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 Honeymoon Is Over.



   Jen and I had dated for about two years, and in that whole time I had
managed to keep my pecker in my pants and not go all the way with her.  I,
in an unusual twist, wanted to be a virgin on my wedding night for my bride
and Jen, while not completely ok with this had acquiesced to my desire's.
To make it easier on both of us I wouldn't allow any playing around either.
Temptation being what it is, I opted to remain pure for my future wife.

   The night I popped the question to her she cried and was so happy.  Even
though I knew I was not her first man, I wanted to marry her and share our
lives together.  I knew that Jen had dated several men, and she had been
sexually active with each of them after some time.  That is what had caused
a little problem in our dating at first.

   We got married in a huge wedding, even though I wanted a small one, her
parents pushed and cajoled us into a large one with about two hundred
guests.  Right after the reception that evening we took off for the
Carribean for our honeymoon.  Jen was hot to trot and ready to consummate
our marriage in a big way.

   Arriving at our hotel on the island everything was just as we had
dreamed it would be.  We unpacked and then while I was taking a shower, Jen
fell asleep.  It had been a very big day for her and she hadn't slept well
the night before.  Since I knew that she was tired I let her sleep.

   My thoughts were, I had waited this long, a few more hours wouldn't make
a big difference to either of us.  Or so I thought.  While Jen slept I went
down to the lobby and found some information on local sights and things to
do.  I met a guy there I had seen around in our home town a few times.  We
talked for a few minutes and he was surprised to hear that Jen and I had
gotten married.

   Come to find out he had dated Jen once a long time ago.  We chatted a
bit more and he mentioned that his company had sent him down to do some
business and what a remarkable coincidence that we had chosen to honeymoon
here.  He offered to buy us dinner the next night if we wanted.  I told him
that I would check with Jen and get back to him.  He gave me his room
number along with his cell phone, and then I headed back to the room.

   Getting back I saw Jen was still out like a light so I undressed and
went to bed.  We both slept the whole night through and woke in the morning
facing each other.  Jen had a surprised look in her eyes when she opened
them to see me staring at her.

   "Hi.  I guess I fell asleep didn't I?"

   "Yeah.  I let you sleep too.  You needed your rest after yesterday and
the days before.  All the stress and turmoil with our wedding and all.  How
are you this morning gorgeous?"

   "I imagine I have a severe case of the bed head going on.  I'm going to
take a quick shower."

   While Jen showered I got up and rounded up some shorts and a tank top to
wear on the beach.  I also called room service and ordered up some
breakfast for both of us while I was at it.  Jen came out and told me that
the water was glorious and to hurry up taking my shower so we could finally
remove my virgin status.

   I took a shower, and as I was toweling off I could hear her talking with
someone.  Stepping out I was surprised to find her old boyfriend I had met
last night standing there.  They had been talking and it was obvious that
Jen was a bit uncomfortable at the time I chose to join them.  A look
passed between them that unsettled me.

   I saw that the breakfast had been delivered and the way he was standing
I had to wonder if he had brought it into the room.  Jen blushed a bit then
introduced me to Don.

   "Randy, this is Don.  He's someone I used to date a long time ago.  He
happens to be here on business.  Small world isn't it?"

   "Yeah, I met him last night Jen.  I went down to get some brochures on
where to go and the sights to see while you were sleeping."

   "Sleeping?  You were sleeping Jen?

   Don's question was one of disbelief.  He was looking at both of us and
then when his eyes crossed paths with Jen she blushed yet again.  I had to
wonder about their history and what they had just been talking about before
I came out.  I felt like I had interrupted a married couple trying to cover
up something.

   "Yeah.  I fell asleep Don.  It was a long day, I had little sleep the
night before, and then the flight here was so long...I guess I fell asleep
on Randy and he let me sleep."

   "You didn't...you know...your wedding night and all...you expect me to
believe that you slept Jen?  That is quite unlike the girl I used to date
way back when."

   "Uh...lets not go there okay Don?  Randy and I were going to eat some
breakfast, would you like to join us?"

   "I only ordered enough for us Jen.  Sorry Don.  If you like..."

   "Oh no.  I wouldn't want to intrude on your breakfast.  Jen already let
me have a few bites anyway.  You two probably have some...unfinished
business to work on.  Jen tells me that you are a virgin then.  Man, that
must have been hard for you, dating Jen here and not getting to taste..."

   I spoke to cut him off not wanting to hear him talk about my new wife in
any sexual manner at all.

   "Yeah...I saved myself for my bride on our wedding day.  Look, what's
the big deal anyway?  It's not that I can't or don't want to.  I surely do
want to that is a fact.  I just wanted my first time to be very...special.
For both of us."

   "Oh yeah...I'm not dissing ya at all understand.  It's just...well I've
never heard of it before.  Never met a 28 year-old virgin male before
either."

   Jen was looking at me with a bit of what I took to be contriteness for
talking about me behind my back to Don.  I was upset a bit but only because
Don seemed to be enjoying his little game of words with me.  There was a
strong undercurrent between all of us and suddenly Don looked at his watch.

   "Oh man...look at the time.  I have to run.  See you on the beach later
ok Jen?  You too Randy?"

   The way he almost left me out of the loop there had me fuming by the
time the door closed on him.

   "What the hell were you two talking about while I was in the shower and
how long was he there anyway?"

   "Don't get mad at me Randy.  It's not my fault Don was here.  He had the
cart and pushed it in the room.  He identified himself as the hotel waiter
with our breakfast.  I didn't even know he was here."

   "Yeah?  Why did you tell him about my virginity anyway?  That was none
of his business."

   "Oh come on Randy.  You know I thought your saving yourself for me was
cute to begin with.  I couldn't help but let him know.  He...we
were...well, him and I had sex lots of times you know.  I never held that
back from you.  He was the best in bed I ever had too.  If we hadn't
met..."

   "What, you'd still be with him?  I thought he was the one that was
pushing you to try threesomes and stuff like that.  Isn't that why you two
broke up in the first place?"

   "Oh...I forgot I told you about that.  Yeah.  He wanted me to put out to
some of his friends.  We had a fight over it and I walked out on him.  We
never got back together after that.  Looks, that's all ancient history now.
Lets eat and go...play."

   I was mad now.  Jen was acting strangely and I almost got the feeling
she was trying to cover something up.  I looked at our now cold breakfast
and saw that someone had been eating on both plates.

   "Why did you offer him my plate of food Jen?  Why would you do something
like that?"

   "Oh...well...I..."

   "You did.  You offered your ex-boyfriend my food on our honeymoon.  What
has gotten into you anyway?  I thought that you loved me and married me to
be with me.  Why would you offer my food to some old boyfriend like that?
Especially one that just `happens' to have `business' here just as we are
starting our honeymoon?  Is there something you need to tell me?"

   I couldn't help myself and let me anger blow.  I didn't yell, but Jen
could see that I was plainly mad.  She stood up to me and I could see that
she was getting mad now herself.

   "Hey, just one minute here...husband.  I chose to marry you because I
love you and I thought you would take care of me and love me.  Now you are
as much as accusing me of cheating on you on our honeymoon. 
Well...well...FUCK!"

   Shouting that last at me she turned and stormed out of the suite.  I
stood there just as mad now trying to understand what had just happened in
so short of a time.  When she had called me husband, it was not a term of
endearment by any means.  The word coldly spurted out of her mouth with ice
attached all over it.

   I ran out to find her and saw the elevator doors closing just as I
rounded the corner.  I ran to the stairs and began my four flight run down
them in hopes of catching her in the lobby.  On the third level I tripped
over myself in my hurry and tumbled down that flight of stairs.  I felt the
bone snap just as I hit the next landing.  My leg was broken.

   A housekeeper came out to see what the noise was all about and found me.
The next thing I knew I was in the local hospital getting my leg set and a
cast put on.  Man...what a honeymoon this was turning out to be.

   I was just being released about five hours later when a frantic Jen
showed up.  Through her tears and sobbing I found out that Don had heard
about my accident and went and found her on the beach.  He then brought her
to the hospital to see me.

   Just great...now I owed this guy for delivering my wife to me.  His
timing seemed to be...well maybe it was my darker side thinking, but I
couldn't shake the feeling that his timing was quite...fortunate...for him.
I also had a twinge of suspicion in just how long it took him to find my
new wife and how long it took for them to get to the hospital.

   I thought a quite a bit on our way back to the hotel.  I decided that I
was being a bit overly paranoid where Jen was concerned and that I owed her
an apology.  After all, she had chosen to marry me, and she had put up with
my need to `save' myself for my future bride.  If I had only known.

   The pain meds they gave me knocked me out and the next thing I knew it
was the next morning.  Jen was sitting with me holding my hand, her head
nodding down as she obviously fought to stay awake.

   "Hey."

   Jen jumped with a start.  Tears formed and then soon were falling again.

   "I'm sorry Randy.  It's all my fault.  I shouldn't have given Don your
food like that.  I shouldn't have been so preoccupied with being a good
hostess either.  After all, we are on our honeymoon.  Then I blew up and
stormed off on you giving you no other choice but to try to catch the
elevator by taking those stairs at high speed.  It's all my fault you broke
your leg."

