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 Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, Part 20

   Saturday, the 14th of May

   Finally it was Saturday and both of us felt the tension mounting.  We
cleaned the house thoroughly, changed the linen in all beds and went
shopping.  I was a bit surprised Moira didn't want to go to the
tobacconist, but she said she had been replenishing her supplies during a
lunch break and kept some stock also in her office.  So we just bought some
food and a few bottles of liquor.  I had no idea what Janice or Karl
preferred, but I remembered faintly Janice had been a big fan of Tequila,
so we bought two bottles and some Vodka and Bourbon.  A couple of bottles
of Chardonnay and Cabernet rounded it all up.

   We took a nap in the afternoon, this time in separate rooms.  It was
actually Moira who suggested it, saying she didn't want to drain me before
tonight.  I felt bad about that, but then she was right.

   We had just finished all the preparations and changed into some fancier
clothes, when the bell rang.  Janice embraced me without any restraint.  I
felt her big breasts pressing into my belly and she took me by the neck to
lower my face to her and receive a big smooch right on my lips.  Apparently
Karl had more scruples, not sure how much Moira had told me.  He only held
Moira loosely and stretched a bit awkwardly to kiss her on the cheek,
without touching her breasts.  I hadn't thought of the fact that Karl was a
few inches smaller than Moira.

   I could see Karl side-glancing at me frequently and I wondered what had
become of his former cockiness.  He had always been the cheeky one while I
was overly shy and timid.  Somehow the roles now seemed reversed.  When
everybody lit up, I took a cigar too, earning an almost shocked look by
both Janice and Karl.

   "Hey, I though you don't smoke." Janice asked.

   "Well, I don't, not very often anyway.  I'm a social smoker, if you
want. But I do enjoy a good smoke once in a while."

   I could see Moira raise a brow skeptically, but nobody else noticed it.
Moira certainly knew I only had been smoking the last days, so she may have
wondered why I told that little lie, as if I'd been doing this for years.

   "Well, you did change a lot, George." Karl said, addressing me directly
for the first time.

   I wondered were his inhibitions came from.  Was it because of the way he
had snatched Janice from me years ago, or was it because of his brief
intermission with Moira?  Probably both, I said to myself.  Well, though I
hadn't expected him to feel bad about that, so much the better if he took
it the hard way.  Maybe that would give me a slight chance to pay back some
more, though at the cost of seeing him screw my wife under my eyes.

   "How about some drinks?" I asked.  "The bar is open and we have Tequila,
Whiskey, Vodka, Wine, beer, you just have to say what you want."

   Janice went for Chardonnay and Karl asked for a Whiskey.  I poured him a
generous one.  Surprisingly Moira took to wine too.  I had expected her to
swill a bit more, for courage, but she seemed determined to stay sober. 
For myself I took something that I could sell for Vodka, while it actually
was mostly water, just flavored with a few drops of alcohol.

   I had been too busy brooding over the party to come, to really notice
anything unusual, apart from the fact that Moira seemed to be uneasy about
the things to come, but in retrospect I it appeared to me she had also been
cutting down on her smoking.

   "Err, well, seems nobody is very talkative, so maybe it's best to break
the ice." Janice said.

   She took out of her purse two packs of condoms and a foil holding two
blue diamond shaped pills and placed them on the table.

   "Hey, nobody said anything about drugs." Moira exclaimed.  I could see
she was very upset by what she though to be some illegal helpers.

   Before things could take a bad turn, I took her slightly in my arms and
whispered in her ear.

   "This is Viagra, stupid.  It's meant to give us boys some more stamina.
Seems like Karl needs a bit of reinforcement."

   "Well, you better take one too, though I'd wager you can fuck us both
into Nirvana even without help.  " she whispered back into my ear and
kissed me slightly on my soft spot behind the ear.

   "Sorry folks." She added aloud.  "I didn't know what these are, never
saw one before.  Go ahead boys, down with them so we can start the show."
Moira added aloud.

