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 Jason called Tara at work a few days later.

   "Hello?"

   "Did you shave your pussy for me, Tara?" Jason whispered.

   "Jason!" she said, shocked.

   "Did you?"

   "That's none of your business!" she giggled.

   "You better have," Jason continued, "or I'll come over tonight and do it
for you.  Or maybe I'll come see you on your lunch break and check it out."

   "Jason....you can't!"

   "Why not?" he insisted.

   "Well....you know we only get a half hour for lunch!" Then inwardly
kicked herself--hard.  Is that the only reason you can come up with, girl?
Do you really want to screw your ex-husband that badly?

   "You could be my lunch, and vice-versa," Jason offered helpfully.

   "Jason, no!  I can't do--"

   He cut her off.  "Are you wet?"

   "Jason.  Listen--" Trying vainly to take control of the situation.

   "During your lunch I want you to go someplace quiet, and finger your wet
pussy for me." Then before Tara could protest, he hung up.

   *********************

   That night, the phone rang again.  Tara answered it from her bed.

   "Hello?"

   Jasons voice, "Did you do what I told you during lunch?"

   "No," Tara lied.  She had spent the entire half hour doing it, in fact,
and had cum twice.  She had never even gotten a chance to eat any lunch. 
Though the juices she licked from her fingers afterward were pretty
tasty....But her ex didn't need to know this.

   "Liar.  So did you shave yourself?"

   "Jason, I can't tell you that!"

   "If you don't tell me, then I'll have to come over and see for myself."

   "Jason, you can't!"

   "I'm going to come over."

   "Jason...you can't."

   "Why not???"

   "Because I have to work tomorrow." Another terrific response.  Another
kick.

   "I'm coming over."

   "I'm hanging up and going to sleep now, Jason."

   "I'll be there....." Jason said, hanging up before she had a chance to.

   Tara put the receiver in its cradle and drifted off to sleep.

   She awoke to Jason licking her cunt.  He already had her pretty hot, so
it would be no use to say no.  He was going to town on her pussy with his
tongue!

   "I see you obeyed me," Jason complimented her, rubbing her bald pussy.

   "No....ummmmmm....I was....ahhhhh....planning to.....ahhhhh....do that
anyway..." she gasped as he resumed eating her.  "Ummmmm....eat me....just
like that...." She was about to cum.

   Jason stopped and stood up.  "I want to fuck you, Tara."

   "Jason...."

   He silenced her.  "Yes or no.  Your choice.  Yes, I fuck you.  No, I
leave."

   "Just like that?" Tara pondered.  "Why ask me?  Why not just take it
from me?  That's been your style lately, hasn't it?"

   "Are you insinuating that I raped you?  You wanted to be taken.  When
you say 'no', your body gives you away every time.  Just like you want to
be fucked right now."

   It was true, Tara reflected.  She was hoping that Jason would force her,
then she wouldn't have to admit how badly she wanted her ex-husband.

   Jason turned for the door.  "See you next week, Tara."

   She wanted him.  She NEEDED him.  "Jason, I want you.  Please fuck me."
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.  She actuall
felt relieved.

   As Jason quickly undressed, Tara noticed that she wasn't the only one
who had shed a few pounds lately.  Jason was looking very fit.

   Tara had not had anyone since her divorce and was very tight.  Jason
eased into her with surprising gentleness, and Tara was already cumming. 
The first of many orgasms for the night.

   Over the next few weeks:

   Tara resolving on several occasions to stop seeing Jason except for
relations involving their kids.  Practicing in front of her full-length
mirror to get the words just right.  Then, Tara getting shoved up against
the same mirror by Jason a few hours later, her boobs squished against the
glass as he nails her from behind.

   Tara deciding to "see other people", selecting a piece of meat from the
health club and going home with him.  Not objecting as he undresses her and
takes her to bed, she closes her eyes and fantasizes that it's Jason's cock
pistoning in and out of her wet cunt, and finally cums.

   Tara's car breaking down, and her needing a way to get to and from work.
Jason helping her out with rides to and from work.  Every morning, Tara
thanking him for the ride with a courtesy blowjob in the employee parking
lot, then straightening her hair and going to work.  One morning, things
getting a little messy and a dribble of cum remaining on Tara's chin
without her realizing it.  A few of her coworkers, who have actually been
watching the festivities from the window, teasingly pointing it out to her.
Tara being teased good-naturedly about it all that day, constantly having
napkins left on her desk and sent via interoffice mail by her female
co-workers.  Jason showing up early to give Tara a ride to work, and
catching her in the shower.  A soaking wet (in more ways than one) Tara
calling in sick as her ex-husband enters her from behind.