   I was stunned by her outburst and the tears.  In my half drugged state I
couldn't find the right words to say to calm her down nor could I argue too
much about how things turned out either.  I knew that it was my clumsiness
that caused me to fall and I also knew that I could have walked down those
damned stairs too.

   I finally found my tongue as Jen sat there crying.

   "Hey beautiful.  It wasn't your fault.  I was being an ass to begin
with. How could I suspect that you would be having something with your old
boyfriend like that on our honeymoon?  I was the wrong one here.  Not you.
In any case...it seems that I won't be dancing anytime soon.  Not sure
about some other things either, what with all the drugs they gave me."

   "Oh...no."

   Through her tears I saw the hint of a smile.  I smiled and soon we were
both laughing.  What a honeymoon to tell our kids about.  How I broke my
leg running down the stairs to catch my new wife right after we had our
first official fight as a married couple.  All within the first twenty-four
hours of being married too.

   "Well, we have a week and some odd days left of this honeymoon.  I
should be able to get up and around in a few days.  That's why they put on
the walking cast.  I may not be able to swim or dance but at least we can
go around and see the sights."

   "Oh honey, I'm still upset though.  It was my fault that this all
happened."

   "Okay, lets not talk about that anymore.  I could have done many things
differently, starting with trusting you quite a bit more and perhaps being
a tad less...jealous."

   "Yeah, I should have not offered your breakfast to Don either."

   Jen and I sat around the rest of that day and I saw that just sitting
there with all the beach and fun right out the door and not being able to
enjoy it was killing her.  The next morning I insisted that she go out and
have some fun on the beach.  It didn't take too much shoving on my part and
she soon disappeared with a promise to show up about lunch time to stay
with me for a bit.

   Our room afforded us a view of quite a bit of the beach front, and I had
found out that our bathroom, being on the end of the building like it was,
gave me a view of a bit more of the beach around behind our room too.  Jen
wasn't aware of this and I hadn't thought about telling her how much more
of the beach I could see if I stood just right while peeing.

   Later that morning, after watching Jen sunbathe out front, I took a nap.
When I got up I saw that she was gone from her spot, but her things were
still there.  Looking around I didn't see her readily.  I figured that she
must have gone out in the water for a swim, or she was in one of the
bathrooms along the beach.

   I laid down, and willed my leg to get better, hoping against hope that I
would have some kind of miraculous recovery.  My willing didn't do much for
me except remind me I had to pee.  Getting up and getting situated with the
crutches took a bit and by the time I was able to maneuver enough to get to
the bathroom, my need to pee was getting extreme.

   Standing in front of the toilet was hard since my leg was aching, and
resting on a crutch, keeping my balance was difficult, so I sat like a
woman and did my business.  By the time I got out in the living room of our
suite again, Jen was there, looking radiant and as beautiful as I had ever
seen her.

   A bit about Jen, physical descriptions not being my best thing.  She
stood about five foot nine inches tall, and was very well put together. 
Her breasts were a very good feature of hers as they didn't sag at all yet
they were about the size of cantaloupes.  Very nice butt and her legs were
the best I had ever seen on a woman.  She could have been a Vegas showgirl.

   Standing in front of me in her thong bikini she took my breath away.  I
wanted nothing more than to explore her body and show her what I wanted to
do with her as far as sex went.  I may have been a virgin, but I had been
reading for a long time and some of the books I read had prepared me to be
a good lover at some point.  This much I knew.

   Myself, well my job keeps me pretty fit yet I still need to go to the
gym on a steady basis in order to keep my washboard abs and muscle tone
where I like it to be.  I'm not an Arnold type body builder, but I keep the
tone right there.  Not large muscles, but defined real well.  I was blessed
with a rather large cock.  When hard it measures about nine inches and
fairly thick.

   I know that Jen had tried to get her hands on my cock several times and
once she had succeeded in getting a feel of it just before it got hard. 
Since the growth of my cock from soft to hard is so vast a difference in
size, she never really got an idea of how large it could get.  I had caught
her looking at it several times when I had gotten worked up on a date
though.

   Anyway, details finished, we had a nice lunch while Jen fussed around a
bit.  She had gone swimming twice and then spent the rest of the morning in
the sun.  I rubbed some more lotion on her body, getting a huge erection in
the process since this was the most I had ever touched or seen of her body
before.

   She went out after lunch to tan some more.  I laid back down and fell
asleep for a bit.  My leg was still hurting pretty much too much for me to
be on it for long.  Keeping it elevated was hard enough sitting in the
living room so I went back to the bedroom and crashed.

   A bit later I woke needing to pee again.  I struggled up and then made
my way to the bathroom.  By the time I got there I knew that I was going to
have to stand this time since it would take too long for me to get my
shorts down to sit and pee.  I got the fly open and started to pee, the
pressure dropping quickly as I did.  I glanced out the window and what my
eyes took in no man should ever have to deal with.

   Jen, standing on the beach out of sight from the front window, with Don.
They were embracing and as I looked on, Jen turned her head up to kiss him.
The last thing I would have ever expected to see.

   I had started to pee to the side of the bowl, and my balance was getting
all screwed up as the shock of my vision overcame my senses.  I looked back
out and they were still kissing hot and heavy.

   Then, as my heart began to pound with the pain of it all, Jen, MY Jen,
reached down between them and grasped his cock through his swim trunks. 
They pulled apart a bit then as they talked, they turned and walked off
down the beach, hand in hand.  My last sight was them kissing again just as
they turned into a pathway that lead to another hotel down a bit from ours.

   I was stunned and torn apart.  My anger at this betrayal went beyond
anything I had ever experienced.  My wife of so few hours was already
cheating or on the way to cheating on me.  Had she ever loved me?  Had she
been faithful before we got married and were still dating?

   Doubts cascaded through my mind as I fell back onto the bed.  I looked
at my wedding band as it seemingly burned into my finger.  How could she?
Then I thought, maybe I had not seen things exactly as they happened. 
Maybe it had just been some other woman that looked a lot like Jen.

   Thinking, I remembered Don giving me his room phone number.  I sat down
and getting a good grip on my emotions decided to call and pretend to be
the hotel concierge and ask to speak to Jen.  I rehearsed my little spiel
and figured it all out in my head then punched in the numbers.

   "Hello?"

   "Yes...this is the Emerald Springs calling to see if Jen...Brown...Mrs.
Jen Brown should happen to be there.  One of the guests saw her walking
with a gentleman whom they knew and told us.  We have an important message
for her."

   "Uh...just a minute."

   I could hear an argument in the background then the phone changing
hands.

   Jen came on.

   "Hello?  What is the message?  What's wrong?"

   I hung up.  Overcome with too much emotion I just couldn't say the rest
of what I had planned.  My Jen...my wife...with her old boyfriend and she
had been feeling him up and kissing him like they had never been apart as
lovers.  My heart was breaking.  I shook myself and decided to just wait a
bit and see how she acted when she came back.  I'd even ask about Don and
see what she did.

   To my surprise, Jen didn't come back for over two hours.  I had figured
that even with my garbled plan with the phone failing, that she would have
gotten worried and come straight to our room to check on me.  She didn't.

   When she came in her hair was mussed and I could see her red marks where
here thong didn't cover her ass cheeks.  Hand marks in red, fingers up,
just like someone had been spanking her as they stuck it to her while
fucking.  I got cold inside.  My heart hardened and even though it ached I
pretended that things were fine.

   "Oh, I was wondering if you would mind if I went out to eat tonight
Randy?  I know that you don't feel like walking around yet, but I am still
a bit stir crazy here."

   "That would be ok Jen.  One of us should be having some kind of fun here
at any rate.  Where are you going out to eat at?"

   "Well, there's a nice place about a half mile down the beach just on the
other side of the next hotel.  They have live music and one of those feast
kind of things going on.  You know, the kind that takes a few hours to get
through?"

   "Oh yeah, that sounds like fun.  Maybe when I get to walking around we
can go there together.  Well, if you must I guess go ahead and have lots of
fun.  I'll be okay here.  I'll order up some room service and watch some
TV. Might be a good soap opera or something on.  You know, one of those
shows where wives cheat on husbands and then get caught?  They can be quite
interesting."

   When I said that part about the TV shows Jen tensed and I could see that
she was thinking I had found out about her little meet with Don earlier. 
Then she relaxed, probably thinking that I could no way know she had been
with him at all.

   We visited a bit but she was so preoccupied with something in her mind,
she couldn't keep up with me in the conversation.  I pressed a few times
with mentions of some of the couples I had read about in places like this
and how they had `shared' and how some had cheated on their spouse.

   Jen was noncommital during these little side tracks of mine and would
always change the subject as quickly as possible.  I knew then that she and
Don had fucked at least once and that she was going to meet him in a bit
for `dinner' too.  I wondered how the desert was going to be.