   I could hear the slight bravado in her voice, telling me she felt the
exact opposite.  Though I could feel how uneasy Moira was and in fact had
been the whole week, I couldn't call it all off, however sorry I felt for
her.  This was payback day, and to hell with the consequences.

   "So, err, you guys better take the lead.  I mean, I've, well, we've
never done this before." I said a little nervously.

   I saw Janice and Karl exchange a glance.  Could it be?  The card with
the not very subtle reference to swing-parties had been brand new.  What if
they had plunged head on into this without having done this ever before? 
For all I knew, both had taken their marital vow quite lightly.  They had
both cheated on each other, at least according to what Karl had told Moira.


   And then, even if both had actually sidestepped and both knew about the
other's faults, still it was a huge difference between knowing and seeing.
Well, I had no reason to take any of their feeling into consideration.  If
they felt awkward about this, so much the better.  It would sweeten my
revenge.

   "OK, well then..." Janice started, again side glancing at Karl.  "How do
you prefer it?  Same room or separate rooms?"

   Before anyone else could answer, possibly ruining my plans, I injected:
"Of course together, what else?  If we'd hide from each other it would ruin
the fun of it, wouldn't it?"

   Three heads nodded in resignation.

   "But we could turn down the light a bit, and maybe draw the blinds on
your windows." Karl said.

   And so we did.  I dimmed the light and draw the curtains, leaving room
for fresh air through the open window pane, as the room was heavy with a
mixture of pipe-like flavors and the strong cigar fumes which were already
racking on my throat.

   Karl knocked back his Whiskey, extending his glass for a refill, while
Janice asked me if I had some shot glasses for Tequila.  I feared she would
press some shots on everybody, but as it turned out she wanted them all for
herself.

   As she proudly said, she loved to knock them back one by one during sex.
So I brought the six of them and lined them up on the coffee table and
filled them with Tequila.  She immediately emptied one and filled it again.
Karl followed suit with his Whiskey.  Obviously, they both needed some
reinforcement.  Contrary to my expectations, Moira didn't bother to have a
drink.  She hadn't even touched her wine.  For me it was quite easy to
empty my "stiff Vodka", earning me another high brow from Moira.  She knew
I hardly could hold my drink, but she didn't comment on it, she just kept
glancing at me from time to time.

   I went to the stereo and played a compilation of slow "sexy" stuff. 
Janice started a mock strip show and everybody else started to unbutton,
unbuckle and get undressed.  Moira joined in last and without much ado. 
Knowing what the plan was, she only had to unbutton her dress, a simple but
quite elegant red silk thing, buttoned up on the front side.  She then
simply dropped it to the floor.  Underneath she was naked, so she finished
ahead of us.

   Janice was last and nobody else moved till she unbuttoned her bra and
stepped out of her string-tanga.  Though the light was down, I could see
the years hadn't graced her.  Her once bouncy breasts with skywards
pointing nipples showed first signs of giving way to gravity, while her
behind joined in.  Still, she didn't look all that bad, but no mach to
Moira's statuesque splendor.

   For a moment I was afraid I wouldn't be able to show flag, as I looked
at Janice in a detached and uninterested way, but as soon as Karl stepped
up to Moira, slowly stroking her back and pushing his body up to hers, the
pang of jealousy made my little buddy twitch.  When Karl pressed his lewd
lips on Moira's, I was prepared to ram my dick onto anything on two legs.
Janice had approached me and started to kiss my chest top down, but I
turned her around and pushed her face down on one of the easy chairs, but
not before I had turned it around so I could watch what the competition
did. I left Janice on her belly to wait while I took one of the
preservatives, ripped the package open and somewhat clumsily unrolled it
over my throbbing member.

