Subject:      Double Bang by Dafney Dewitt
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WARNING:  Standard Disclaimer

The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains
scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading
now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual
behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If
you are offended by such activities, do not read any further.
This is purely a fantasy.  Any resemblance to any person,
living or dead is purely coincidental.  The author is not
responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work.

Copyright 1996, by the author.  All rights reserved.   Any
reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet
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          A story of self-deception.  A man so convinced
          of his sexual prowess that it sets him on a downward
          path of destruction in which he inadvertently double
          bangs his wife one last time just the way she wants
          it.
          My apologies to Heywood Gould who wrote
          the real story, "DOUBLE  BANG" which is well
          worth reading.
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Double Bang -
by Dafney C. Dewitt

Plunging into his wife, Audrey, for the second time that
night should have been easy for Norman.   At 42 years
of age, he was a slightly balding, but lean advertising
executive.  His chest and stomach were firm but not
muscular.  He knews his appearance was unexceptional.
It was in performance that he exceled.  Norman prided
himself on his double bangs.

With his wife's legs spread before him, Norman poised
over her savoring the moment.  He knew everything
about his wife.  It was like surveying the instrument panel
of his BMW.  Audrey was wet.  She was laying straight
on her back with her legs splayed.  Her long black hair
was cascading in disarray around her head.  A light sheen
of perspiration gleamed from her forehead.  Her breasts
thrust up from her chest like coned-shaped headlights
with red tipped centers.  She made little dog like yelps
of encouragement to let Norman know when she wanted
him to fuck her harder. When she climaxed, tiny tremors
of orgasmic aftershocks jiggled her boobs.  Her body was
on her side of the bed so he never ended up sleeping in
the wet spot.  Norman knew everything about his wife
except what was in her heart.  Later, he realized that he
never knew his wife.  He never knew her at all.

He started lowering himself onto her.
He was hard again.
He was ready.
Audrey twisted.
She turned away from him.

"Hey, what the hell!"
"I'm sorry."
"Turn back over."
"No.  I don't need a double bang tonight."
"Why not?"
"You were perfect the first time."
"I'm even better the second time."
"No, I don't need it again."
"But I do it for you."
"I'm too sensitive down there.  Let's sleep."

Norman was stunned.  He had double fucked his
wife regularly and successfully for the past 5 years.
After giving his wife a complete fucking, a real one
hour knock-her-socks-off  pummeling, he could
recover in less then five minutes for a second round
of sex that was just as intense as the first.  Norman
was an incredible sex piston, as slick and powerful
as the other pride of his life, his black BMW 740.
He was fine tuned for sex.  He had power to spare.
He could drive it home not just once, but twice with
only a small pause to re-fuel.  He was a sexual dream
machine.

"Are you sure?"
"Not tonight honey."
"I do it for you."
"I know."

Norman turned away from Audrey shutting her off with
silence.  Deeply wounded, he pretended to sleep to hide
the hurt, biding his time until he could find out what was
wrong.  A woman was no different then a finely tuned
BMW.  If it started backfiring, you shut it down to cut
the damages until you could fix the problem.  Audrey
had never refused a double bang.  Audrey had problems.
Norman would be the fixer.

The next morning, Norman pretended last night's problems
had been forgotten.  He politely kissed his wife good-bye
and drove off to work.  However, at the end of the street
his BMW 740 turned left and climbed up the dead-end
semi-circle drive of the hill behind his house.  He parked
and waited.  From his vantage point, he could look down
on the small green oval of grass that was his front yard and
the black roof of his house.  After a half hour wait, his wife
backed out of the driveway in her green Volvo.  He watched
as the car went two blocks and turned right before he
followed.  He was afraid of losing her.  He thought tracking
his wife would be difficult.  He expected a mystery.  He
wanted it to be hard.  Her car only traveled six short blocks.
Norman  knew where she was going before she arrived.
The truth crushed him.   Audrey was headed to Big Bob's
house.