   By the time she was to leave for her `dinner' she was wound up tight as
a drum.  She changed into a nice but very revealing dress.  Black, deep cut
front and back, and a very short hemline.  She looked beautiful in it and I
could almost forget about what I knew had already happened once today. 
Yet, she was dressing this way for him, not me.  As she left, I watched her
walk and realized that she could not be possibly wearing any underwear at
all.  No bra because the cut of the dress prevented that and I could not
see any panty lines at all in the snug way it clung to her.

   She was wearing just that black cloth over her hot, firm, and sexy body.
All for that asshole ex boyfriend of hers.  I was sure by now that he had
planned on being here.  Wether by his own idea to try to get into her pants
or by the two of them working together.  Either way, my wife of less than
four days was already a cheating spouse and I was cuckolded.  A cuckolded
virgin no less.

   "I'll be back real late Randy.  You don't have to wait up for me.  Get
your rest so your leg heals quick.  Love you.  Bye."

   "Yeah.  L...see ya later."

   When I didn't say `love you' back to her I saw her hesitate.  Then she
turned and walked away.  I sat down and actually cried for the first time.
I was deeply hurt that she would be so faithless to me.  That she had led
me on was obvious now.  But why?  It wasn't like I was rich or anything.

   I sat there and then came up with a plan.  It was going to make my leg
hurt like a bastard, but in the end it would be worth it to me.  I was
going to crash a party with a camera.  Then I was leaving for home and an
annulment.  She could have lover boy and I hoped that they would be happy
together.  Rotting in hell.

   I got dressed up a bit more than the boxers I had been wearing and got
my camera ready.  How nice I thought...her daddy had given us this camera
as we went to the airport to fly here.  A `honeymoon' gift from her
parents. How ironic that her father's honeymoon gift would be used to prove
her cheating on me on our honeymoon.

   I managed to hobble with the aid of my crutch to the lobby of our hotel
and then caught a cab ride to the other hotel.  Since I had lover boy's
hotel room number I didn't have to deal with the front desk at all.  Nice
touch of him, giving me his room number like that.

   I made it to the door of his room and listened.  I could hear laughter
and talking going on.  It sounded like he had several guests in his room. I
moved my hand to the door knob and found it unlatched.  Evidently the last
person through hadn't pulled it closed all the way.  I peeked in and was
relieved to see that this hotel was laid out like ours.  The front door was
in a separate hallway with a closet and an overdone curtain was blocking a
direct view of this door.

   I slipped in and then into the closet.  Looking through the crack in the
door I saw Jen with Don and two other men.  They were all laughing and
joking and Don had his hands all over Jen's body.  I could see that she was
wondering what was going on with these other guys.  They weren't leaving
and Don was getting pretty bold with where his hands were going.

   "So, Don tells me that you're a pretty good fuck little lady.  You ever
had three men before?"

   "What?  I don't know what you mean."

   Don grabbed Jen's hand and pulled her right in front of the closet I was
hiding in.  A whispered conversation took place with Don pressing against
her as he told her more or less what the night held for her.

   "Look Jen.  You and I have had some fun today.  This will even be
better. You won't get hurt and we won't do anything you don't want to. 
Live a little here.  These guys are important to my business and you will
be my gift to them.  They know you are here on your honeymoon.  They are
real interested in having a newly married bride.  If you do everything
right tonight, I won't have to show those pictures to anyone.  You'll be
the good little wifey and still have the hubby fooled."

   "You never said a word about other men Don.  I'm not sure about this.  I
think I had better leave."

   "You leave now and hubby will have the pictures of you and I by lunch
time tomorrow.  Are you sure you want that?  This one time.  Then you get
the pictures and I go away.  Never to bother you again."

   "Never?"

   "Never."

   "Well...okay then.  But Randy had better never find out about us.  I
can't believe that I let you talk me into fucking you again this afternoon
as it is.  I had forgotten how good you really were in bed.  Okay, but if I
say no...no means no...right?"

   "No means no.  But you'll try some things first before you say no
though...right?"

   "What things?"

   "Well, three men...need three..."

   "Anal?  Oh Don...I don't know...I've never managed to do that.  It will
hurt too much."

   "I have some lube and we will be very gentle with you too.  At least let
us try.  You may find out you like it...who knows?"

   " I guess I really don't have much choice.  I may have some fun too. 
You are so evil, you know that Don?  How you ever talked me into this..."

   "Lets go then Jen.  Your party awaits."

   I couldn't believe it.  My wife was about to have three men, two she
hadn't known at all a few minutes earlier.  It sounded like Don was
blackmailing her, but it was also obvious to me that he wasn't having to
twist her arm too much either.

   As I watched, these men surrounded my wife and began to kiss, caress,
fondle and tease.  Soon I heard her moaning as they got her to a place I
hadn't .  I could see her standing there accepting the touches of these men
and wondered how and why she could do this to us.

   Soon her dress was flying across the room and I saw only flashes of skin
as they converged on her nude body.  Her moans were louder than before and
I could hear her begging now too.  I snuck out of the closet and with the
camera at ready I waited for the proper moment for the picture taking.

   One of the men laid back on the bed and my wife, of her own volition,
crawled up between his legs and then, straddling him, taking his hard cock
in her hand and placing in at the entrance to her pussy.  As she lowered
herself down on his shaft her head fell back, eyes closed and her moan was
one of desire.  Soon she was moving up and down on his cock as he played
with her tits.

   His lips locked on one nipple as his hands pinched and tugged on the
nipple of the other breast.  This all stopped when Don moved to kneel in
front of her and she bent to take his cock into her mouth.  She looked so
sexy as she wantonly sucked his cock inside her, swallowing his shaft all
the way down her throat to bury her lips at the base of his cock.

   Her ass was up in the air now, I could clearly see that cock ramming
into her pussy, filling her.  The third man move up behind her and with the
tube of lube Don had handed him, began fingering her ass with first one,
then two, and finally three fingers.

   As soon as she appeared to get used to the third finger poking her back
there, he moved up and placing his cock head right on her starfish, he
waited.  Soon, Jen was trying to push back on his cock.  Wether it was her
wanting it or Don shoving her back with his cock buried in her throat, I
don't know.

   As soon as the head of his cock popped inside her tight little ass, he
began to shove forward until his whole shaft was all the way inside.  Then
after a little wait for her to adjust, he began to stroke in and out of
her. I chose this moment to move out and take my first picture.

   The beauty of the camera her father had given us was that I could take a
lot of pictures really fast and I had set it up to do just that.  I got
about six pictures off before they noticed the flashing of the camera.  As
they began to move to get free of my wife, I let the camera finish that
roll of film.  Then I simply turned and walked...well...hobbled our of the
door.

   I heard Jen call out to me, but I was beyond stopping to `chat' now.  I
made it to the lobby and the cab was just pulling up when Don cam running
down to me.

   "Hey...what are you going to do with those pictures?  Don't do anything
rash now."

   "Fuck off asshole.  You can just fuck off and die.  You come any closer,
broken leg or not I will remove any doubt as to just what I can do with
this crutch and my bare hands.  You will get all you deserve.  I hope you
have plans on taking care of Jen real well too.  She's your's, all yours
enjoy."

   I climbed into the cab and we were off.  In the back window I saw Jen
running after me as we pulled out into traffic.  I went back the to our
hotel room and having already packed my things, threw them into the waiting
cab and then had him deliver me to the airport.

   I arrived home...to my home, alone.  Jen had yet to move in with me. 
That was our next step when we got home from our honeymoon.  Now that
looked to be never.  I took the film to a trusted friend to have him
develop.  He was distressed when he saw the pictures the following day and
came over to have a few drinks with me.

   I knew he had questions, but I was still too shocked and wound up to
talk about it.  He left, after getting me to promise to talk to him and not
do anything rash.  I already knew what I intended to do.  I had six copies
of each picture and I sat down and put together six envelopes of the
pictures.

   One to Jen's parents, one to Don's parents, one to Don's wife (I had
done some background work on him while waiting for the pictures to be
developed.  It seems that Don had gotten married six months before.  What
an ass.), and then a couple of others to some friends of ours, none with
any explanations, just the pictures to do all the talking.

   In most of the pictures you could see the wedding ring I had given Jen.
Placed on her finger with the hopes and dreams of having her as a lover and
partner for eternity.  I never knew that eternity was only three days.

   I did nothing with the envelopes, deciding to wait a bit before sending
them off.  Jen hadn't called so I could only assume that she had stayed at
the hotel for the entire week and some odd days we had left.  Probably
partying with anyone who wanted to have her nubile young body.

   I had never had any hint or idea that she would or had been unfaithful
to me.  I hadn't a clue about anything now it seemed.  She had pulled the
wool over my eyes so well.  I wondered if we had went ahead and had sex
early on in our relationship if it would have made any difference.

   Had my drive to be `pure' for my wife on our wedding night been too much
to ask of her?  I had noticed that my cock was a bit bigger than all of the
men that night.  The biggest had been Don and I was about two inches
longer. Evidently size didn't matter as much as using it.

   Since I had the time off from work yet, I just sat around moping and
wondering what I was going to do.  I finally called the minister who had
married us and after a little chat, he arranged to see me.

