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THE BETRAYAL by Alex Taylor Douglas

PART V

   I didn't expect Eric to hang around to soak up more of Debbie's wit and
charm, not to mention more of my wine, so I parked myself in the furnace room
and waited for Eric to don his clothes and vamoose. I really didn't think he'd
have the temerity to want to fuck Debbie again, but sure enough he followed
her into the bathroom like a puppy. Can't say as I really blame him - if I had
just been fucked the way he was I would have been thinking about seconds as
well. By the way, I wanted to note that the bathroom scene was one of the two
I had to have Deb rewrite once she was completed her first draft. It's all
still a factual account, it's just that the first draft wasn't as, I don't
know, *hot*, for lack of a better word. A little more dramatic and a little
more passionate the second time through - much better.
   They left the bathroom door half open. No big deal - I could have gone in
and sat on the toilet seat and watched and still not seen anything because of
the transluscent sliding glass doors. It worked both ways, though, and they
couldn't see me either. Actually I don't think they would have seen me even if
I had been in the shower with them. I just leaned up against the doorframe and
watched the reflection in the mirror. The door was open enough to keep the
steam from building up on the mirror.
   Even though I couldn't see, I still had a very good idea what was going on.
The sounds were maddening, and the way their images moved behind  the glass
suggested what they were doing to each other, or more erotically, what they
*could* have been doing to each other. Towards the end, when she was sitting
in his lap and he was fucking her from behind and the water was spraying on
her cunt, I had myself convinced he was fucking her in the ass. The thought
almost made me come again, and I wasn't even jerking off at that point. After
reading her story I now know differently, but at the  time it was a wonderful
thought.
   The shower shut off and I heard their voices, soft, throaty, and sexy,
fully comfortable with each other. I went back to the furnace room to hide,
thinking about all the ways my sex life was going to change from now on,
thinking about how I would use this to my best advantage. Now that my fantasy
had been fulfilled I wondered what would be next. I waited.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   We towelled each other off with the big fluffy light blue towels we bought
just for the bathroom downstairs. His skin was soft, tanned all over except in
the obvious places, and I loved to feel his muscles rippling as he worked to
dry me off. When we were dried off the towels fell to the floor and he
enclosed me in his arms one more time and just held me. I felt so content. His
hands began to wander again as he bent his head to brush his lips across mine,
and then again, and suddenly I wrapped *my* arms around his neck and forced
his lips apart with my tongue, probing his mouth for a long while. The last
couple of hours had made me feel brazen and altogether naughty, all my
inhibitions left outside on the deck.  Usually after sex with Alex I like to
relax, especially those rare times I actually have an orgasm. I'd had several
orgasms already today, something that had *never* happened before, but I still
wanted more. I wanted what he wanted, to be fucked good and hard on a proper
bed. Thinking these thoughts caused my fresh clean pussy to moisten again, and
I dropped my hand to Eric's still-hard cock and hung on to it, pulling him to
the spare bedroom downstairs.
   We walked into the bedroom as one, both of us facing forward with my hand
still around his hard cock and his hands on my hips. He gently pushed me
forward onto the bed and I stretched my body out full length, face down. I
began to turn over but he stopped me, and then stretched himself out over me.
Our bodies were in full contact down their whole length, his body heat
contrasting sharply with the coolness of the comforter and the basement air.
He began to cover the back of my neck with kisses, and then slowly moved his
lips down and over my back. I was so relaxed with my head resting on my folded
arms that I easily could have gone to sleep. Eric definitely had other ideas.
He sat up, straddling my thighs and resting his cock between the cheeks of my
ass. I could feel it's heat waiting and my pussy became even wetter. He used
his hands on my back, a gentle massage that soon had me sighing with the
pleasure of relaxation. There was no need to pretend any "accidental" contact
during this massage, and even though he was massaging my back he wasn't shy
about massaging any of my more intimate areas as well.
   A funny thing occurred to me as i lay there as well. I thought about Alex,
and what he would do if he ever found out. Well, actually there wasn't much
question about what he would do, but rather a question of whether or not he
would run out of steam before the house was destroyed. It was a simple
solution; he wouldn't find out. I examined my conscience and while I felt bad
about the act of adultery, I found I wasn't all that upset with myself. There
were no lightning bolts from the sky, and I didn't feel like my soul was going
to burn in eternal damnation. In fact, I felt more sexually satisfied than I
had ever felt in my life. I knew what had happened was a one-time thing that I
had desperately needed at the time and while I didn't regret what had
happened, it could never be repeated.