   And so it went.  Tara and Jason were enjoying a sex life which they
never had when they were married.  Jason also seemed to be much sweeter and
paid more attention to Tara nowadays.  Why, Tara asked herself, couldn't he
have been like that when he DID have her?  Answering her own question, she
realized that she, too, was a different person now in many ways, and that
she had been as much to blame as he for their failed marriage.  Creeping up
on the heels of that was the realization that Jason DID still have her.  In
every sense of the word.  She still loved him, and was finding out that she
was still in love with him as well.

   On Tara's birthday, she came to work to find two dozen red roses from
"Guess who?" plus a giftwrapped package.  Opening the package, she found a
black string bikini and a note from Jason.

   Dear Tara,

   Would love to see your dynamite body in--and out of--this,

   sometime real soon.  I was going to get you the white one

   you wanted, but we both know you're no angel...

   Love, Jason

   When her boss found out it was Tara's birthday, he let her have the rest
of the day off.  She went right home to try on her new bikini.  It was very
daring, but all her work at the health club had really paid off and she had
to say it looked good on her.  Since it was such a beautiful, sunny day,
she decided to lay out in the sun for awhile.  Laying a beach towel down in
the secluded courtyard outside her apartment, she stretched out on her
stomach and basked.

   She must have dozed off.  When she woke up, Jason was there, with two
friends.  Bigger, mean looking guys.  Jason looked nervous.

   "Tara, listen.  I have to tell you something." Jason stuttered.  One of
the guys interrupted.  "Your husband owes us some money for some jewelry he
bought.  And he's two weeks late on the payment.  Since he's unable to pay
us, you're going to have to pay for him."

   "Well, I don't get paid till Wednesday, I--" Tara explained.

   "No, we don't want money.  You're going to work this out in trade."

   "WHAT?  Wait a second.  WHAT JEWELRY?  He didn't...." Tara fixed an
angry look on Jason.  "You never bought me any jewelry." Her eyes narrowed.
"You haven't changed at all, have you?  Who's the--"

   The first guy, Steve, lightly slapped her across the face.  Jason moved
toward them, but the other guy shoved him easily into a lounge chair
nearby.

   "You can talk about your domestic problems later, " the second guy,
Louie, chided them.  "Let's get on with this."

   Tara began protesting again, then thought better of it when the two big
men flanked her on either side.  She was still sitting on the towel.  "What
do you want me to do?"

   "Your husband said you would be glad to give us blowjobs as a down
payment," Steve explained.

   "First of all," Tara explained hotly, "he's not my husband.  He's my
EX-husband." Fixing Jason with a freezing glare.  Then, deciding it would
be the best way to get back at Jason, "Second, what are you waiting for? 
Let's see those hard cocks."

   Both guys dropped their pants, their cocks springing to attention on
either side of Tara's face.  Tara wasted no time, quickly getting a hand on
each man's dick, then taking Louie into her mouth while stroking Steve. 
Then she switched off every minute or so, giving each cock equal time in
her mouth.  Her only regret was that she didn't have a hand free to play
with her cunt.

   Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason sitting over there with a
kind of pained expression.  Good.  Tara was furious with him.  He had
obviously not been as committed to her over the past weeks as she had to
him.  And now she had to prostitute herself, to pay HIS debt?

   Tara picked up the pace, wanting to get both of the men to cum.  They
had other ideas, though.  Disengaging themselves from her, then Steve
peeled off Tara's black bikini bottoms as Louie undid her top, revealing
her perky boobs and shaved pussy.

   Louie whistled and said to Jason, "Wow.  You let this go?" Despite
herself, Tara blushed.

   "Is it ok if we fuck your wife?" Steve asked Jason.  Jason nodded.  The
bastard!  Who did he think he was...her fucking pimp?  Tara began to
protest as Steve laid down on the towel, his stiff cock pointing skyward.
But Louie guided her into position to impale herself on that cock.  What
could she do?  Tara sighed, lowering her pussy onto Steve's shaft.  Hoping
Jason was dying of jealousy, she looked over at him.  She was disappointed
to see how aroused he was, and that he actually had his cock out and was
stroking it.

   That left Louie.

   "Does your wife like having her ass fucked?" Louie asked Jason.  Jason
responded yes, she does.