   When I asked him during our meeting about the chances of getting our
marriage annulled, he was surprised.  Then I explained, with the graphic
photo's in hand of what Jen had done to us.  He looked sick when he saw the
first picture, and just handed them back without looking at any of the
others.

   "Randy, are you sure you want to get your marriage annulled?  Can't you
forgive her and try to make your marriage work yet?  It's not right that
she did this to you, to both of you, but she did have a history with Don.
Do you think you could at least try to work it out with her?"

   "You have to be joking pastor.  You're kidding right?  She not only
cheated on me, she cheated on me with three men.  Two of them she didn't
even know before that night.  Total strangers.  While it isn't something
she would have done freely, she didn't fight with Don too much about it. 
Matter of fact she sounded as if she was looking forward to it.  How would
I ever be able to trust her again?  My wife...easiest piece..."

   "Randy...that is possibly true, but what about her drew you to her to
begin with?  There must be a thread of love for her left.  I would be
remiss in my duties to my God if I didn't try to keep your marriage intact.
You need to talk to her, find out her side of this...mess."

   "Reverend, with all due respect, I can't bring myself to want to be near
her anymore.  She cheated on me, lied to me, and she did it with her eyes
wide open too.  Just before she left to go to that...party...I mentioned
cheating wives...she knew that I was getting suspicious yet she still went.
She was worried that I knew, yet she still had to go.  She never tried to
tell me a damned thing.  She wanted to go there and...do that."

   "But what about the blackmail by Don?"

   "Yeah...how did he get those first pictures to begin with?  She had
already cheated on me with him once that day.  Maybe even more than that.
Maybe she had been f...sleeping with him all along while dating me.  How's
that for a faithful girlfriend or wife?  No...I'm done and I want an
annulment.  If you won't do that I'll apply for a divorce.  I would rather
get the marriage annulled though."

   "Well, I want you to think about it for two weeks first.  I will also
require both of you to attend a counseling session together.  You need to
talk to her Randy.  That is the minimum I will do for you to get the
annulment."

   "Dammit...I just want this over and done with, she cheated on me and as
far as I'm concerned its over between us.  Period."

   "One couples session Randy.  At least to hear her side of everything."

   "If that's the best you'll do...okay.  One, repeat, only one session. 
Then the annulment.  Right?"

   "If that is still what you want at that point, then the annulment." "I
don't think I'll be changing my mind reverend."

   I went home and thanked the Gods that my leg was getting a bit better. I
could walk on it now, the cast supporting me pretty well.  I still had to
watch overdoing it and I had a long ways to go until getting that cast off.
As I checked my messages on the phone I found three in a row from Jen. 
Tears and begging.

   I was upset all over again.  Did she really think that crying because I
had caught her with three men was going to soften me up now?  Did she think
I would take her back now that she had cheated on me on our honeymoon?  I
had saved myself...all for what?  To be left behind while my new wife had
fun with three other men at once.

   Deep inside I knew that I had screwed up a bit in my insistence of
remaining pure for my wife.  That had been a mistake for sure.  Perhaps if
I had been sexually active with Jen before hand she would have never had a
reason to cheat on me.  Water under the bridge...already gone down stream
and no coming back.

   A while later, just after supper, a knock on my door got me on my feet.
Opening it I found my...estranged wife standing there, red eyed and still
crying.

   "C-C-Can we talk Ra-Randy?  P-P-P-Please?"

   "What's to talk about Jen?  I'm sure you're going to say that you love
me.  Well, I still love you as much as that pains me to say.  What else is
there to talk about?  You want me to understand or accept an apology? 
Maybe you can undo the sex with those guys then?  Or better yet, maybe you
can undo the sex you had with Don before that time?  How many times would
you have to undo all that sex while you were dating me Jen?  How many times
did you fuck around on me?  You couldn't wait one little bit more?  On our
honeymoon for Christ's sake.  There is nothing to talk about.  I'm asking
for an annulment.  We will have to have a session with the minister of
yours that married us first, but then it's over with.  Good night."

   I never gave her a chance to talk and slammed the door in her face on my
last words.  Locking it I hobbled to the phone and unhooked it too.  Then I
went to bed.  I slept the sleep of the condemned that night.  Tossing and
turning.  My dreams were all of Jen.  Sometimes of dates we had and the fun
times, but always Don showing up in them and taking her...again and again.

   In the morning I showered and made to go to the doctors for a follow-up
on my leg.  I opened the door to find Jen curled up sleeping on my front
doorstep.  She had slept there all night and I hadn't known it.  I felt a
bit sorry for her, then the memories came back.  I ended up stepping over
her quietly and going on my way.

   Arriving home she was sitting on my front steps waiting.

   "What?  Haven't you got it yet?  We are through Jen.  It's over.  You
made your choice and it wasn't to be with me.  That's it.  Have a nice life
but, get out of here and live it now.  We're done."

   "I need you to listen to me Randy.  I. .."

   "Listen to some more lies?  Listen to how you cheated on me after only
being married for one day?  Listen to try to explain how this was all
somehow my fault then?  No.  We will have our session with the pastor then
it's all over.  The fat lady will have sung then.  I can't even recognize
who you are anymore.  You threw it all away for some `right now'
gratification.  You don't really expect me to forgive and forget and go
blindly on with you now do you?  Go home to daddy and when he asks you why
you're at his home instead of with your new husband, tell him how Don and
his buddies were so much more fun than I was.  See if he will be
understanding of you too."

   "Randy...please.  I know I chose...poorly..."

   "POORLY!  Damn, twisting things up already...go away Jen.  We are no
more."

   "Okay Randy, I was stupid for even talking to Don.  I should have known
that he had planned that whole business trip thing.  I should have paid
attention to you and just chased him off.  Then we had that fight over the
breakfast...and you broke your leg.  H-H-H-he was the one that found me. 
He took me to you.  He made me feel safe in a country far from home."

   "Did you know that he is married now?  Did you know that he planned to
be where ever we went to honeymoon in order to get you one last time? 
Probably hoped that you would get caught having it off with those guys in
order to break us up too.  Wouldn't put it past him.  But the real point
Jen is this, you allowed it to happen to begin with.  Even newly married as
we were you allowed him to talk you into bed with him.  Why?  How could
you? I think that if not him, someone else would have or eventually will
have talked you into cheating on me.  I think it is something in your
makeup Jen.  You're a cheater.  You cheat on people.  Worst of all, you
cheat on yourself.  Goodby Jen.  Have a nice life."

   I turned away and closed the door.  Tears formed in my eyes as I had
said that last bit to her.  It had hurt far worse than my leg getting
broken or any other pain I had ever had in my life to that point.  The
woman I had loved beyond life itself had torn me up and tossed me aside for
a bit of fun with the old boyfriend.  Faithless.  Cheat.

   The look in her eyes as I had tore into her broke my heart.  I didn't
let up, and that haunted me.  For the next three days I heard nothing from
her.  Her father called once.  He spoke quietly on the phone and just asked
if there was any chance at all I would consider taking Jen back.  I
couldn't answer him and just hung up.

   The minister called to set up the session with Jen and I dreaded that
day coming.  I went out with some friends one night just before that
session and as we were drinking and partying I saw Jen with her
girlfriends. They all glared hard at me like I was the one who had cheated
on her.  Bitches.  Damned nosey bitch's.

   All the party fun went out of me and I made to leave.  As I walked by
Jen and her friends she jumped up and blocked my way.  Her friends
surrounded me effectively stranding me.

   "Please...can we talk Randy?  Please?"

   "Jen, we have been there and done that.  There is nothing to talk about.
I got married to the most beautiful and loving girl in the world.  I saved
myself for her.  She threw it all away by cheating on me.  I'm still a
virgin Jen.  A married virgin.  That is a mistake I am going to change
quite soon too.  I'll not be a virgin much longer, even if I have to go out
and buy that from a streetwalker.  I'll not be a virgin anymore.  Say, are
you going to be busy Friday night?  I've got a hundred bucks and I want to
get laid."

   "Okay.  You're right.  I really made a mess of things and you...caught
me in that too.  Everything is so...mixed up right now.  I wanted you to
know one thing Randy.  I love you.  I think I always will too. 
I'm...I...oh...I'm so sorry I hurt you like that.  So sorry."

   She was too upset to talk and her friends moved to surround her as she
broke down crying.  I moved on, limping, wishing that I had never broken my
leg that day.  Maybe things would have turned out better, or at least far
different from what they did.

   I had been quite harsh in my striking out at her.  I just couldn't get
her out of my system yet and then the pain was so severe to me still...I
couldn't help but be mean towards her.  Then I'd feel guilty for doing so
too.

   Our day with the minister was a complete loss.  He was trying to get us
to work things out so that the marriage wouldn't fall.  Jen was trying to
get me to work things out between us.  I just wanted it over with.

   In the end I became the bad guy.  I forced the issue at hand and by the
time I walked out four hours later, I had won my annulment.  If one could
call that winning.  I went out and got on my lips drunk and found out that
I couldn't walk drunk with that damned cast on my leg.  After a few phone
calls, I finally found a buddy to come get me and take me home.

