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 Chapter 3 of 4 A Woman's Wrath

   By the Troubador



   Pete stood on the porch, wondering 'which way to go'.  When he caught
himself thinking exactly those words, a sardonic smile forced itself onto
his face.  "That's sure the question, which way to go," he thought.  "'Tis
better to face the slings and arrows of outrageous fate, or divorce?"

   Thinking the Bard wouldn't have been too interested in his little
dilemma, he strode down the walk, then turned left.  Wandering the streets
aimlessly, he found himself approaching a city park near his home.  He
hadn't been there in years, but when his son was growing up he spent a
minimum of two afternoons during the week, then another 3 hours on a
Saturday or Sunday.  That was every week during soccer season, he coached
the team.

   Turning into the gate he wandered to the walking track that circled the
big field, large enough to handle two full sized football or soccer fields.
Two kids' teams were practicing.

   Continuing around the track to the side facing the small river the city
sported he found himself a bench and sat down to think and watch the kids
kicking the ball around.

   For a few moments he amused himself deciding which drills he would put
these eleven and twelve year olds through from the dozens he had used
himself as a coach.

   Solving the old problems, so important fifteen years ago, he found his
mind clearing.  Soon he turned to thoughts of what of the disasters that
had visited his life in the week.

   Last Monday had been pretty standard, he had dealt with these people
before and hadn't expected these negotiations to be different.  His company
had a product needed in manufacturing the Acme's electronics.  It was
unique in that by itself did the work of three compounds provided by rest
of his industry for this process.  They had closely guarded their patented
process to manufacture the liquid that saved the using company time and
when used properly gave a superior product.

   He had been intended to give a discount if Acme, a long time customer,
signed a three-year contract.  But Acme had their own ideas, wanting a
larger discount and a two-year contract.  There was a lot of money
involved, and the two parties sat down to a long bargaining session.  When
it ran past 8:00 PM on Monday, Acme contacted a local hotel/motel and
arranged a room for Tuesday.  The room, a large standard hotel room, with
en suite bath made everyone's life a lot easier.  The queen-sized bed
hadn't been removed, but with just himself, an Acme Vice-President, his
personal assistant Maurine and the head of manufacturing it had adequate.
They had eaten catered room service meals and happily spent from 9:00 AM to
10:00 PM Tuesday hashing out the contract.
Maurine had proven to be a problem for Pete.  She was a buxom woman in
her mid-thirties, with a lush figure, a lovely face, dark auburn hair and

apparently an immediate lust for Pete.

   She hadn't been obvious about it Monday, but by Tuesday afternoon her
little touches and caresses had made her desires and needs very clear to
Pete.  His problem was he and Susan had been too busy the past weekend for
their usual romp in the sack.  He was horny, and this attractive woman
making no bones about what she wanted, at least to him, was giving him an
embarrassing bone.

   Late Thursday morning they made a break through and arrived at decision.
The Vice President along with the Manufacturing Manager had left, leaving
Maurine and Pete to complete drawing up the contract.  It hadn't taken too
much time, using Pete's laptop, and by mid-afternoon they faxed the
completed contract to the Acme offices, where it had been signed and a fax
sent to Pete and his head office.  Pete signed the document produced by his
laptop and printer, and the job was done.

   Maurine took him to the lounge for a celebratory drink, which led to
another and then another.  Pete had no idea how many he'd downed, but he
suspected Maurine had slipped the bartender a couple twenties to give him
doubles.  Maurine finally asked him if it wouldn't be better to go back to
the room they had been negotiating in and have a meal sent in.  She
promised to have it paid by Acme.  By that time almost anything the
attractive woman suggested made sense to Pete so they wandered, arm in arm,
back to the room.