   I hadn't 69'd for several years. Alex really used to like doing it but I
didn't because Alex liked to be on top, and I always felt like I was going to
suffocate when he got a little too worked up. He used to force my legs too
widely apart in order to expose me as much as he could, which I've mentioned
before I didn't like too much.  Anyway, I thought I was going to feel
uncomfortable once I realized what Eric had in mind when he rolled me over
onto my back and turned around so he was facing my feet. He straddled my face
with the tip of his cock hanging above me, and I made a motion to reach for it
with my mouth. But instead of lowering himself on to me he slid his arm under
my back and pulled my hips up toward him. He rolled both of us over in one
smooth motion and I found myself laying comfortably on top of his body with
his gorgeous cock poised right in front of my face. I could feel the slight
stubble of his face on the inside of both of my thighs and when he plunged his
tongue right into my vagina my body gave a jerk and a deep moan rose
involuntarily from my throat. I immediately lowered my mouth to his cock. I
used my hands and my mouth to stroke it, my own tongue running circles around
it's swollen head. Eric got harder, if it was possible. He had his head deep
between my legs, all the tenderness he had shown before gone. Don't get me
wrong, he wasn't hurting me. This time he was all over my cunt with his mouth,
licking and and making wet sounds, rubbing my clit with his chin, plunging his
tongue in as far as it would go. His hands had come around the outside of my
thighs to pull my labia apart, exposing my very hole for him to see. I had
literally never in my life been as exposed as I was at that time except in
front of my doctor, and she is a woman. I didn't care. I
let Eric spread me as wide as he wanted to, trusting him not to hurt me.
   He rolled us over one more time, pulling out out of my mouth and swinging a
leg over me in one motion. He moved around to the end of the bed and looked at
me with lust. I gave him another smoky look and spread my legs as wide as I
could, drawing them up a little. He knelt on the bed and lowered his hips,
mine coming up to meet his. I was so wet he filled me easily and when he
leaned forward to kiss me I could still taste my own juices on him. Again he
rolled us over so he was on his back, and I drew both of my legs up beside his
hips. He bent his knees and I leaned back against them, and then unfolded my
legs so I could tuck my feet under his armpits. Slowly we rocked back and
forth, each of us enjoying the velvety smoothness of the other. I saw him
looking to where we were joined and looked down myself. About half his cock
was inside of me and by leaning forward just a little I could see how the
girth of it stretched the labia and inner lips open. Little drops of the
wetness I produced clung to our pubic hair and re-wetted his shaft with every
stroke. It was a beautiful sight that caused more wetness in me, and then when
I saw that new wetness freshly glistening on his cock another orgasm began to
grow inside me. I've read stories of vaginal orgasms and always felt distantly
diappointed that I wasn't the sort of woman who could have them, but this time
Eric wasn't touching my clit at all. This orgasm was going to be different, a
product of different sensations. I pulled my legs back to straddle his hips
again and leaned forward so I could kiss him and to give his mouth access to
my breasts and nipples. He was stroking in and out of me, but I began to take
control of the pace. I locked my mouth with his and pushed my cunt down as far
as it could go, and then pulled up almost to the top of his shaft. I began to
fuck him faster, until his thighs were slapping against my buttocks as he
starting matching me stroke for stroke. His hands closed over the cheeks of my
ass, squeezing and kneading and forcing me down onto his cock with every
stroke. My building orgasm grew in intensity as it got closer. I began to rub
my clit against his shaft with every downstroke and still the orgasm built,
until my whole body was a raw nerve ending. I don't remember crossing the
threshold. When I came to my body was still heaving and convulsing. I could
faintly remember screaming and I could taste blood in my mouth where I had
bitten my lip, and it felt like I had pulled a back muscle. Eric was still
under me, gently sliding his softening cock in and out of me. I could barely
feel him doing it, there was so much wetness between my thighs. It suddenly
occurred to me that I had totally missed his orgasm! I could feel the evidence
in my pussy, but I had wanted to see his face as he came. Regretfully I sighed
and put my head on his shoulder. He rolled us over so both of us lay on our
sides, our arms still tangled together. I don't know how long we lounged like
that. I actually think I was dozing when the clapping began, and it startled
me so badly I gave a big jump and a scream. Then I realized who it was and I
died inside...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that they headed straight for the
bedroom. If Eric was going to leave he would have done so after he had poked
her in the hot tub. My pulse quickened again at the though of them doing it on
a real bed - if what I saw in the jacuzzi was any indication then I was in for
a visual treat.