   At home for the remaining two days I had before going back to work, I
just sat around and moped.  I wasn't sure I had tried enough to work things
out, but how many husbands were or had ever been in my position?  Very few
I was certain.

   At work I found people avoided me unless they absolutely had to talk to
me.  I guess I had a bit of an attitude looking back on it.  I did do one
thing that I thought long and hard about.  I sent Don's wife one of the
envelopes.

   He called me about two days later furious with me.  It turned out that
his wife had left him and since her daddy owned the business where Don
worked, he was fired too.  His problems were just starting though.

   After his firing it came out that he had used two secretary's in his
little `sex for the clients' scheme's and they came forward.  The tangled
web woven by his greed for sex and clients spread and spread.  Soon there
were several other firings that I heard about.  Some of his clients were in
the marriage troubles too.

   I wondered about the two men who had enjoyed my wife that day.  Had they
been in the spread of trouble caused by Don too?  After that week, I found
that my feelings towards Jen started to change a bit.

   I knew that we would never get back together now, but at least I didn't
hate her as much as I had during the whole ordeal.  I could see how she was
led in and then coerced into the things she did for Don.

   Had I not witnessed her talking to Don about the two other men in the
hotel room that day I might have even let myself be talked into taking her
back afterwards.  The problem was I had heard them talking and she had been
looking forward to the sex with those men deep inside.

   Single again, I didn't date.  I did take care of my virginity status
though.  I went out one night and getting about half drunk, paid a `lady of
the evening' for a few hours of her time.  I told her I was a virgin, and
she didn't believe me until we actually got into the act.  I guess it
showed and as it did her whole attitude towards me changed.

   By the end of those hours I had learned how to fuck a woman and fuck her
well.  I had also learned how to eat pussy, and even how to take a woman in
anal sex as well.  Her guidance was very good natured and she even cut me
some slack on the cost.  She had never had a virgin man before.

   I worried about STD's, but with the condoms and all I was a bit
relieved. A month later I got checked just in case and came out clean. 
After that I set my sights on dating again.  Getting out and about as a
free agent was hard at first.  I still felt `taken'.  It took about four
dates to get over that feeling too.

   A year went by and I was on top of my game.  I kept myself free of any
long term commitments, and my job had worked out for me in ways I never
could have thought possible.  I was promoted twice, and my salary was now
close to six figures.  I had no debt, other than my house payments, and
life was going smooth.

   One day a buddy asked me if I would go on a blind date with him.  I was
confused at first, then realized he wanted me to take out someone that I
didn't know, not that he didn't know.  I almost declined, but he begged me
to because his girlfriend was getting pushy about him finding a guy for her
friend.

   His girlfriend was positive that her friend was the perfect woman for me
and she was insistent that I do this.  I argued with them about it over
several days and finally, getting weary of his nagging, decided that maybe
one date wouldn't be a real bad thing.

   Not looking forward to the date but still curious, I accepted.  On that
night, I showed up at the restaurant and ended up waiting for them to show.
He came in with his girlfriend and as they sat down my date showed up.

   Shock could not explain my feelings.  His girlfriend looked at my face
then at my dates face as we came to realize who each other was.  She was
smiling at both of us.  I was too stunned to say a word.

   Jen was speechless as well.

   I sat there not knowing what to do.  Should I run or should I tough it
out for the dinner then duck out?  After a cautious look at my ex-wife I
decided to stay and have dinner in spite of my misgivings.

   "Hi Jen.  Long time no see.  Did you have..."

   "NO.  Paula arranged this whole thing without telling me your name. 
Obviously they never told you my name either.  Um...so...how have you
been?"

   "Okay I guess.  Dating and working.  Yourself?"

   "Um...well...that is to say..."

   "Jen hasn't been dating anyone silly.  She just sits around moping about
her life and how she lost you Randy.  It's killing her.  I thought you both
needed to see each other.  So...if you have any problems with this whole
night just chew me out since Jen had nothing to do with it at all."

   We both started to talk to Paula at the same time.  It got confusing for
a moment then I sat quietly as Jen asked her a few questions.

   "Paula, are you nuts?  You know that our marriage was annulled and why.
How could you think that Randy would ever want to see me again anyway? 
What is wrong with you?  Randy doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.
How could you do this to me?  To him?"

   Paula was sitting there confidently and composed.  It was as if she had
expected both of us to be more than a little upset.

   "Jen, you still are living in your shadow world.  You had to get out and
live sometime and I just thought that this would bring it to a head and get
it over with in your mind at the same time."

   I felt that it was my turn...and didn't have much at all to say.  I was
thinking deep down that it was good to see Jen again, even under the
circumsances.

   "Paula, this is a kind of a nasty thing to spring on Jen and I.  You
know our history and yet you do this.  Why?"

   "Well Randy, I think that you two were a perfect match for each other
first of all.  Secondly, you have been dating, but not...'dating'.  You
know what I mean.  You've been dating women but not anything serious in any
way.  You are searching for someone that you lost and Jen is it."

   Our dinner was a long and uncomfortable event.  It seemed to drag for me
and I think for Jen as well.  Then, to top off the whole thing, my buddy
and his girlfriend ducked out on us while they were dancing.  Jen and I sat
there for about an hour before we realized that they had left us alone.

   "Um...looks like we have been left Randy."

   "Yeah, I was beginning to wonder.  They left us and took off.  Damn."

   "Look, you don't have to take me anywhere, I'll call a cab.  It was good
to see you though.  Thanks for not running out or getting angry and causing
a scene.  I'm sorry that she set us up like this too.  I had no idea..."

   "I'll give you a ride Jen.  It's the least I could do under the
circumstances.  I can tell you knew nothing about this date.  I..."

   "You don't have to give me a ride Randy.  I can catch a cab easily. 
Honest.  I don't want to trouble you in any way."

   "Jen...about uh...I mean..."

   I had to know.  It had bothered me for quite some time after the
annullment.

   "Don?  He got kicked out by his wife, her father fired him, his friends
all disappeared, and then he had the nerve to come begging on my doorstep
for a place to stay.  I told him off and sent him packing.  He left town
after that.  Not sure where, nor do I care.  He was the largest loser I
ever had the misfortune of knowing."

   "You sent him packing?  I sent the pictures to his wife.  Afterwards.  I
was cool when I did it too, not hot and angry.  I felt she needed to know
for sure.  He obviously hid his tracks pretty well up to that point."

   "Yeah, and I wasn't the only one he pulled into his hooks either.  The
list was quite long."

   "Guess he got what he deserved then huh?"

   "Yeah.  Everyone did Randy.  Except you.  You never deserved what I did
to you."

   "Jen..."

   "No, you need to hear me out Randy.  I need you to.  What I did was the
cruelest thing a wife could have done to her husband.  You gave me hints
for a while and I chose to ignore them because I was still a bit mad at you
deep down and because of the excitement Don made me feel.  I was so wrong
in so many ways."

   "Yeah, well I could have done some things differently too Jen.  That no
sex thing...stupid.  Really stupid.  If we had been having sex you may not
have been so easily swayed to his direction.  I..."

   "No.  I should have shut him down that first day.  I didn't because of
the way everything had gone and us not having things go our way like I had
hoped.  I was a bit...I guess too horny and a little mixed up too.  If
anyone was responsible though it was that dirty dealing jackass.  He meant
to do what he did and he went way out of his way to do it too.  Some kind
of power trip over me I guess.  After we started dating I blew him off
because I was in love with you and he had only been...I guess our thing was
all just the sex in the end."

   We ended up having the longest talk about the whole sordid affair.  I
was calm and cool now and it appeared that Jen had finally accepted the
fact that she had more than messed up things.  I had my part in it all
though too.

   We talked about other things for a while then I took her home.  Her
apartment was small and in a kind of a run down neighborhood.  I was a bit
worried about her walking to her door by herself in the darkness of the
night, so I walked her to her door.  There we spent an awkward few moments
until I finally said goodnight.

   Getting home I sat up and thought over the whole night.  Jen had changed
a bit, she looked...I don't know...perhaps a bit tired or maybe sad.  I
wondered how she had seen me?  Did I have that same haunted look too?  I
know I had truly and honestly loved her mind, body and soul.  It had been
so hard on me.

   I tossed and turned that night and for several nights afterwards.  I
finally dropped by her place one night and asked her out for coffee.  We
chatted some more and she seemed to be a bit happier that night.

   Soon, we were fast becoming a `thing'.  We had dated several times over
a few months and I found our talks to be different than what we had before.
I still had feelings for her, that I knew.  She too had feelings for me yet
also.

   One night after a few cups of coffee I had to stop by my house for a
minute to check on a troublesome pipe.  Jen came along as it was on the way
to her place.  At home, she came in to look around and was suitably
impressed.

   I had managed to fix up the place and do some neat things in the yard as
well.  She loved it all.  Her eyes lit up as she looked around.  Without
thinking about it I put my arm around her as she looked at the deck I had
built out back.  She hesitated then moved in closer to me.