   I saw that Karl hadn't taken one so I flipped it over to him.  It fell
between his legs and I could see he wasn't fully hard yet.  I looked at
Moira and she, somehow guessing what I meant, looked down at Karl's lower
parts too.  Reluctantly she took his member in her hand and started to
stroke it carefully.  Karl, slightly swaying, started to lick Moira's
breasts.  This seemed to help him so he could finally slip his own
preservative over his dick.  I couldn't help but notice that despite his
reputation of a very successful womanizer, he wasn't particularly well
equipped, no match to my own joy-stick.  As a teenager we had all played
the "who is bigger" game, but only verbally, no proof needed.  While others
claimed 8 or even ten inches, I had been honest and announced my seven
inches as if I had been punished by nature.  Karl had claimed nine, but I
saw now that unless he had lost a few on the way, he had almost doubled his
true measure of some 5 inches.  Well, this in itself was quite a triumph
over him.  Janice couldn't fail but to notice or at least feel the
difference.

   I looked at the coffee table only to notice that Janice had already
emptied two more shots.  I had intentionally placed the chair so she could
reach for them.  It was time to start the show.

   I pushed inside Janice slowly and carefully, not to hurt her.  She was
still a little dry, as I hadn't bothered to start any foreplay.  Let her
believe I didn't kiss her because of her passion for cigars, though the
opposite would have been true under normal circumstances.  As it was, I
wasn't out to please her.  Humiliation was more in my line.  Before I had
met Moira, there had been a time I would have given anything to win Janice
back.  I had spent endless nights jerking off with her image on my mind. 
Now, things were different.

   Though unprepared, she responded eagerly and wiggled her behind in what
she considered to be sexy.  Well, my eyes and thoughts were glued to the
other party, where Karl had maneuvered Moira on to the couch and was on his
way into the hot spot too.  I could see the unhappy expression on Moira's
face and felt a deep satisfaction.  Unlike me however, Karl was still
trying to stimulate Moira with his fingers.  I could see at some point he
tried to lower his head down between her legs, but she wouldn't let him. 
Good!

   Janice's moves gained momentum to the point I had difficulties to match
her rhythm, so in the end I just kept steady and left all the work to her.
Twice she paused briefly to empty yet another shot of Tequila and by and by
her moves got a little erratic.  Obviously the drinks were getting at her.
I don't really care about it, as my attention was captured by the scene
opposite me, on the couch.  Karl grew more and more frustrated, as whatever
he did, Moira seemed only mildly interested.  In the end, he shot off
meekly and dropped his behind on the carpet, staring at me and Janice.

   I could feel how Janice got further up the ladder, huffing and moaning
and bumping her soft ass into my loins faster and faster, till she cried
out as if in pain, while I watched her increasing passion with the detached
patience of a bystander.  I was iron-hard, thanks to that little blue pill,
but otherwise quite unimpressed.  Though I felt I could go on pumping on
Janice for another hour, that was not what I intended.  So I slowly pulled
out with an audible plop and left her literally flat on her belly.

   Nobody seemed in the mood for "refills", so I showed the two the way to
the guest bathroom on the floor, while I took Moira's arm and we mounted
the stairs to the upper bathroom.

   "Satisfied?" Moira asked tiredly.

   For an answer I took her in my arms and the tension in her body slowly
melted away.  We took a shower together and she clang to me desperately.  I
could feel she was scared I would be disgusted from her actions with Karl
before, but I proved her wrong.  Though I still had the boner of the
century, I started to soothe her up, first just by gently stroking her back
under the hot water, then kissing her softly but with growing ardor till
she finally gave in and responded in equal passion.  Not much later we all
but smashed the tiles off the wall and it didn't take long and I had where
she deserved to be and I followed suit, after which I collapsed on the
floor, shattered by the intensity of my orgasm.

   We managed to disentangle somehow and without bothering to dry
ourselves, we took on some towels and descended arm in arm to see what had
become of the two poor souls.  To our pleasant surprise, the two had
obviously fled the scene of their humiliation, not without the bottle of
Whiskey, but that was a little price to pay.  A had not further use for it
anyway, as neither Moira not I cared for Bourbon.