   I must admit that I had never seen Deb looking so beautiful. The look of
passion on her face only enhanced her natural beauty - plus I've always really
liked the "just-fucked look".
   Anyway, I had two main concerns right then. One, was the door to the
bedroom going to be open or closed? If for some reason they closed it then I
wouldn't be able to see a fucking thing. Two, what was the light in the
bedroom going to be like? Luckily enough, in their haste they had lleft the
door half open. Also luckily for me the bedroom had a small south-facing
basement-type window covered with only a light curtain, which I had forgotten
about. I crouched and looked through the crack between the edge of the door
and the  casing to make sure they didn't see me. Things started off slowly
once more (I seem to sense a trend) but they heated up in no time flat. When
they went into the 69 my heart-rate tripled, and when Eric turned her over and
presented me with a spectacular view of her open pussy my cock throbbed for
attention. Women may not understand this, but I was extremely turned on at the
sight of my own wife so exposed. My _own wife_! I've seen her naked hundreds
of times, hell, thousands of times. I think it's because there's no way on
God's green Earth she would ever have let me see her spread that wide, and yet
there it was. And she didn't know it, which did nothing but add to the moment.
I watched as Eric spread her wider still - wide enough so I was able to look
right up her vagina - and began popping fingers in and out of her like she was
a Parker Brothers game. It took another supreme effort of will to keep from
dropping my own laundry and marching in and shoving my aching cock as far up
that beautiful cunt as it would go. Still, I stood and watched.
   And then it happened. Eric scooted over between Deb's wide open legs and
with one push he was in. I don't even think he pushed, just sort of leaned
into her. However, I couldn't see a fucking thing except his ass and Deb's
legs splayed out to each side. He flipped both of them over and for a couple
of glorious minutes I could see his wet cock sliding in and out of her wetter
cunt. Then she leaned back against his legs and sat astride him for a while,
riding like she was in a saddle with her feet tucked up under his armpits. She
made little cooing sounds as she watched herself getting fucked. After several
minutes the pace started to pick up again and she brought her legs down along
his hips and leaned forward. Perfect, absolutely perfect. I knelt down and
crept around the edge of the door, so my head and shoulders were in the room,
my eyes at bed level. What a beautiful sight. Deb's red, swollen pussy filled
with a cock, her great ass sticking way up in the air, the sounds and smells
of sex permeating the room, and neither of them knew I was there. I had my
cock in my hand by then, watching as Eric pumped into Debbie faster and faster
and hearing her pants turn into sobs, her sobs turn into cries, her cries turn
into a wail and then into a scream. I came into an old paint rag and managed
to pull back around the corner so I could collapse against the wall. I just
sprawled there with my breath rattling in and out of me with Debbie's screams
filling my ears as she came hard (from the sounds of it) and Eric's throaty
moans provided the background.
   I sat there for a short while getting my shit together. Once I knew I could
function again I stood up, put Stanley (my power tool) away, and considered my
next move. I really had only one thing to do - now that my fantasy had been
fulfilled I wanted my wife back. I couldn't really place any blame, seeing as
how I wanted it to happen, but I didn't necessarily want Eric to stay for
supper either. Additionally, I wanted to get some leverage out of this. So I
tucked myself in, walked around the edge of the door, and leaned against the
door frame. I stood there for a full minute watching them and when they still
didn't notice I finally broke the silence by clapping.
   "Well, that was quite a performance. What do you do for an encore?" They
both gave a good jump and Deb gave a bit of a squeal, and I heard Eric breath
"Oh shit..." He wouldn't meet my eyes. Deb had a stricken look on her face and
she had pulled the corner of the comforter up over her breasts to cover
herself up. Man, after what I had seen her doing over the last couple of hours
I thought *that* was hysterical. Deb wouldn't look at me either - apparently
there was something on the floor beside the bed that was *way* more
interesting than me to watch. I stood there for a couple of minutes,
alternately looking at them. Eric looked like he was wishing he was on Pluto,
and I think Deb was starting to cry. I shook my head and laughed, and turned
and walked upstairs.