   I was startled when she looked up at me and as I looked back, she moved
close and kissed me with a soft and quick kiss on the lips.  Then she broke
away and walked out on the deck to investigate it more fully.

   I stood there, my emotions running wild.  I was asking myself if I
really wanted to be with her again and I was having problems giving myself
an answer.  Meanwhile Jen just gave me space and continued to look over the
deck.

   I offered her a cup of coffee in the kitchen and she waited for it
sitting at the kitchen table.  That table that I had seen her sit at so
many times before.  My heart was pounding and my hand shook just a bit as I
sat her coffee mug down in front of her.

   "So...uh...what do you think of the house anyway?"

   "It's just beautiful Randy.  You really fixed it up nice.  I love that
deck.  You built it all by yourself?"

   "The deck?  Yeah.  Well, I had to get some help at the start and all.  I
loved building it.  It was a part of my...it helped me when...I'm sorry.'

   I had about told her that I had used it as my medicinal purging from the
hurt and pain, since that is what it had been.  I then thought of who I was
talking to and knew I had to shut up.  Jen could see what I had about said
though and I saw a little cloud pass over her eyes for a moment.

   "I know.  I'm still sorry about that too Randy.  I wish...I just
wish..."

   "It's okay Jen.  I know you suffered too.  It was all a bad dream
though. For both of us."

   "So...how long did it take then?"

   "I'm sorry...how long did what take?"

   "The deck silly.  How long did it take you to build?"

   "Oh.  Uh...I think it took about three months weekends and evenings.  I
could have gone faster but I had other considerations."

   "Have you found anyone special yet Randy?  I mean...I just..."

   "No.  Nobody.  Just hasn't been anyone I care to know that well I guess.
I am no longer a virgin though.  I...well...I paid a lady to help me there
and then in my dating afterwards..."

   "So you did lose that cherry then?  I find that sad for some reason. 
You worked so long to save yourself for that one special woman only to..."

   "Jen, don't.  It's over with.  Water under the bridge.  Let it go.  I
think I have."

   "Oh Randy, I just can't seem to forgive myself.  I hurt you so bad
and..."

   "Jen, I forgive you.  Please...let it go."

   "If it were only so easy to do as to say."

   In my heart I was agreeing with her.  It had not been easy for me in the
past year.  I had dated of course, but nobody I dated was that special
person I would want to spend the rest of my life with.  "Randy, I was
wondering..."

   Her voice broke through my thoughts and I had been unaware that I had
been silent for a bit.

   "What?"

   "Well...that is to say...you have no reason to want to, but I have
wondered ever since...that...day...what it would have been like.  You
know...being with you.  Sexually."

   "Oh.  Well, to be honest I had some thoughts about you that way too."

   "Look, I know you probably don't want to go there, but I am curious
enough to want...God, I sound like a...wanton whore...oh damnit...look, we
never got to...have sex...and I wondered if..."

   "Jen, do you think that would be a good idea after all that happened? 
I'm not sure I want to..."

   "I know...after what I did that day...you probably wouldn't want to
touch me intimately ever."

   "No.  What I was going to say Jen is that we are just now getting along
pretty good considering everything.  I don't want to mess up whatever we
have now by getting too close.  It might confuse things between us."

   "What do we have Randy?  I mean, what exactly are we now?  We have been
seeing each other and visiting.  It is different than before but
still...what are we?"

   "Maybe renewed friends?  Jen, after all that happened, please don't take
this the wrong way, but I have had...issues...of sorts with trust and
commitment.  I know that just having sex wouldn't interfere with that but
it's our past that worries me.  I'm afraid...it just that..."

   "You're afraid of falling in love with me again and me hurting you like
before?"

   "Well, yes.  The honest truth is I fear you because of what happened
then.  I am not sure I could ever trust you and that lack of trust between
us would cause problems later on.  I don't know if I'll ever get over those
feelings or as a matter of fact, to be quite straight with you, if I will
ever get over you either."

   "Oh...I hurt you far worse than I ever dreamed I could.  I've looked
back on that day that he...talked me into being with him and wondered how I
could ever have done that.  Maybe you were right.  Maybe I am a cheat and
always will be a cheater."

   "No, I was angry.  That was not the truth.  Yes, you did cheat, but that
doesn't mean you would again.  Not after all...well, I would hope that
after all that happened between us you would think long and hard before
doing that to anyone again.  My anger struck out at you in the only I could
without being...physical."

   Jen moved closer to me, scooting her chair around.  Taking my hands in
hers she held them as she looked into my eyes.  I could see something
there, some kind of spark or fire.  I kept quiet, waiting for her to speak,
or do something.

   She sat there for a long time, just looking into my eyes and holding my
hands.  Then, deliberately, slowly, and firmly, she place my hands on her
breasts.  Holding them to her she closed her eyes for a moment then
reopened them to look deeply into my eyes again.

   "Randy...can you feel my heat?  I don't care about anything anymore but
having you.  You are the one man that captured my heart long ago and I've
never been whole since that day you left.  I have no bargaining chips or
power to make you do anything.  If I did, I wouldn't want to use them in
any way to control you.  I remember spending many nights masturbating after
a date with you.  Wanting you to take me and use me any way you wanted to.
I had dreams of you taking me, waking up wet and horny.  Then, just when I
was about to have you...I threw it all away in a stupid moment of anger and
thoughtlessness.  I don't care about tomorrow now Randy.  All I want is for
you to take me...take me anyway you want, but take me.  Afterwards, you can
dump me or whatever you want.  You have become...like an obsession with me
now.  The one man I wanted most and I never had."

   As she was speaking to me she had undone the buttons on her blouse and
then pulled up her bra.  My hands were now on her naked flesh.  Her hard
little nipples begging to be squeezed and touched.  My fingers were doing
just that too.

   My erection was becoming a problem and I had to shift a bit.  When I did
Jen looked down at my crotch and smiled.  Then she looked into my eyes once
more.

   "Someone wants out to play I think.  Will you let him out to play with
me?  Please?  I'll beg if it will help Randy.  I mean, really beg.  On my
knees, groveling kind of begging.  Is that what you are going to make me
do? Beg?"

   "I just don't know Jen.  I want you...but what happened..."

   "Happened.  Let it happen now Randy.  Please...I really need to know
what...I...lost."

   "Okay.  But just this once, and then we will have to each think about
things before we see each other again.  You're scaring me by the way Jen.
I've never seen you like this."

   "Well, duh...silly.  We never went where we are about to go before. 
This will be our...first...time."

   "One question first Jen.  Would it have made a difference at all if we
had...you know...if I had not been so stuck on being a virgin?  Would you
have been able to stop from..."

   "I don't know...why don't you show me what you can do and afterwards I
may be able to answer that one."

   With those words Jen slipped to her knees in front of me and undid my
jeans.  Pulling and tugging on them, I lifted up so she could get them down
my legs.  Once around my ankles she started on my underwear.  These, in her
hurry to get to me, she just ripped off, and threw them to one side.

   Her warm hands began to fondle my shaft, and it was raging hard by this
point.  I could see lust in her eyes.  She leaned in, her tongue coming out
as she did, and then before I knew it, I felt her soft, hot, and wet tongue
slipping down my shaft, lapping at me.

   I still had my hands on her breasts and I kept caressing them as I swam
in the feelings of her tongue touching me.  Her lips soon opened up and I
felt the heat of the insides of her mouth as she lowered her head onto my
shaft.

   Lips closing around me, tightly gripping, she began to move her head up
and down, slowly and smoothly.  Each time down she took a little bit more
of me until she had just over half of my cock in her mouth.

   I moved my hands to her hair, and gripped, enjoying the sensations of an
exquisite blow-job.  I could feel Jen's tongue swirling around my shaft as
she moved up and down on it.  Suddenly, and without any warning, she began
to work more of me into her mouth, taking over three-quarters in one long
drive.

   Coming up for air she looked into my eyes, and then started all over
again.  This time she managed to get almost to the base of my shaft, giving
up only when her gag reflex overcame her.  She kept up this attack until
she finally took all of me totally into her mouth and down her throat.

   Looking into my eyes she appeared to be smiling around my cock.  Then
she began to move her head fully up and down my shaft, each time going down
until her lips ground into the pubic hair at the base.

   It didn't take long at all and I was about to shoot.  I tapped her,
wanting her to know I was close.  She took her mouth off my cock long
enough to whisper in a sexy and lustful low voice...

   "I want you to cum in my mouth.  I want to taste all of you Randy.  Let
go and let me taste you."

   She then went back to work, even faster and with more intent than
before. Soon, before I wanted to too, I began to orgasm.  I felt my hot cum
boiling up my shaft and as I watched, Jen moved her head up keeping the
head of my cock between her lips.  Swallowing as fast as she could, she
took all I had and after I was done she licked and sucked my until I was
clean.

   Moving up and sitting on my lap she pressed her breasts into my face.  I
found her hard nipples on my lips so I began to suck and lick on them.  My
hands went down to her buttons on her pants only to find that she had
already undone them and was moving to push them down and off.

