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 Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, Part 1

   Friday, 9th of May

   That night I came home a whole week earlier than planned.  It had been
one hell of a trip half around the globe with no possibility to phone home.
I had decided on the spur of the moment to go for a flight home, after I
had concluded my work in China ahead of schedule.  I tried to send a Mail
home, but I didn't get a chance and my cell phone had just died of old age
a few hour before.  In the end I had to race to the airport to catch my
flight and never got the chance to use a public phone, nor go online with
my laptop in neither of the airports where I had to change planes.  For all
I knew Moira had no idea I was coming.

   I unlocked the door, half expecting my wife to call me from the living
room, where she would sit, watching some soap on cable TV, as she did
mostly.  But the TV set was silent and no lights were on.  I thought at
first she had gone out, not expecting me to be home till the next day, but
then I heard some noises from the bedroom upstairs.

   27 months earlier

   But I'd better go back more than two years and tell the story from the
beginning.  I had met Moira at a party.  Not the most original or romantic
way to meet your future wife, but then a lot of people connect at parties.
In fact, I had hit on her because of a mistake.  I had seen her sit in a
corner, with some friend of hers or another girl anyway, holding a
cigarette between her fingers.  She looked so hot with the smoke spiraling
up from the cigarette right next to her face, I wanted to know her on the
spot, even though she wasn't exactly "my type".

   I wasn't the kind of guy to be very picky about potential girlfriends,
but I had, or let us say I thought I had, my preferences.  Moira didn't
really meet many of my criteria, except maybe that she was quite pretty,
with big dark eyes and rich lips and also because she had quite an
impressive cleavage to show.  On the other hand she was a little bigger
than average, both in terms of height and weight.  She wasn't fat by any
means, just "well stuffed", with generous hips and round shoulders.  Both
her complexion and her features told me that she wasn't entirely Caucasian,
to put it mildly.  At least some of her ancestors mast have come from
Africa.  Now that would be a novelty for me, I hadn't been anywhere near an
African American women before, not in the intimate sense.  Not that I was a
racist or snob, I just hadn't had the occasion.

   Coming from a small Midwestern town, where people were still reluctant
to cross some invisible lines, I had only dealt with white girls for lack
of alternatives.  This didn't change in college either, for I attended one
of the smaller ones not far from home.  In fact I had secretly fantasized
about voluptuous dark women sometimes, but I had only recently moved east
for a job, so this was my first opportunity to actually meet an attractive
dark skinned woman with.

   Quite nervous, I approached the two of them and without wasting as much
as a glance on the other girl I planted myself in front of the dark girl
and asked if she cared to dance with me.  She looked up with a trace of
bewilderment on her face, but then, to my relief, she gave me a little
smile and nodded.  To my disappointment she handed the cigarette to the
other girl, who immediately took a long drag from it.  I was to find out
later that my conquest to be, who introduced herself as Moira Withers, had
only held the cigarette for her friend, who had needed both hands to
refresh her makeup.

   While we were dancing, I apologized for having stopped her from
finishing the cigarette but she told me that she wasn't smoking and cleared
me up about the misunderstanding.  By that time however, she was already
holding me quite close, letting me feel her ample breasts, surprisingly
with firm and with erect nipples.  In a way I felt I was about to trade in
a rather crooked fascination for girls who smoked cigarettes for a woman
with a body to die for and not an ugly one either.  In fact, it wasn't that
alone.  From the moment I had touched her for the first time I felt
something like an electric current running through my body.  There was
something about her beyond her admittedly gorgeous body, the went right
under my skin.

   To make it short, we were married three months later.  I would lie if
where to claim that we had lots of hot sex.  Though I really loved her
wonderful body, our love making seemed to need some time to develop. 
Though we had neither been virgin when we met, we weren't very experienced
either.  In fact, our decision to marry was born mostly out of the fact
that we really enjoyed each other's company very much.  I just felt good in
her company, sort of at ease and just happy to be with her.

   Friday, 9th of May

   Not really knowing what I did, I absentmindedly opened the drawer of the
little cabinet in the hallway to grab my gun.  It was a very old Smith &
Wesson and not only it wasn't loaded but I hade never bothered to buy any
ammunition for it.  It was there just for show.

   Careful not to make any noise, I sneaked up the stairs.  The noises I
kept hearing made me wonder what was going on.  We had no TV set on the
upper floor and no stereo or even a radio alarm clock.  Besides, the nearer
I came to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, the more it became
evident that what I heard were two people making love.  I felt a lump of
ice forming in my bowels.  I could by no means believe that Moira would do
such a thing.  Impossible!