Easy going Big Bob Simpson and his wife Julie were Norman's
best friends.  Bob was a gentle giant, with a beer belly.  He was
a good four inches taller then Norman and weighed more then
320 pounds.  Norman never would have guessed, but he now
suspected that Bob's nickname had nothing to do with his height
or the size of his belly.  No matter how closely together you drove
two BMW's through a tunnel it was never the same as one 40 foot
black limousine.  Could this huge slug of a man be having an affair
with his wife?  Was it possible? He had to know.

After a suitable wait, Norman slipped out of his car and walked
down the pathway on the side of Big Bob's house to the gate.
It was closed with a simple garden latch attached to a pull string.
Quietly he creeped around to the back bedroom window.  The
blinds were shut tight, but the window was slightly open.  He could
hear his wife.

"Ooh, I've missed you," Audrey sighed.

There was a rustling sound of her dress being removed.
He heard a noise like a shoe falling to the floor.  Then a
deep throaty groan was followed by a series of high pitched
yelps of joy from his wife.

Tears brimming in his eyes, blinded with fury, Norman turned
away from the window.

The thought of another man fucking his wife infuriated him.
He did not consider himself a jealous man, but this was
betrayal.  This was his best friend having sex with his wife.
This was loosing face.  It was like hand polishing your BMW
until it gleamed and having someone spit on it.  It was obscene.
Big Bob was not even worthy of his wife.  He was fat.  How
could she fuck someone like him?  How could she?

Returning home from work, Norman probed his wife for
answers.  She was in the kitchen making coffee when he
started the questioning.

"What did you do today?"
"I went downtown window shopping."
"You didn't happen to see Bob or Julie did you?"
"No, but Julie invited us for dinner tonight."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes.  She telephoned just before you got home.
"Dinner at Big Bob's is just what I need."

For the second time that day, Norman drove to Big Bob's
house, but this time his wife, Audrey sat beside him.  When
Bob opened the door,  Audrey ignored him and walked to
the kitchen to help Julie with the dinner.  After Bob smiled
and offered him a beer,  Norman drew his gun.

"You fucked my wife today, didn't you?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Asshole!"
"Just put the gun down."
"Asshole!  I heard you through the bedroom window."
"But it wasn't me."
"It was your bedroom."
"I swear it wasn't me."

Pointing the revolver directly at Bob's stomach, Norman
persisted.

"Tell me the truth or I'll gut shoot you."
"So you came here to bang me?"
"No, I came to kill you."
"Bang me and you'll just be banging yourself."

The sexual innuendo hit Norman like a kick in the groin.  His
wife must have shared descriptions of his double bangs with
her illicit fat lover.  He refused to let Big Bob emasculate him.
His pride forced him to respond.  His mind seethed with rage.
He responded, by habit, with his own witticism punctuated by
shooting his gun.

"It'll be a double bang."
Norman pulled the trigger twice.

Stunned by the noise of the dual explosions, Norman
dropped the gun.  He remained frozen, emotionally spent,
while Audrey and Julie ran out of the kitchen.  Someone
must have called the police because the next thing Norman
remembered was being handcuffed and forced to sit on the
hard plastic seat in the rear of a police car.  Before he was
driven to jail, his wife bent down next to the rear window of
the police car.  Norman expected her to yell, to curse him for
shooting her lover, but the red and blue flashing lights of the
police car washing over her face made her look cool and calm.
Like a tropical fish in an aquarium, she mouthed the words
through the glass window.  With the roar from the gun still
ringing in his ears, it was hard for him to understand.  Audrey
repeated the words slowly.

"Your last double bang was perfect."

At first, he thought she was talking about sex, trying to make
him feel better.  As the police car pulled away from the curb,
he realized she meant the two gunshots.  But that made even
less sense.  Searching for an answer, he swiveled around in
the backseat.  Looking through the rear window of the police
car,  he saw Audrey and Julie holding each other, hugging, on
the front lawn.  They were consoling each other over their
mutual loss.  As the police car turned the corner, he saw them
kiss each other on the lips.
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Author Note:  If you like this story, please send
an E-Mail to the author, or look for other stories
by Dafney Dewitt posted to Alt.Sex.Stories.

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                   Double Intensity
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                   Double Bang
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                   Spare Change
                   A Long Walk
                   Disrobing Mother
                   Homeward Bound
                   Just A Bad Day
                   Insurance Exam
                   A Call For Help
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