   Naked except for her blouse and the bra that was shoved up over her
breasts, she moved to straddle my lap.  I could feel the heat of her pussy,
touching me as she began to squirm around on me.  My shaft, softened from
my orgasm, began to regain it's hardness as my hands explored Jen's body.

   I slipped two fingers inside her hot and very tight pussy, letting them
soak in her juices as my mouth worked to get back over her nipples.  She
turned her body, letting me get my lips around her nipples and as she did,
the head of my cock rubbed her `taint' causing me to throb with
anticipation.

   Suddenly Jen broke away and stood up, turning around to face me. 
Leaning in, she kissed me fully on the mouth and stuck her tongue inside. I
slipped my tongue around hers and we fought it out a bit, then she relented
and my tongue entered her mouth.  Back and forth we went, tongues touching
and tasting each other.

   My hands were busy still, fingering her dripping pussy and now I had a
finger inside her ass as well.  She was humping air standing in front of
me, almost in orgasm.  I pulled my fingers free, and standing up, picked up
her lithe body and carried her into my bedroom.

   Laying her on her back on the bed, I grasped each of her ankles, and
picking up her legs, spread them way out.  Then, moving to kneel in between
her spread wide open legs, I rested my hands just under her knees, and
pushed her legs up and back until her knees pressed against her breasts.

   Wide open and inviting, her pussy pulsed in need and I bent down letting
my tongue trace a path from her thighs to her trimmed pussy.  Once there, I
lapped and played with her clit, once in a while dipping my tongue into her
pussy and fucking it like my tongue was a little cock.

   Jen's moans were getting louder and louder as I played with her, and my
explorations began to move farther around her body.  I let my tongue drift
down over her `taint' and then encircle her tight little brown bud.  Jen's
shaking told me that she liked what I was doing so I concentrated on first
one tight little hole then the other.  Soon I was dipping my tongue inside
each hole as my fingers stroked in the unoccupied one.

   Jen began to thrash around and her hands tried to grab my head to pull
it in tighter to her.  I held her so she couldn't quite do that and drove
her farther up the wall to her orgasm.  Licking and sucking as the spur of
the moment took me, I soon placed my lips softly around her hardened little
clit and then began to hum.

   Humming, changing pitch as I did drove her up and over.  I could feel
her pussy clasping my fingers as she flooded them.  I moved my tongue out
and hummed some more as I pressed her clit hard with the tip of it.  Jen
cried out loud and her hands, failing grabbing my head, grabbed my hands
that held her legs and she came as hard as I had ever seen a woman cum
before.

   She actually sprayed her juices out, and when I realized what was
happening, I moved down to catch her juices in my mouth.  Sweet and tangy
she tasted great.  I lapped and sucked on her pussy as it quivered from her
orgasm.

   Her legs fell to her sides as she collapsed from cumming so hard and
spread wide open to me I sat up and just looked at her body.  A light sheen
of sweat covered her and made her glow.  I leaned down and began to lick
around her pussy, then moved up her tummy a little bit at a time, until I
was again at her nipples.

   I felt her coming around and her hands reached out to hug me close to
her.

   "God...where did you learn to do that anyway?  I'll bet you had to beat
women off with a stick once they found out you could do that."

   "I have never let loose like that with any other woman Jen.  I have
always held back.  Not sure why I did or why I let loose like I did with
you."

   "Ummmm...well, your cock is certainly hard now.  Think you could put it
somewhere to do me some good?"

   "Anything you want honey.  Anything at all."

   I moved around a bit and the head of my very hard cock found her pussy
lips, open and begging for it to enter.  I moved up and let it drive inside
her a little ways then stopped.  Not wanting to hurt her, I was going slow.

   Jen was having none of that.  She grabbed my hips and drove her pussy up
to take my shaft fully inside her.  She froze once I was in almost all the
way.  She was gasping and breathing hard as her pussy became used to my
size.

   "Oh...God...you are stuffing me so full...sooooo...nicely. 
Mmmmmmm...yessss...give it to me...fuck me...FUCK ME."

   I pulled back a bit then without any hesitation, drove all the way
inside her pussy.  I felt the head of my cock hit a hard part of her, and
she gasped, but didn't let loose of me.  I went easier for a bit then once
I found the right distance I began to ram in and out of her, fucking her
hard and fast.

   I could feel the lips of her pussy clinging to my shaft as I pulled out
and then getting shoved inside her as I drove forward again.  Her arms went
around my back along with her legs, and she began to cry out softly.

   "Yesss...mmmm...fuck...fuck...fuck meeeeee...Oh...God...yessssss...fuck
FUCK."

   I kept up my pace and then move my head a bit, getting my lips around
one of her nipples.  Sucking hard on her little nipple drove her up and up
as my cock rammed in and out.  I was getting close as was she.

   Suddenly Jen cried out loud and began to cum.  Shaking as she did, her
voice went out with the intensity of her orgasm and she just laid there
hoarsely saying `fuck fuck fuck'.  I felt my orgasm coming on strong and
drove in one final time hard and as deep as I could.  My hot cum spurted
out deep inside her pussy and only after I finished did I realize that I
had not worn a condom.  I held a little fear that she might get pregnant.
That was the last thing either of us needed at this time in our lives.

   Jen laid in a puddle of quivering flesh as I rolled off of her.  She
curled up in a small little ball and looked to me like she had fallen
asleep.  I got up and went to the bathroom.  Deciding to shower, I turned
on the shower and then climbed in.

   Getting out, I found Jen as I had left her, but I noticed that her
shoulders were shaking.  I moved over and laid beside her, seeing tears
running down her face to mark the sheet.

   "What's wrong?  Did I hurt you when we were...when I put my cock inside
you?"

   "No.  Oh no Randy.  You were...wonderful.  It felt so good so...right.
The best I have ever felt.  You took me places nobody has ever taken me
before.  I'm just...happy.  Happy and sad.  I now know how much I lost and
it hurts.  I could have had you all this time had I been a faithful wife
instead of a cheating bitch.  I messed up and now..."

   "Hey, it wouldn't have been like this back then.  I only knew what I had
read about.  It took a hooker and several other women in dates to find out
the finer arts that led to today Jen.  Don't be sad.  I loved what we just
did.  You were great too."

   "Yeah, but I'll never have you like I could have.  I'll never be Mrs. 
Randy Brown again.  I threw it all away.  I wish...I wish..."

   "Don't.  Don't go there Jen.  You never know, things could happen. 
People do change.  We are proof of that.  I mean, a year ago I would never
have imagined being with you like we just were and not angry or meaning to
hurt you."

   "Then...is there a small chance that we could...that you would think
about..."

   "I'm not sure Jen.  Right now I am mixed up and unsure of anything
except that I've just had some of the best sex I've ever had in my life.  I
hope it doesn't mess things up between us now.  I'm still not sure about
`us' and what will happen.  We have a lot of things we need to work out
before we could ever go to where we once were."

   "Well, I'll take what I can get Randy.  If we can have that kind of sex
once in a while...I'd live with just that I guess.  I know I still want
more and that may never happen...but I'll take what I can get."

   "So, you had enough or you want some more?"

   "I'll always want more of you.  Always."

   Saying that, Jen rolled up and then moved between my legs, sucking on my
now soft cock.  It didn't stay that way long.  I pulled on her hips until
she got the idea and moved to straddle my face.  In the classic sixty-nine
we brought each other to orgasm in a softer and quieter way.

   When I woke up, Jen was curled up next to me, one of her arms was over
my shoulders, her hand holding my biceps.  I moved a bit more to be on my
back and then nestled her head on my chest.  Petting her hair I thought
over all we had been through and what had just transpired.

   My heart was tugging me in one direction but my head was pulling in yet
another.  Torn I laid there and wondered if I could ever bring myself to
trust this woman again?  Enough to go to where we once had been?

   Time would tell I knew.  I just wanted to know now.  So much time had
passed already.  Time that we should have been spending together as man and
wife.  Time that should have brought us closer together yet.

   I found I had never stopped loving her.  My heart told me that each time
I thought of her.  My head kept reminding me of her breaking of our trust.
My trust.  While I could see that we were good together, and that I still
had strong feelings for her, I also had that mistrust of her at the same
time.

   Looking down at her angelic face and seeing that smile as she slept
almost brought tears to my eyes.  How could she have ever done what she had
done like that?  What had drove her to that point so early on in our
relationship?  Could or would it happen again?

   The only thing I was sure of was that if I opened up to let her in again
and she cheated on me then...I'd never be able to take it.  I had some hard
thinking to do and felt that it would be best to be alone to do it.  I
decided to arrange for a vacation and take some time, by myself, and do
some thinking.

   I drifted off to sleep again and only woke up when I felt lips around my
cock.  Opening my eyes I saw Jen was back at it, wanting some more of me.
Once I was fully hard she sat up and then straddled my body.

   Lowering her pussy down over my shaft she slowly took me inside her
tightness.  The warmth and smoothness of her gripping pussy was comforting
and a huge turn-on in my barely awake state.  She leaned down to let her
nipples brush against my hairy chest.  Her lips caressed my face and lips,
kissing and sometimes sucking me.