   With still shaky members we started to clean up the place as good as we
could, and then went to the kitchen, our favorite place for serious talk.
Moira filled the kettle and switched it on.  I reached for the coffee, but
she stopped me, saying she'd rather have some tea.  Remembering I had
received as a farewell-gift a box of Chinese green tea, I went to the wall
closet, our store room, and took it.  Moira looked at it doubtfully, but
then nodded.

   Slowly it came to me something was amiss.  Moira, unlike in the past
weeks, hadn't even cared for a smoke.  In fact, she hadn't smoked for more
than an hour.  Then her sudden interest for tea instead of coffee and her
refusal to drink alcohol, something was fishy here and there were only two
possible explanations.

   "Are you ill?" I asked her.

   "Depends on how you look at it.  I'm sick most of the mornings now, but
other than that it's not an illness that makes me..."

   "NO!" I cried out in ecstasy.  "You're pregnant.  But that's fantastic."


   I hugged her tightly and couldn't stop kissing her all over her sweet
and now blushed face.  It was a miracle!  This was the answer to my
prayers, though I hadn't actually prayed, but I had searched in wane for a
true way out.  Suddenly I felt bad, really bad about the idiocy of this so
called revenge on Moira and that poor couple and what I had forced Moira
into.

   The tears ran down my cheeks as I couldn't control my sobs.  "what have
I done to you" I kept repeated desperately.

   But I had underestimated Moira.  She soothed me like a baby till I
finally calmed down enough to be able to return her kisses.

   "No, don't." she said softly.  "I can't blame you for what you did. 
Besides, I think those two had deserved no better.  I didn't mind at all to
show Karl what a poor excuse for a lover he actually is and I was mighty
proud how you gave it to that bitch.  I was more afraid you would actually
go for her.  After all you've been in love with her once."

   I couldn't but kiss her again and we dropped the towels, to feel more of
each other.  We might have landed on the floor, but I remembered her state
and suggested we'd go upstairs.  The living room was off boundaries,
tainted as it was, and would be for a while.  However, Moira asked for a
break, she switched on the kettle again and for maybe the first time since
my return, we sat there happy and content and drank tea, which incidentally
proved to be of an exquisite quality.

   "You know, I don't mind about alcohol or even coffee, but it will be
real hard to go without a smoke for nine months and even beyond.  I'll need
all the support from you, Honey.  Right now I could kill for a cigar, or
even a cigarette.  But I must be firm.  There's more than one involved."

   Epilogue

   In the end Moira couldn't really quit smoking and that graced me with
more than one sleepless night.  On the one hand I realized she jeopardized
the health of our unborn, on the other hand a pregnant smoker was one hell
of a turn on.  I did my best to support her in her attempt to quit, but in
the end we agreed that her withdrawal symptoms which made her go almost
without food for days, weren't healthy for the child either, so she started
on her cigars again, though she honestly tried not to overdo it.  At night,
we would sit together and officially, I was the one to smoke the cigar,
while she sneaked up on it and stole drags from "my" cigar.  She might as
well have smoked it alone, as I didn't do much more than keep it alight for
her, but she felt better that way.  After a while she caved in completely
and smoked her own cigars.  To my relief however, she never smoked more
than two of them at night and on weekends she tried to get along with four
or five.

   Then one day I found one of Moira's credit card bills and I saw she had
been buying the smaller variety of her cigars, obviously to smoke them at
work.  Well, I dismissed the problem and though the concern for our child
to be kept nagging at my conscience, I rejoiced on having a pregnant smoker
all to myself.  Her smoky kisses were a thing of the past, but I didn't
really miss them.  The maybe best part of it, was that our love life had
changed in tune from passionate to gentle and affectionate and that
certainly wasn't the worst part of it all.

   Then the big day came and after a race to the hospital in the middle of
the night, Moira gave birth to a healthy baby, the most wonderful little
creature, a girl.  I don't think any man can be happier then I was, when I
held this tiny newcomer to our not so perfect world in my arms.  Though I
knew she couldn't possibly be aware of her surroundings, not at only a few
hours of life, still the gaze of her wonderful blue eyes stabbed right into
my heart.

   The End