   Maurine giggled and bounced on the bed, then complained of being too
hot. She gave him an extremely seductive semi-strip as she removed her suit
jacket and pantyhose.  Then telling him he looked too formal for their
little dinner party she proceeded to strip him of his jacket, tie, shoes,
socks, and finally even his shirt.  All the while bestowing caresses and
kisses almost everywhere on his body.  She even included a foot massage,
which left him lying spread-eagled atop the big bed.  The next thing he
knew, Maurine was curled up next to him, minus her blouse and skirt.

   After what he had drunk and with dinner not yet even ordered, his system
was not designed to ignore the near nude woman raining kisses and caresses
on his chest.  Soon he found himself teasing her, then removing her bra and
panties.

   Maurine kissed her way down his chest, unbuckling his belt and
unfastening his trousers as she worked her way down.  Before his cloudy
mind understood, his shaft was deep into her throat and Pete was receiving
as good a blowjob as he had ever had.  Being the gentleman he was he
couldn't ignore the sexy body kneeling beside him and explored her breasts
with one hand, while the other explored the womanly folds and secrets lying
between her legs.

   It couldn't have been five minutes into their mutual gratification when
Maurine screamed out her first orgasm.  Things had been cloudy in Pete's
mind before that point, after that he only recalled only bits and pieces.

   --Lifting Maurine by the hips, positioning her over his rock hard pole,
maneuvering her until his glans was parting her labia, then dropping her
hard onto his erection.  She screamed then too, which had alarmed him at
the time until she calmed enough to tell him just the sudden full
penetration gave her a huge climax.

   --Watching his rod disappear inside her, then slowly come back into view
as she rode him to another of her innumerable orgasms.  Soon she was
climaxing every time he reached full penetration inside her, screaming
every time.

   --Sometime in the night he awoke, wondering why he was so hungry.  The
hunger problem was wiped from his mind when the woman deep throated him
again and soon he was kneeling over her, driving his big meat into her from
behind, doggy fashion.

   --Wondering where she had come upon such the collection of colored and
flavored condoms as she rolled an orange one onto his cock.  That was what
brought on his later problems.  His mind shifted to how much Susan loved
orange and he found himself wishing he had found orange condoms back when
he and she needed protection.

   Thoughts of Susan was never far from his mind after that point.  He
managed to "perform" more than adequately using the orange condom, but that
was the last of his erections.  By that time the sun was well up, and he
begged the evening was over without hurting her feelings.

   He took a shower and dressed, to Maurine' dismay.  She kept telling him
check out time wasn't until 1:00 PM.  He tried explaining to her that he
was a man in his late forties, and the night had already far exceeded what
would have been his expectations if he had been sober.

   As he was leaving the room to return to his hotel to grab his luggage
and return to Susan Maurine plastered herself against, him trying to get
him to stay.  The clinch that Susan's friend, Donna, had seen was not a
long soulful kiss, but a raunchy woman trying to force a man to give her
another bonk.  The man in question was trying to leave while leaving
Maurine's ego and feelings intact.  He was sure it had been longer than
five minutes before he had been able to break away.

   He had no idea how he hadn't seen Donna, unless she was standing behind
him and on the same side of the hall.  Whatever, it had fucked up his life.

   The two of them never did order dinner, though he suspected they had
made a large dent in the stash of drinks in the small refrigerator.



   - - - - -



   "Susan, I need to know, did you use a condom on your date Saturday
night?"

   The harsh words spun Susan around as she started up the steps to their
room.  Before she could answer, the door closed and she was alone in the
house.  The way things had gone so wrong she wasn't certain he would be
returning.

   How had she gotten herself in this mess?  She understood her insane
jealousy when she discovered Pete had cheated on her.  The question was why
had she held onto that rage so long?  She hadn't been a vindictive woman in
the past, why now?

   Slowly dragging herself up the steps she thought of his question.  There
was no possibility of Devon having gotten her pregnant.  She had a
hysterectomy a few years ago.  Just a year before her operation, Peter had
a vasectomy.  But what about STD's?  She felt they were unlikely, but their
danger hadn't occurred to her until Peter asked that question.