   Her motions got more abrupt and faster and soon she was thrashing around
on my cock, bouncing up and down as her tits flew in all directions.  I put
my hands up to cup each of her breasts and then licked on whichever one I
could get to.  Jen came and came hard.  Her clit ground down on my pubic
bone as she rode my shaft to a hard orgasm.

   I exploded inside her just as she slowed down and I could feel my hot
cum mixing with hers and running down around my shaft.  Jen fell to my
chest, then after a moment, she pulled off of me and moved her head down to
lick up our combined juices that were puddled on my crotch.

   "Mmmmm.  Tastes great...and less filling too."

   Her twist on an old beer commercial made me laugh and soon we were both
laughing.  After cleaning me up to her satisfaction, I pulled her up so
that I could repay the favor.  She straddled my head and let me tongue her
pussy for a bit.

   During this time I slipped a finger into her ass and played with her as
I licked and sucked her.  She was moving in small jerky motions and I could
tell she was building up to yet another orgasm.  I rolled her over onto her
back and then really went to work on her.  Spreading her legs wide open and
then up till her knees were on her breasts, I licked and sucked all around
her pussy and then her ass.

   As soon as I felt her asshole loosening up to my tongue, I began to
finger her there.  I kept busy in either her pussy or ass for a bit and she
just built up and up, coming closer to orgasm.  Hard and ready to explore,
my cock throbbed as I figured out where I wanted to go next, if Jen was
willing.

   Reaching into the drawer of my night stand I pulled out the lube I kept
there.  Putting some on my cock I massaged it around then I put some on my
fingers and began to work them into her tight, very tight little ass.

   Jen just moaned and as I worked on her, began to hold her legs wider
apart.  Spread open in front of me totally available to whatever I wanted
did something to me inside.  I felt like she was giving herself to me and
whatever I wanted to do.

   Having worked up to three fingers in her ass as I played with her clit
with my other hand, I knew the time of reckoning had come.  I slipped up
between her spread wide legs, and ran my cock head just inside her pussy a
bit.  Then, I slipped it down and to her little brown bud.

   Her opening, even though I had worked on it with three fingers, was
still very tight.  I went easy yet steadily.  Soon the head of my hard
shaft popped inside and then the rest of that hard shaft followed.  A
little bit at a time I was buried deep inside her ass in no time at all.

   Once all the way in, I stopped and looked at Jen's face.  Eye's closed,
she was playing with her clit and moaning.  Her lips being bit by her teeth
as I pressed deep inside her anal passage.  Once that tense look relaxed
quite a bit I began to work out then back inside.

   After a few minutes of careful work, Jen was beginning to come around
and want me to fuck her ass harder.  She looked into my eyes and then
mouthed..."fuck me" several times.  Each time I drove inside her harder and
faster.

   Soon we were fucking like we had last night.  My cock, all nine inches
of rock hardness, driving in and out in faster and faster motion.  Jen was
crying and moaning, loving it all.  Her fingers were rubbing her clit and
then she was fucking her pussy with them too.

   Stopping me at one point, she rolled over and got up on her knees.  Her
asshole was still open to about the size of a quarter as she reached back
and spread her ass cheeks wide open for me.

   "Stick that cock right back up my ass.  Fuck this asshole and make me
cum you fucker.  Come one...give me that hard cock.  I love it.  Every
God-damned inch of it.  Make me beg...make me your bitch...come on
fucker...take my ass."

   She was almost yelling towards the end and I was worked up as I had ever
been.  I had never had a woman act like Jen was at this moment.  Usually
getting to put my cock in any woman's asshole required many dates and a bit
of alcohol to loosen them up just a tad.

   I never took them unwillingly, but I would work hard to get them to let
me take their ass.  Jen was different in that she was actually begging me
to fuck her ass and so avidly helping me too.  I pressed my cock head into
her ass and she shoved her body back at me hard and fast.

   Jen was doing most of the fucking motion now and it was fast and hard,
all out fucking.  I could feel the heat of her pussy on my balls as they
slapped those wet and hot pussy lips and I reached down to feel her breasts
as they bounced around.

   She came hard then afterwards, got right back into the groove and
started building up to her next orgasm.  I hadn't cum yet and was amazed at
her actions.  Here I had been afraid that she wouldn't want to have anal
sex and she was now proving that I was not only wrong, but way wrong to
boot.

   I could feel my orgasm approaching and I took her hips in my hands.  I
began to ram back into her, meeting her thrusts with the same force.  At
one point, just as I was about to shoot, I slipped out as she went a bit
farther forward than the motion I had gotten into.

   Popping out of her ass the cold air struck my cock and before I knew
what was happening, Jen had turned and taken me into her mouth.  With the
same intensity and force she had been using as I fucked her ass, she took
my cock into her mouth.  Her lips ramming hard against my pubic bone as she
drove forward.

   I began to cum and cum hard.  Jen kept her lips locked around my shaft
and kept up her motions.  I shot off most of my cum as her lips ground on
my shaft base.  Most of my cum shooting straight down her throat.

   Not losing one drop, Jen kept licking and sucking me long after I had
finished cumming.  Her fingers playing with her clit and pussy, even her
asshole as she lovingly sucked me dry and clean.  Breaking away at long
last she looked into my eyes.

   "You should know that I will only ever do that for you.  You and you
alone.  I have been saving myself all this time, like you saved yourself,
and this time I intend to only fuck you, suck you, and swallow you.  I'm
your fuck slut Randy.  Regardless of what happens between us from now on, I
will always be available for you to fuck any way, any time, and any how you
want to.  That is my promise."

   "You don't have to..."

   "It isn't that I have to Randy.  I want to.  You do things inside me
that no man has ever done.  It is far more than the size of your cock. 
It's because it's you.  You Randy.  You do these things to me and no other
man will ever be able to do that for me.  I know this to be true.  Beyond
any doubt."

   "Oh I'm sure that there are other men out there who could do those
things for you Jen."

   "I'm sure there is not.  Randy, I was telling you the truth when I told
you that I still loved you.  That makes a difference that cannot be changed
no matter who or how someone would try.  I am ashamed of what I did on our
honeymoon and what transpired afterwards.  I didn't know.  I was too easy
and never knew the man I had was the best for me.  I'm sorry, so damned
sorry that I ever did those things like I did.  Thank you for last night
and today though.  I know you didn't really want to and all."

   "If I'd really not wanted to, we wouldn't have done anything Jen.  You
should know that about me.  The one thing you should know is that I do have
willpower."

   "Yes.  That is true.  You always had willpower.  Now you have willpower
and that great cock.  That makes a big difference.  No matter what happens
between us though Randy, I will always love you, and always be your slut.
No matter what.  I mean that."

   "Hmmm...I've never had my own personal slut before.  What does one do
with a personal slut anyway?"

   "Anything he wants.  Anything at all.  Use me, abuse me, fuck me anyway
you wish.  At anytime, any day or night, even wherever you want.  Nothing
held back at all.  I'm all yours."

   "Nothing held back?"

   "Nope, nothing."

   "Any where?"

   "Anywhere your heart desires."

   "Anytime?"

   "Any time, anywhere, anyway you want.  I'm your's."

   Naked Jen walked to the kitchen and then as I entered, she sat up on the
table and spread her legs.  Her pussy was right on the edge of the table in
front of my chair.  She took her legs and held them wide open and up in the
air, revealing everything to me.

   I sat down and not being able to resist, began to lick and suck on her
pussy.  We ended up having hot nasty sex on the kitchen table, even using a
few vegetables from the refrigerator.  Jen was tired and worn out by
afternoon.  I showered her and put her to bed.

   I went for a long walk, thinking about things, about us, about
everything.  I came to no hard and fast conclusions, but I did come to
realize that my feelings for Jen were still strong as they had been and
that I still loved her.  I also felt that my fears or perhaps the loss of
respect from her cheating on me like she had, would one day be over and
done with.  As long as she didn't cheat on me again.

   Getting home I found Jen still sleeping, so I showered and went to bed
as well.  We cuddled up together and didn't wake until morning.  I rested
for the first time in a long time and felt one hundred percent great that
morning.  Something that had been lacking in the last year.

   That all happened over a year ago now.  Jen is still with me.  She moved
in that following weekend.  We have not married nor have we talked of such
an event.  She has remained true to her word though.  She will only be with
me and she is my slut still.

   Perhaps someday we will get married, or not.  Right now it does not
matter.  We fuck and we make love too.  We have hot, hard nasty sex, and we
have gentle, soft, and loving sex.  She has not refused anything I have
wanted to try.  I have gotten quite kinky at times too.

   No, she never got pregnant.  She is now on the pill, and if anything, it
has opened her up to being more sexual than before, if possible.  I have
come to know that she is faithful to me and me alone too.

   I have no interest in other people in our relationship, quite unlike
many stories of this nature you find out on the net.  I prefer to be a one
woman man, and so far, Jen prefers to be a one man woman.  Quite a change
from when we first were together.  But, as I said earlier, people can and
do change.  Life has a way of making change occur too.