   Yet, I was soon to be taught otherwise.  As I slowly pushed the door
open, I first saw Moira's back and underneath hear a pair of hairy legs. 
The room was filled with the odors of two people doing "it".  They seemed
so absorbed that neither noticed my appearance.  I made few steps into the
room, to get a better picture and though I had no doubt I was indeed seeing
Moira riding another man, somehow I wanted to see her face, just to be sure
it was her and not some stranger.

   Suddenly she turned her head and her eyes grew round.  Her jaw fell and
the guy beneath her now also noticed my presence.  Before they had a chance
to do anything I shouted at the top of my voice:

   "Freeze right there!"

   Seeing the gun in my hand, which, as if guided by a will of its own,
pointed straight at them, they indeed stopped and gaped at me.

   "Now I'm going to give you a piece of my mind." I said, not knowing why
or what that meant, but something deep down inside me obviously did and had
taken control.  I slid out of my clothes, careful not to lower the gun in
my hand, and then I mounted the bed behind Moira and straddled the guy's
ugly legs.  My cock was already erect and hard and I leant over to fetch
Moira's face lotion she kept on the bed stand.  Luckily it was open so I
managed to apply a generous amount of the ointment on my throbbing dick.

   "Now go ahead, fuck him and bend a little more over him!" I shouted and
cocked the revolver with a loud click.  That seemed to wake them from their
shock and Moira started to raise.  I pushed her down hard with the hand
holding the gun.  I was now pointing over her shoulder right at the face of
the terrified guy on my bed.  Moira sighed softly and I felt her quiver,
but she did comply and started to hump him again, but with little
enthusiasm.

   Now I pushed my dick slowly into her asshole.  She kept it tight at
first, but a light tap at her cheek with my gun reminded her who was in
control of the situation and with a grunt she relaxed her sphincter and I
slid in.  It was tight, much tighter than a pussy could ever be, but I
didn't mind.  Driven by rage rather than excitement, I started to ram into
her and for a while it seemed neither of us was getting anywhere, but then
somehow Moira got the hang of it and moved not only up and down but also
back and forth.  I felt the climax building up very fast and before I came,
I pushed her down a little more, so that she was almost laying on his
chest, her big breasts already covering most of the hairy mattress he was
growing on his chest.

   I pushed the gun right into his check and pulled the trigger while
crying out loud "BANG!".  His eyes almost popped out of their sockets and
Moira screamed loud enough to raise the whole neighborhood but then the
most extraordinary thing happened.  They both went off like rockets and I
followed suit.  Some still undamaged part of my brain said:

   "Just look at him, his first threesome and he hit the jackpot, three at
once!"

   My cock went limp on the spot and I quickly withdrew it from my wife's
quivering ass.  She was now sobbing aloud and shaking all over.

   "YOU, get lost pronto, before I change my mind!  Next time I see your
face around here, I promise the gun will be loaded." I shouted at the guy.

   He struggled to get out from under Moira, as she was still sitting on
his loins.  Moira then simply dropped to one side and curled up in a fetal
position, sobbing and shaking.  I was on my feet again and heading for the
bathroom, while I said over my shoulder:

   "Get clean and get dressed, we gotta talk.  See you in ten in the
kitchen."

   I went under shower still dazed and utterly confused.  I had caught
Moira in the act with some dickhead and instead of giving him at least a
piece of my mind and her too for that matter, I had ass-fucked her while
she was still riding him.  A threesome!  Now my mind was swirling and I
couldn't get a coherent thought.  Slowly my hand reached down to my little
buddy and I fell into a pattern I had thought forgotten since I'd been with
Moira.  I jerked off in no time with images of sexy smokers on my mind.

   Still confused I trotted down to the kitchen, only to receive the next
blow.  Moira was smoking a cigarette!  If she'd chosen a better moment I
might have rejoiced on that.  Though I never mentioned a word about
smoking, except maybe to criticize or complain about people smoking,
sometimes I fantasized about her as a smoker while we were making love. 
Though I had found her body wonderfully enticing from the very first time
we'd met, somehow making love to her had turned out to be much less
explosive and overwhelming than I had expected.  We did manage quite well
after a while, or so I had thought, but I had come to consider myself a
less virile man than I had hoped to be.  Obviously Moira had come to the
same conclusion.