   "What have I done?" she thought.  "This was even worse than the
situation Pete had dropped them into.  The hell of it was from what I knew
about testing for STD's, any infections I may have picked up would be weeks
or even months showing themselves."

   She had to call Devon and ask him if there were a danger.  He certainly
hadn't been worried about the problem Saturday night!

   Thinking about Devon another worry came to mind.  After what she had
done, how I acted with him Saturday, would he assume he had a claim on her
as a lover?

   Susan sat down on the top step and brooded.

   Pete had as much as accused her of making a date with Devon for Saturday
just to get even with him.  She squirmed around on the steps for a moment.
"It wasn't exactly a date," she thought, "but I had asked Devon Friday
afternoon if he was going to be dancing at Top of the Town Saturday.  I
knew he went there often.  He told her he wasn't sure and wondered why I
had asked?  She had told him she'd be there Saturday evening and was hoping
to have a few dances with him."

   No date, except by implication.  She hadn't told the man she was going
out with him, but looking at it now he probably assumed her intention was
to spend the evening with him.  At least some of it...

   She burst out, "I sure as hell spent more than some of the night with
him!  What was I thinking of?"

   She spent the evening ignoring her husband, dancing almost every dance
with Devon, letting him take all kinds of liberties while they danced.  She
let him go way past the "getting fresh" stage, and all of it in plain sight
of Pete.

   How couldn't he get the wrong idea?  Then I kept slugging down
Margaritas!  Toward the end of the evening she couldn't even remember what
she had been trying to prove to Pete.  By then she only wanted to show him
other men found me attractive.  But she hadn't seen how far overboard she
had gone.

   When Pete finally got fed up and told her he was leaving, with his wife
or without she got on her high, very drunken horse.  No body was giving HER
orders.  Certainly not after what HE had done to her!

   So she snubbed her husband, her Pete.

   Sure he'd made a mistake, but even to her now it looked like she'd gone
way the heck beyond what he had done.  Sure, she didn't know if last week
was the only time he had stepped out on her, or if it was the last of a
long string.  Still she had never felt he had been unfaithful and even last
week he hadn't rubbed her nose in it or even tried to lie his way out of
it.

   It was then that she recalled the sneers and insults that Devon had been
casually throwing out about Pete all night long.  Most of them were made
just to her, but some of his jibes had been at the table and directed right
at Pete.  Pete had flinchrd a couple times, and she had expected him to
reply.  But he never did.  What an awful scene that would have been if he
had responded!  She would have been devastated.  Dressed like she was and
behaving like she had been everyone would have assumed she was a complete
slut.

   And, Oh God!  She had been acting like one!

   He must have been thinking of her, even then.  The way she had acted was
shameful, and Pete certainly had every right to call her on it.  He is a
proud man.  The only reason he didn't "make something of it" had to have
been a desire to protect her from the consequences of the scene that would
have happened.

   And that look of contempt on Devon's face as he whirled her away just
after Pete demanded she leave with him and she had refused!  How could she
have let that go by, why didn't she stop it then.

   She knew men's egos were fragile, but Pete's didn't need to be fragile
to be hurt badly the way she allowed Devon to treat him, her husband.

   By the way she had treated him.  And on a night they had planned to
celebrate twenty-five years of marriage.  Would there be a twenty-sixth?

   The night wasn't too clear in her memory by the time Pete walked out. 
It got a whole lot foggier afterward.  Trying to think about it brought up
just bits and pieces.  When we got back to the table and Pete was gone she
started to panic, but 'good ol' Dev' somehow convinced her that was how
Pete wanted it.  She really must have wanted to be convinced.  They had
another drink, which neither needed, then went to collect our coats.

