the
floor.  Ray kissed lower, down over her mons, almost to her pussy but then
he stopped and looked up at her.

   "Lay down." He said as he rose and guided her back to the bed.

   When she felt the mattress on the back of her thighs, Denise sat down,
thinking she would spin around to lie on the bed properly, but Ray had
other intentions.  As soon as her butt touched the mattress, he pushed her
shoulders back, forcing her to lie down sideways on the bed, her legs
hanging over the edge.  Kneeling between her legs, he spread them wide and
kissed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee.

   Taking his time, Ray kissed his way up her thigh.  She hungered for his
mouth to touch her pussy.  She longed to feel his tongue on her lips, his
lips on her clit.  She brought her hands to his head, guiding him to her
sex, but instead he moved his mouth to her other thigh and again started
just above her knee.

   Groaning in frustration, Denise tried to pull his head back up, but he
didn't relent.  With agonizing patience he slowly kissed up her thigh until
his mouth was once again almost on her pussy.

   "Tell me what you want." His breath on her sex thrilled her and
frustrated her.

   "I want you." She hissed.

   "No, Denise.  Tell me what you want."

   She wanted him to kiss her.  She wanted him to make her scream with
pleasure.  She wanted him to hold her in his arms and never let her go. 
But somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that wasn't what he wanted
her to say.  It wasn't like her to talk dirty during sex.  Oh, sometimes
when she masturbated, but that was only when she was alone.  But she wanted
to please Ray.  It was important to her that he enjoy this as much as she
was.

   "I want you to kiss my pussy." She moaned.

   His lips moved to hers and she felt him kiss her.

   "Yes.  Lick me.  Eat my pussy." It felt odd saying such nasty words but
it excited her too.  "That's it, baby, suck my clit.  Do it!  Oh!"

   She felt an orgasm spark inside her, growing as Ray's mouth worked
wonders on her pussy.  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his
shoulders.  Her hands gripped his head and held his mouth to her sex,
willing him to pleasure her.  And pleasure her, he did.  His tongue delved
deep between her lips and then slid up to glide over her clit.  Over and
over again he licked her.  He sucked her labia into his mouth, holding them
as his tongue bathed them.  Then as her juice ran freely into his mouth, he
moved up and took her clit between his lips, sucking it, flicking it with
his tongue.

   Her orgasm exploded through her body causing her hips to buck and
dislodge her lover.  He tried to return and she held him away as waves of
ecstasy washed over her.  Her chest heaved and tears ran from the corners
of her eyes as her orgasm crested and then waned.

   Ray stood up, removing his briefs.  He lifted her, turning her to put
her head near the headboard and then climbed onto the bed beside her.  She
turned on her side to face him and gave him a broad smile.

   "That was amazing." Denise trailed her hand down his chest, past his
stomach, to take his cock into her hand.

   Slowly she stroked him.  He was already erect.  Not nearly as large as
Chad, she realized, but still certainly enough to please a woman.  She kept
her eyes on his as she fondled his cock.  Leaning forward she kissed him
and felt his hand move to her hip.  She kissed over his cheek until she
reached his ear.

   "Now, you tell me what you want," she breathed.

   "I want to fuck you and make you scream."

   "Don't you want me to suck your cock like the slut you've made me?"

   He drew back from her, concern in his eyes.  "I haven't made you a slut,
Denise.  I don't think of you that way."

   She smiled at him.  "It's okay, Ray.  I want to be a slut for you." She
pushed him over onto his back and leaned over him.  "I want to be your slut
and do all the nasty things that Jill and Coke and all your other lovers do
for you."

   He seemed to relax a little and she leaned down to kiss him.  She kissed
down to his neck and then lower to his chest.  He didn't have nearly as
much hair on his chest as Chad did and he wasn't anywhere close to as
muscled as Chad either, but he was still fit and attractive and his nearly
hairless chest was different and exciting.

   She closed her mouth over one of his nipples, sucking it into her mouth
and biting it gently.  She let her tongue flick over it, just as he'd done
to her, and he groaned in response.  Kissing her way over his belly, she
reached lower and again took his cock into her hand.  Stroking him slowly
she kissed her way down until her mouth was inches from the tip of his
cock.

   "Do you want me to suck your cock, Ray?" Denise looked up at him as she
spoke.  "Do you want me to show you what a good little cock sucker, I can
be."