   I sat on the deck with a glass of nice chilled wine in my hand when Eric
came out to collect his shirt and sandals.
   "You're a real asshole, you know," he stated, not looking at me. "I think
you wanted this to happen. You set me up."
   "Yeah," I replied sarcastically. "As if you needed a written invitation."
   "So what are you going to do about this?" he asked. "Are you going to
divorce her?"
   "I've got a couple of things in mind. Beyond that it's not really any of
your business." I didn't want him to know what I was planning yet. Things are
always *much* more fun when they're spontaneous. "See you at the game
tonight."
   He looked at me then. "You've got to be fucking kidding," he said, and then
left.
   I went in to make a sandwich. I was kind of hungry but it wasn't really
time for supper yet, and I didn't think Deb would have much of an appetite
anyway. She never does when she's upset. I thought maybe we'd go out for
supper - Chinese sounded good.
   I heard the shower running in the basement and thought about the approach I
was going to take when she came up. I gave a little laugh. *If* she came up.
Sure enough though, after she was done I heard feet padding softly up the
stairs. She didn't even look at me as she turned the corner and walked into
the bedroom - naked. When she came back out she was dressed in a light summer
dress and her hair was combed back.
   "Sandwich?" I asked cheerfully. She glanced at me and shook her head. Her
eyes looked like she had been crying. I knew she was feeling truly miserable
and was waiting for me to throw her out, or yell, kick, and scream, or
whatever I was going to do. I felt a brief pang of guilt. And then thought
about the part of their tryst I had recorded on good old Fuji 8 mm tape, and
immediately felt much better. I *had* to see this through to the end if I
wanted to reap the bigger rewards.
   "You wanna go out for supper tonight? Chinese maybe?" I phrased it like a
question but it was more of a statement. She kind of half-nodded.
   "Okay," she said quietly.
   Supper was OK - I basically acted like we hadn't a care in the world and
were as happy as a married couple could be. She watched her food alot, and
didn't eat very much. After supper, in the car, she asked me what I was going
to do.
   "Look," I said. "Let's just pretend this didn't happen for a couple of
days, OK? That way we can both get our heads together and discuss it like
adults instead of children. Agreed?" She nodded.
   "Do you want to come to the game tonight?" I asked. She jerked her head
around to look at me.
   "No!" she exclaimed, and then added a little more quietly "I think I'll
just stay home tonight. Maybe I'll curl up and finish my book." I knew why she
didn't want to go (it was obvious, right?) and she knew I knew why she didn't
want to go. Maybe she thought that if she demonstrated that she didn't want to
be near Eric it would make things better.
   By the way, sex that night was great.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Instinctively I grabbed the corner of the comforter and pulled it up over
my breasts. My stomach lurched and a million ridiculous things flew through my
mind. Alex had caught us red-handed and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
I suppose something in the back of my mind understood the risk and to a
certain extent that augmented the feelings, but never in the world did I think
it would happen. He stood there and stared at us for a long time but neither
Eric nor I moved. I couldn't. I was embarrassed, humiliated, angry, sorry, but
most of all I was sad. Nothing Alex had done to me was worth the pain he must
have been going through. Realization of what I had done swept through me and I
began to weep. There I sat in the slimy mingled products of our lovemaking,
crying, with my husband standing there looking at us both with that sarcastic
smile he has. Finally he just laughed and turned around and went upstairs.
Eric looked at me and started to say something
   "Just go. Please!" I almost sobbed. Eric got up and walked out, leaving me
by myself to fear what was to come.
   I took a shower to wash the sweat and the smell and the products of sex off
my body. My pussy actually hurt when water hit it and my nipples were still
very sensitive. I saw in the mirror that I had a couple of little love bites
at the nape of my neck, and I hoped Alex wouldn't notice. I towelled off and
went upstairs to dress, avoiding Alex as I went into the bedroom. I came back
out after a while, thinking that it would be best just to get it over with,
and was totally caught off guard when Alex offered to make me lunch. I really
didn't know how to react. I was expecting the end of the world and here he was
offering me food. I just shook my head, and was then even more amazed when he
asked me if I wanted to go out for Chinese food. It was really too wierd.