   It seemed now that when Devon told her he was taking her home, and she
agreed, she thought he was taking her to her home.  Of course, he wasn't.
When they pulled up in front of his condo she was confused.  When he opened
her door and helped her out she thought now she tried to tell him she
wasn't home.  He laughed at her, telling her he knew where home was, and
this was it.  Then she must have let him lead her docilely into his condo.
She didn't remember.  The next thing she recalled was Devon hanging up her
coat and putting on some music to dance to.

   He put on slow dances, and just continued taking liberties with her body
as he had at the dance hall.  "Why not," she thought, "she had been
passively giving him permission all night long." Except here it was private
and she knew in the back of her mind they wouldn't be embarrassing
themselves in public.  It was now very private.  He unbuttoned her blouse,
then shrugged off his shirt.  The sensuousness of the bare bellies rubbing
together sent chills and thrills throughout my body.

   She didn't remember when he unfastened the bra, or when he dropped it to
the floor with her blouse.  But she did remember the feel of nipples
rubbing against his naked chest, the soft wool of his chest hairs and their
electricity running through her nipples.  The knot in her belly was clearly
remembered and how her center went soft and liquid.

   When he had stepped back to unfasten the skirt and drop it to join with
the rest of the clothes he had stripped off her and discarded on the floor
her knees wouldn't hold me.  Not until then had she touched him, but she
clasped her hands on his bare shoulders to keep from collapsing on the
floor.

   Sitting there on the top step of the hallway leading to the bedroom she
had shared with Pete for so many years she could still feel the heat of
Devon's gaze raking her naked body.  The sobs started anew, sitting on the
steps outside her bedroom.  When she had finally gotten her legs under her,
Devon stepped back just looked at her.  It was like he was memorizing her
body, like he was admiring a new possession.  He even walked around her
slowly me.  She felt like a mare at auction, a buyer judging her fine
points.

   It had shocked her last night, but she found his actions arousing. 
Every woman wants to feel wanted: Last night after throwing herself at him
she was aroused when he treated her like a piece of meat.  She remembered
shutting her eyes and soaking up the attention.

   Until that moment she could swear it never occurred to her drunken self
just where this had to end up.  Until that moment all she had wanted to do
was show Pete that other men found her attractive.

   She guess she showed him, all right!

   Sitting there on the top steps she remembered the bright flashes that
caused her eyes to snap open.  She saw Devon standing off to the side, a
smirk on his face and holding a small digital camera.

   "Just some mementos for my memory book," he said, tossing the camera on
the big red and black plaid sofa.  He was buck-naked now but she hadn't
known when he had taken off his trousers.  His erection was almost painful
to see.  It wasn't beautiful like Pete's, but it was hard and throbbed with
every beat of his heart.

   Devon 'slithered' over to her, his pole bobbing and dancing with every
step.  Then he pulled her into his arms, his naked skin hot as it melded
with hers.  A hand cupped her breast, another went to the small of her back
and pulled her groin tight against his maleness.  Then he covered her mouth
with his, taking possession of her.

   The next thing she remembered they were over to that big sofa.  He
released her breast to rip the off cushions, tossing them on the floor.

   "I can't wait for this first one, baby," he crooned laying her limp body
back onto the sofa that had somehow become a full sized bed.

   She clearly remembered trying to tell him no, but he had her so hot and
drunk she was panting.  He didn't hear a word or if he did he couldn't
understand her.  She knew now, sitting at the top of the stairs, it would
have made no difference if he had heard her.  He had brought her there for
only one thing.

   Her hazy memory couldn't give many details, but she did remember trying
to close her legs and feebly pushing at him while trying to separate my
mouth from his tongue.  All the time shivers of arousal were running
through my body.  No matter what she tried, she had no strength to carry
through.

   Susan was crying again thinking how her body had surrendered to him. 
Still, Pete had explained to her often how a woman's body was built to
react to sexual stimulation.  It was better with someone she knew and cared
for, but her body would react in any case.