   Denise realized that the dirty talk was exciting her.  She'd never done
it with a man before but now she couldn't wait to talk dirty to Chad.  She
imagined all the nasty things she was going to say to her fiancé and how
excited it would make them both.  She stayed like that looking at Ray for a
moment and then moved down to lick the head of his cock.

   "Do you like that, Ray?  Do you want me to suck your cock?  Tell me,
Ray. Tell me what you want."

   "Do it, Denise.  Suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth." Ray
groaned.

   Denise took his cock into her mouth.  She'd never been able to
deepthroat Chad, but she could Ray.  The tip of his cock pressed against
the back of her throat causing her to gag slightly, but her lips were all
the way at the bottom of his shaft.  She let herself gag for a moment and
then pulled back off until just the tip was between her lips.  Circling the
tip of his cock with her tongue, she breathed through her nose, preparing
to go down again.  She slipped her hand down between Ray's legs and gently
squeezed Ray's balls, bringing another groan from her lover.  Driving her
mouth down his shaft she again took his cock all the way into her mouth.

   "Fuck, Denise, that is amazing.  Oh, yeah, baby, squeeze my balls."

   Denise did as he asked.  She worked his cock, up and down, her tongue
laving the underside when he was mostly out of her mouth.  She varied the
tempo as she sucked, rotating her mouth on his cock as much as she could.
Again and again, she took him deep and then withdrew.  His balls were
getting heavier and she knew he was close.  She pulled off and looked at
him.

   "Do it Ray.  Cum in my mouth.  Let me taste your cum." She immediately
took his cock back into her mouth and sucked on the knob, her tongue
circling it as she sucked.

   Ray grabbed her head but didn't force her down, he just held her.

   "I'm gonna cum.  Fuck!"

   His cum flooded her mouth and she quickly swallowed as fast as she
could. Jet after jet exploded from his cock, filling her mouth.  She never
stopped sucking as his cock jerked and twitched in her mouth.  His cum was
salty and just a little bitter, but not bad tasting and she savored every
drop he gave to her.  Finally his cock stopped twitching and she let it pop
from her mouth.  Looking Ray in the eye, she swallowed the last bit of his
seed and then smiled at him.

   "Mmm, I liked that."

   He smiled back.  "So did I, Denise.  You are an amazing woman.  I never
would have expected you to do that."

   "Why not, Ray?  Did you think I don't enjoy sex?"

   "No, not at all." He shrugged.  "I guess I didn't expect you to be so
good at it."

   "Sometimes, people are not who they seem.  Sometimes they just need to
come out of their shell." She crawled up the bed and lay down beside him,
her head on his arm.

   "You never cease to amaze me, Denise.  You are smart, kind, beautiful,
and loving."

   She smiled at his compliments.  "And you are a handsome rogue and a
corrupter of good women."

   "Have I corrupted, you?"

   "Oh yes.  I have been thoroughly corrupted by your charms." She dropped
her hand down and stroked his flaccid cock slowly.  "And as soon as you are
ready again, I want you to fuck my brains out."

   "Is this really what you want, Denise?" Concern was again in Ray's eyes.

   "Yes." She got a serious look on her face.  "I wouldn't have ever been
happy if I hadn't done this.  I would have always looked back on tonight
and wondered what could have been.  I don't want to regret my life."

   "And you're not going to regret this?"

   "I hope not.  I believe Chad may be open to this lifestyle.  On our
first date he told me he had just dated another woman who was a swinger. 
He seemed like she may have almost convinced him.  She might have convinced
him if his wife hadn't dumped their daughter on him right then.  I just
have to make him see that it won't be bad for his daughter."

   "If you're open to it, I have some friends who might be able to help
convince him."

   "Women friends, I bet." She grinned at him.  "Named Jill and Coke?"

   "Actually, I was thinking of a woman named Lilly; Lillian Melendez.  If
there is anyone who can make a man think with his cock instead of his
brain, she's it."

   "Well, I can't really object to him being with another woman anymore. 
She won't steal him from me will she?"

   "No, she is married and happily so.  She just had a baby about three
months ago but she is already looking fine and fucking like a rabbit."

   Her ministrations on his cock were having an effect and he was beginning
to stiffen.  He pulled her down to a kiss and his hand slipped down to cup
her ass.  Their kiss lingered as his cock became fully erect.  Denise slid
up to straddle him.

   "Fuck me, Ray."

   She positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and lowered herself
down onto him, feeling his cock penetrate her.  She was still wet and he
slid in easily." He didn't fill her the way that Chad did, but it still
felt amazing.