   I still wasn't hungry at supper. I just picked at my food while Alex talked
merrily of vacations, cars, houses, renovations, business, everything you can
imagine. It was surrealistic. I wished he would shut up. On the way home he
shocked me by asking if I wanted to go with him to his baseball game. I
couldn't believe he was going to go and participate in a sport with Eric after
what had happened that afternoon! I just wanted to be by myself for a while.
   He came home right after the game instead of going for beers. He didn't
mention anything happening even though I was sure there must have been some
kind of confrontation. I asked him how the game was, who won, that sort of
thing but he didn't volunteer any information at all. We shared what was left
of the wine while watching a movie and then went to bed. I didn't expect it,
but he initiated sex and I found to my surprise that I responded. I had a
fierce orgasm and we did a variety of things to each other that we hadn't done
since before we were married. It was if my experience with Eric had opened a
door, and now that I could see what was on the other side I wasn't afraid to
walk through it. This is a corny, cliche' thing to say, but it really was a
sexual awakening. I went to sleep feeling things might work out after all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Things went pretty much the same way for the next couple of days. Finally I
brought up the afternoon of the previous Friday. Deb got nervous and didn't
really respond to anything I said for a while, and then opened up with a flood
of cliche's. 'I didn't mean for it to happen.' and 'It wasn't what it looked
like.' and 'It's not what you think' and 'It'll never happen again.' Yeah,
right, I though. It'll happen again if *I* get my way. Then I told her I
wanted her to write it out, threatened her with the videotape (I even let her
watch a little bit of it to convince her I was serious), and described to her
how I wanted it done. She appeared to be in a bit of shock,  and when she
nodded and turned away there were tears in her eyes again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Things came to a head a couple of days later. When I learned that Alex
wanted me to write out my experience I was appalled, ashamed. When I found out
I had to make it as dirty as I could I was horrified. I definitely did not
want something like this to exist but with the videotape in Alex's hands there
wasn't much I
could do. He read over my shoulder as I wrote, brought me wine, and kept quiet
until the story was done. Then he read it over, smiling all the time, and told
me which parts he wanted re-written. I was humiliated, which I'm sure is the
whole point of this exercise, but I did what I was told. The last thing I have
to write is this last paragraph, and I thank God it's over. Alex gave me the
impression that if I did this, everything would go back to the way it was. I
pray that's true. I just want this to be over. Good-bye.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   So, that's it. Now all I have to do is wait for the appropriate time to get
the two of them together again and see what develops. After watching the two
of them together I had a few misgivings about my new fantasy but I've decided
the next time a guy fucks my wife, I want to be in on it too. If it happens,
you know I'll share it with you at some point. Who knows, maybe I'll be able
to convince Deb that she should write her part  - she might really get going
if she knows she has an audience!

End Of "THE BETRAYAL"


Epilogue, January 1995

   Things didn't work out the way I had planned. Deb was *not* open to a
threesome, even with Eric.
   Eric quit the baseball team after what happened last summer and in the fall
joined a rival hockey team. We still saw each other a fair amount, but we were
nowhere as close as we were "before". I guess Eric and Deb saw each other too,
even if she was sitting in the stands and he was on the ice.
    Anyway, I had Eric over for supper (and sex) one night without telling
Deb. It was a gesture destined to fail, and both of them saw right through me.
Eric left in a fury and Deb locked herself in the downstairs bathroom for a
couple of hours. She eventually came out after I went to bed and left the
house. I don't know if she went to a hotel or a friend's house, or what.
   I guess her and Eric got together shortly afterward and compared notes, and
they came up with an answer that spelled "Alex = Slimeball". I've only spoken
to Deb briefly since then, for her to tell me she was leaving me and she
wanted the house, the new car, and the joint chequing account. I haven't seen
Eric except to play hockey against him - about two weeks ago (the last game
before Christmas) he blind-sided me with a vicious cross-check and put me head
first into the boards. By the way, Deb has been seen "around" with Eric quite
a bit, and last week I finally saw her sitting in the stands with the wives
and girlfriends of the other team - Eric's team. I was so pissed off and
jealous I played like a demon - I got two goals and an assist before I was
tossed out in the second period for fighting. I glanced up to where Deb was
sitting when I was being escorted off the ice and she was laughing and talking
with the girls, oblivious to what was happening on the ice.
   I guess I had it coming, but it still hurts. I'm trying to get her back,
but it's difficult when I don't even know where she lives. I know she doesn't
live with Eric (yet) and I won't give up. Wish me luck....

      ATD

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