   Her hands pushed against his chest but his knees had already slipped
between hers.  He had already gained entrance to her center.  When he
spread her legs with his, then he lay himself atop her.  His hands casually
brushed hers away as his chest flattened her breasts under him and he
sealed his mouth to hers.

   Wriggling to get free of him, she only succeeded in opening herself to
him.  Feeling the knob of his glans pushing aside her labia she struggled
hard; struggled until the head of his prick slipped just inside me.  Then
she froze, he was already fucking her.

   She hadn't meant to do this, had only wanted to show Pete how it felt to
be so jealous his teeth hurt.  It made no difference, she had maneuvered
herself onto her back on a stranger's couch.  And his long, slender cock
was slowly, slowly inching its way inside me.

   No matter how much she didn't want this, the feel of his manhood slowly
filling her was exquisite.  He and she had gotten my body so ready she felt
orgasmic trembles racing through her body with every additional push he
made to enter her.

   Then his pubic hair was grinding against hers, his pubic bone was
grinding against her button.  Susan had exploded!  Bucking and screaming
she clawed at his back, then everything went dark.

   Sometime later she remembered crouching on her knees, her head resting
on her arms as Devon pounded his cock into her from behind with his thumb
buried in her ass.

   Then she was back again to remembering only flashes of scenes.

   ---She was kneeling on the floor as Devon forced his cock into her
throat.  ---She was sitting astride the man as he raised and lowered her
onto his tool, buried in her.  --- How she somehow twisted and fought and
kept him from sticking himself up her ass.

   She clearly remembered Devon booting up his computer, bringing up a site
called Literotica, and showing her hundreds of stories catalogued as Loving
Wives.  All the stories ended with the husband feeling glad his wife had
cheated, aroused by the thought of some strange man fucking his wife.  They
were even aroused at the sight of someone else having sex with his wife. 
In at least half of those he showed me, in the end the husband sucked the
man's cum from out of her body.

   What was incredible now was that she had believed what he was telling
her!  Believed it of Pete, a man she had lived with and loved for so many
years!

   Her drunken self must have been snatching at any little crumb that
proved that what she was doing wasn't really hurting the man she loved.

   "Sweet Jesus help me!" she thought.  "I believed what that man was
feeding me!  I must have been insane besides being too drunk to think."

   Sitting on that top step she wept, sobbing loudly.  Never had she
expected something like that could happen.  She knew Pete would never be
able to completely forgive me.  Pete had been a shit to do what he did, but
I understood now how this could take place without a persons consent or
expectation.  She had done so much more!  How could she forgive herself!

   - - - -

   Susan was still sitting on the top step of the stairs, crying, when Pete
came home hours later.  He heard her now quiet sobs and climbed the stairs
to stand looking down at his wife, her face buried in her hands.  She
couldn't bring herself to look at him.

   Gently pulling her to her feet he helped her to the bedroom.  He didn't
hug, but just his touch was calming.  As she stood beside their big bed she
saw it was dark outside and time for sleep, if that could ever come.

   Pete tossed her cotton nightgown on the bed in front, then went into the
bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth.  His hands were wonderfully
Gentle as he cleansed the tear tracks from her face.  "Susan, I think what
I did drove you a little mad, a little crazy.  Get undressed and ready for
bed.  We don't know if we can get over this but I'd like to try.  You
obviously still love me or you wouldn't have reacted like you have today. I
love you.  We can only let our friendship for one another work and see if
we can get to the other side of this.  Now, let's try to get some sleep. 
Sleep won't come easy but we have to try."

   Susan turned into his arms and burrowed against him.  With her face
buried in his chest she began telling him what she remembered.  It took a
long time.

   "Pete honey, I didn't plan on Saturday going the way it did.  It wasn't
a date with Devon, but I did tell him Friday when he made his weekly pass
at me that we would be dancing at the Top of the Town Saturday night.  I
had already made reservations there for us to have dinner.  I did tell him
if he was there he could have a dance.  But that was all!  He is fun to
flirt with, but never did I expect things would get so out of hand."