   She looked down at him.  His face was so handsome and that boyish smile
just made her want him more.  Rising up she almost went too far but stopped
with the head of his cock trapped between her lips.  She bore down on him
again, driving him deep and she heard him gasp.

   His hands came up to her breasts and he thumbed her nipples as she
continued to fuck him.  She could feel another orgasm building and she
leaned forward to change the angle of his cock so that the head would press
against her g-spot as she rode him.

   "Do it, Ray.  Cum in my pussy.  Make me your woman for tonight.  Cum
inside me and claim me." Her voice was a hiss forced through clenched teeth
as she fought to hold off her orgasm for just another minute.

   Sweat coated her chest and her legs were getting tired.  She twisted her
feet under Ray's legs and threw herself to the side, rolling off him and
dragging him up on top of her.

   "Fuck me, Ray.  Give me your cock.  Pound me like the slut I am."

   Ray didn't speak; he just started thrusting into her.  Using one hand on
the bed to hold his weight off her, he used the other hand to caress her
breast.  She slipped one hand down between them and began to furiously rub
her clit.  Her feet were locked behind his butt, pulling him into her.

   "Harder, Ray.  Fuck me harder." She grunted; jaws still closed tight.

   He picked up his pace.  His eyes clenched shut and his brow furrowed. 
She felt his cock swell inside her and she allowed herself to cum with him.
Both of them moaned loudly as their mutual orgasms overwhelmed them.  Ray
thrust deep into her and clenched, staying there.  Her legs clamped around
him, not letting him move as she pushed up, her butt coming off the sheets.
They remained like that for a long moment and then they collapsed together.


   Ray rolled off her and lay beside her, panting.  Her own chest heaving
she stared up at the ceiling.  That had been amazing.  Not better than
Chad, but different and wonderful.  She knew she wouldn't stop seeing Ray,
but she desperately didn't want to lose Chad.  She would have to find a
way. She would find a way.

   Minutes passed as the two lovers lay beside each other.  Finally Ray
turned onto his side and looked at Denise.

   "We are having a party next Friday night.  I'd really like for you to
come to it." Ray smiled at her.

   "It's a sex party isn't it?" Denise asked, turning toward him.

   "Yes.  Do you think you can convince your fiancé to come?"

   "I hope so." With the glow of lust sated, Denise felt more anxious about
how she was going to convince Chad to accept this.

   "So, you'll be there?"

   "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Ray.  I'll be there, with or without
Chad."

   --
Epilogue:
Chad sat on his couch toying with the engagement ring in his hand.  The
large two caret diamond stone reflected the light from the window as he
turned it.  His daughter Becky was beside him, babbling on and on
excitedly. Sandy had just brought her back from the outing she'd taken
Becky on so that Chad could have lunch with Denise.  They hadn't seen much
of each other for almost three weeks.  Billy had screwed up bad and it had
taken everything Chad had to pull his young employee's ass out of the fire.
Now that was over with and life could get back to normal.  He'd planned on
a quick lunch and then back to his place to make mad passionate love to his

fiancé.  Things didn't go as planned.

   "So I just can't decide if I like Hunter or Jack.  I think I'll just
like them both." His nine-year-old daughter said beside him.

   Chad wasn't paying much attention.  His heart was broken into dark
shards and the pain in his chest wouldn't go away.  Denise had cheated on
him.  And then she'd expected him to just accept it and start swinging with
her.  He'd been offered that lifestyle before he started dating Denise and
had turned it down.  She knew that.  Why would she think he would accept it
now?  He had a daughter to raise.  He couldn't abandon that.

   "Suzie has three boyfriends.  She's even kissed them all.  I haven't
kissed Hunter or Jack yet.  Is it okay for girls to kiss boys?  Dad!  Is
it?"

   Chad hadn't been paying attention.  "Is it what, sweetie?"

   "Is it okay for girls to kiss boys?"

   The question took him aback.  She'd seen him kissing Denise.  Is that
what this was about?  "Of course it is it, sweetie."

   "Good." His daughter looked like she'd made up her mind.  "I'm going to
go make brownies."

   "Okay, sweetie." Chad watched his daughter traipse off into the kitchen.
She was growing up so fast.  Maybe a brownie was just what he needed right
now.

   Just then his phone rang.  He looked at the caller ID and was surprised
to see Lillian Melendez's name pop up.