   That BASTARD!  Tara was beyond furious now.  Aside from a few toys, she
had NEVER-- Her thoughts were interrupted by Louie's dick in her face. 
"Here, suck this for me.  Let's get it lubed up before I fuck your ass with
it." Tara was only too eager to obey.  The thought of him putting that in
her unlubricated....and maybe she'd be able to get him to settle for
cumming in her mouth.

   No such luck, despite Tara's expert oral skills.  Louie pulled out, then
forced Tara down so that she was lying on top of Steve, her tits rubbing
against his hairy chest as she fucked him.  Then she felt the head of
Louie's cock pushing against the entrance to her asshole.  Increasing
pressure as he slipped it in.  Inch by agonizing inch.

   "AGGGGGGGGHHHHH GOD IT HURTS......AGGGGGGHHHHHH.....!!!!!" Tara cried
out.  Finally Louie was buried to the hilt in her ass.  Just when she
thought the pain was over, he pulled out and slammed back in.  Tara felt
like her asshole was being ripped apart!  "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

   Meanwhile, as Tara's ass was in agony, her cunt was feeling intense
pleasure from the fucking by Steve.  The two men got a nice rhythm going,
and Tara wasn't sure if her screams were pleasure, pain or both.  She also
wasn't entirely sure she would want it to stop, even if she had a choice.
It hurt....but it hurt so good.....Besides, Jason would be intensely
jealous, as she had never let him anywhere near her ass.  And never would
let him anywhere near her, period, ever again.

   Louie began to pull out of her ass.  "Time to switch, dolly."

   "No," Tara gasped.  "Don't you take that nice cock out of my ass now! 
Keep fucking it!" To Steve, "keep fucking this cunt!" To the world in
general, "Yeah!  Fuck my cunt!  Fuck my ass!  Come on, I'm almost
there....harder....UUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Waves of pleasure rocked
Tara's body, her pussy and ass both clenched up around the cocks which were
raping her, and all three of them came simultaneously.  Jason, too, had
stroked himself off and had his cum all over his hand.

   As the men disentangled themselves, Tara slumped onto the towel,
exhausted.

   Twenty minutes later, the two men were gone.  Jason wasn't.  He was now
following a furious, fully-clothed Tara around the apartment and trying to
get her to talk to him again.  Walking up to her, he put a hand on her
shoulder.  "Tara, honey--"

   "KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!!" she yelled, batting his hands away.  "We
need to talk about this...."

   "THERE IS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT!!!  YOU TURNED ME INTO A WHORE, YOU LET
YOUR FRIENDS USE ME TO SATISFY SOME....SOME....UNPAID DEBT.  FOR SOME
JEWELRY????  I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE, I WANT YOU OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE,
JASON!!!!" Lowering her voice a bit, but just as angry, "Who is she this
time?  You come over here and spend the night with me, send me flowers,
take me out, make me feel real good about myself again for once, and all
the while it doesn't mean anything to you.  You're off buying expensive
jewelry for some bitch.  Then.....when irresponsible Jason comes up short,
and is unable to finance his dual life, guess who gets turned into a cheap
whore to bail him out?"

   "Listen...."

   Wearily, and resigned to being hurt again, Tara asked, "Who is she,
Jason?  Who's the little slut you bought the jewelry for?"

   Jason uttered one word.  "You."

   "What?" Tara's uncomprehending whisper.

   "I just....wanted everything to be right this time.  You deserve that.
Just like you deserved it last time."

   "What?" she repeated, still not getting any of this.

   "When we got engaged, I never even bought you a ring.  We just went off
and did it.  This time, I wanted it to be different.  I want everything to
be perfect for you--for us...this time." Jason produced a velvet jewelry
box out of his pocket, opening it.  "So I borrowed the money from the guys.
I just came up kind of short when it came time to pay it back.  You know I
never was much good with managing money...."

   But Tara wasn't listening.  Tara was staring at the biggest, most
beautiful engagement ring she had ever seen.  And Tara was crying.  "Oh,
Jason....."

   Jason was down on one knee.  "What do you say, Tara?  Will you manage my
money--our money--for me, for the rest of our lives?  For keeps this time?"


   Five minutes later, Tara was indeed wearing Jason's ring.  And not much
else, as he bent her over her dresser and entered her from the rear.  As
she gazed at her pleasured expression in the mirror, she reflected that
this was her best birthday ever.