   "I don't know how I let myself get so drunk."

   "When I came out of the Ladies Room you weren't there and I waited for
what seemed like an hour.  Then Devon came over and told me he had a table,
why didn't I come in with him.  He told me he wasn't planning to stay long,
and we could have his table when he left."

   "We ordered drinks and waited a few minutes for you and had finished our
drinks when he asked me if he could have that dance.  We were just going
onto the floor when you came in.  I guess it hadn't been that long a wait,
but I'd had a lot to drink at dinner and time was kind of jumbled up for
me."

   There was a long pause, as Pete stroked her back.  Then he told her to
get ready for bed, they could talk there.  Twenty minutes later they were
together in the big bed, lying on their sides so they could look at one
another, close but not touching.

   Pete went into work the next morning, Tuesday, but Susan called in sick.
She couldn't pull herself together enough to get to work until Thursday. 
As she was going out to lunch, Devon caught up with her, pulling her away
from the crowd she usually ate with.

   That sickening smirk was back on his face, "Susan, I'm busy tomorrow
night, but why don't you come by Saturday afternoon."

   "What!" she just stared at him.  It seemed incomprehensible that he
could be serious.

   "Be there about 2:00, we can look at your new picture album.  You gave
me some really fine shots Saturday!  See you then!" with that he turned and
walked off.

   Susan looked around but the crowd she was lunching with had already
disappeared inside the restaurant.  The thought of food now made her gag,
so she went back to the office.  She didn't get much work done, but thought
a lot for the rest of the day.

   When she got home, Susan made a nice dinner, then waited for Pete to
come home.  After sitting him down to dinner, making sure he was fed, she
led him into the living room.  There she sat him down and told him what
Devon had said.

   Peter thought for a time, then looked up at her.  "We have two choices,
Susan.  We can ignore what he asked.  Then he will either forget the matter
or get mad and try to force you to have sex with him.  He'll probably
threaten to show me the pictures he took; pictures I already know about so
they can't hurt me any more.  If you ignore the threat and he sends me the
pictures, we will just ignore them and go on with our life."

   "However, he may decide to make an example of you, thinking you are
insulting his manhood.  He could threaten to put them on the web, or even
send them to your family or your boss.  We have assumed your seduction was
a one-time thing, sort of a crime of opportunity.  Problem is, it may be
just one of many.  I've read of men acquiring "harems" doing that sort of
thing.  If that's the case, he won't let you go.  If he did it could get
back to his other women.  We might say it could start a sort of "run on the
market".

   "That leads to our other choice.  We can fight him.

   "If this wasn't a one time thing he can't let you go without punishing
you.  I have to assume that's the case, a worse case scenario.  That scares
me.  A man that would do that is unbalanced.  Which gives us the problem of
deciding how far we can push him before he explodes and does something that
we can't reverse."

   "There's another angle here too, love.  I'm usually a forgiving man, but
what happened Saturday night is festering inside me.  I can understand what
was going through your head and, while it hurts me I see now how it is
hurting you also.  I didn't intend to hurt you, it just happened.  You were
out to hurt me, but like spanking the baby you just wanted to get my
attention; make sure it never happened again.  Watching you suffer the way
you are proves to me you didn't want things to be carried as far as they
were."

   "But ol' Dev' went out of his way to humiliate me.  He did a good job of
it, too.  Susan, I want to get back at the son of a bitch."

   "You're going to agree to meet him Saturday, but it will be morning not
afternoon...  No, don't get your back up, I'm not giving you away."

   "I have a plan that will get him off our backs permanently.  It's going
to be a really nasty thing to do to poor Devon, the "man's man" that he
thinks he is.  However it will sure as hell make him careful when dealing
with someone else's wife.  We'll get him off our backs and won't have to
worry about it happening again."

   "What we're going to do Susan, is..."



   Continued in Chapter Four