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If you haven't had the pleasure of reading this excellent, unnerving
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INFIDELITY
By Parker
Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute (unchanged
of course), but be discrete.
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This is what happened:
I was watching as closely as I could.
Without being too obvious, of course. It's not easy trying to be
inconspicuous while staring out the window through a pair of binoculars at
another apartment just across the courtyard, but I did my best. It was
worth the effort. Or, rather, the woman who had just moved into the
apartment across the courtyard was worth the effort. Well worth it. Tall,
with short blonde hair and a dancer's lithe, athletic body - my first
impression was that she moved like a dancer - she was more than worth
the effort. I had first seen her earlier that afternoon when I'd come home
from work at the university library. She had been carrying some boxes
into the elevator. The only thing I really noticed was her ass, swaying
enticingly in a tight pair of jeans before disappearing behind elevator
doors, but it wasn't until I realized that she was moving into the suite just
across the courtyard, and, having nothing better to do, had picked up the
binoculars, that I'd realized just how beautiful she was.
I'd been watching ever since.
Watching while she slowly unpacked boxes and shoved books on
shelves, placed pots and pans in cupboards, hung clothes in closets... and
so on. Mundane tasks to be sure, but she made them look...
Well.
I really couldn't say exactly how she made them look. Worth
watching, at the very least. And that's just what I'd been doing since I'd
gotten home from work.
Watching.
I couldn't really make out the details of her face, but what I could see
looked positively angelic. God... I was getting hard just watching her
unpack. I dropped one hand down to rub my aching cock where it pressed
urgently against the zipper of my jeans, leaving the other hand to steady
the binoculars. Maybe I had time to...
"Peter."
Karen.
Moving quickly, but trying not to seem as if I was moving quickly, I
pulled the binoculars from my eyes, dropped my hand to me side, and
attempted to look innocent. Karen, my wife, walked into the living room.
Seeing the binoculars in my hand, she walked up to me and peered
curiously out the window into the dark courtyard.
"What are you looking at?"
"I... uhm..."
And then, thankfully... mercifully, the blonde woman turned out her
living room light and her apartment went dark. Karen couldn't see what I
had been watching.
"Just, uh... looking," I said, lamely.
"Hmmph." Karen looked doubtful, but didn't pursue it. "Well, dinner's
ready." She walked away, brushing a lock of brown hair off her forehead.
"Great." I followed behind her, discretely placing the binoculars on the
bookshelf. I couldn't help but glance out the window one more time as
Karen disappeared into the hallway. I could have sworn that I saw the
blonde woman, a dark shape silhouetted against the window, but I couldn't
be sure.
It might have been my imagination.
*****
Her name was Talia.
I bumped into her the next evening in the laundry room. It seemed
kind of unlikely - there were almost two hundred apartments in our
complex - but the way I had been thinking about her since I had watched
her the previous evening, the meeting had an air of inevitability about it.
Talia.
I rolled the name around inside my head, feeling it...touching it...
tasting it... A strange name, to my ears, strange and exotic. But at the
same time, enticing.
Erotic.
Just like the woman herself.
A lot of women look attractive from behind or at a distance, but when
they come closer, or turn around, the illusion is shattered, and they become
human.
Not Talia, though.
Up close, her body, tall, slim and elegantly curved as it was, faded into
insignificance next to the beauty of her face. She was a walking wet
dream, with a small, elfin face perfectly set off by a halo of short, honey-
blonde hair. And if her green eyes were just a little too large for her
face, well, they gave her an appealing, little-girl look of innocence.
Talia.
When I walked into the laundry room, she was standing in front of an
open dryer, searching through her pockets while muttering angrily to
herself.
I screwed up my courage: "Something wrong?" My voice sounded tight
and forced. At least to my ears.
She looked over and shrugged her shoulders, a slight smile appearing
on her face. "Didn't bring enough tokens," she answered. "Last place I
lived you only needed four." Her voice was low and throaty. Just like I
would have imagined it. Heck, just how I *had* imagined it.
"Here," I said, trying to keep my voice casual as I walked forward with
the laundry basket under my arm. "I've got a couple extra."
"Oh no..."
"Really." I pulled a token out of my pocket and held it up. "It's no
problem."
She hesitated for a moment and then took the token. It might have
been my imagination, or wishful thinking, but it seemed to me that she
deliberately brushed her long, cool fingers along my the back of my hand
after taking it. I felt my face redden and turned away to hide the growing
erection in the tight pair of shorts I always wore when doing laundry.
"Thank you," she said from behind me.
"Ah, don't worry about it." My cock felt like it was going to burst. I
hadn't felt like this in years; not since... well, not since long before I
married Karen.
As I loaded my own laundry into the machine, I heard her close the lid
and switch the dryer on. I wanted to turn and say something, but my
tongue felt thick and clumsy. And the erection bulging in my shorts
would have been almost impossible to hide. Maybe if I held onto the
laundry basket? Still...
"My name is 'Talia'."
Talia.
Gathering my courage, and leaning forward so that my loose tee shirt
would cover the bulge at my crotch, I turned to say something, but she was
gone.
Talia.
*****
She was in my apartment the next day when I came home from work,
talking to Karen, who had gone home early in the afternoon after a
seminar had been cancelled. My heart skipped a beat as I walked into the
living room and saw them sitting together. I actually felt guilty, although
I hadn't done anything. Karen looked startled and then angry for a
moment when I came into the room, but quickly turned away.
Talia smiled at me.
"Peter," Karen said nervously, turning back and getting to her feet,
"I... uh, gather you've met Talia. She's..."
"I wanted to thank you for your help in the laundry room," Talia
interrupted, still smiling at me as she got to her feet. "It was very noble."
She glanced over at Karen and then looked back at me. "A true
gentleman."
I shrugged, struggling to appear casual. "Don't worry about it."
"No, really."
She walked forward and held out her hand. I think Karen said
something, but I didn't hear what it was.
"Here."
I opened my hand and she placed two tokens in it. And, just like last
night, her touch lingered just a moment longer than was strictly necessary.
And, again just like the night before, I felt myself growing hard.
"Two tokens?" I stared down at my palm as she pulled her hand away.
"I only gave you one."
With her back to Karen, Talia gave me a smile that promised
everything. "Interest," she whispered, slowly licking her lower lip.
Then she turned back to Karen. "Thanks for the coffee, Karen."
Maybe it was my imagination, but her voice sounded a little haughty -
almost condescending. "Maybe I'll see you later; it's always nice to meet
new neighbours."
"Uhmm... sure." Karen shrugged her shoulders. She was trying to
seem indifferent, but I could tell she was upset. Had she picked up on
something - the attraction - between Talia and myself?
With one last glance at me, and another smile, Talia turned and left the
apartment. I took a deep breath and immediately set out to erase any
impression Karen might have received about Talia and myself: giving her
lots of attention... telling her I loved her... that sort of thing.
Nothing worked, though. She was out of sorts all evening.
It wasn't until a couple of hours later that it occurred to me that I
hadn't told Talia my apartment number. How had she found me?
Interest.
*****
Talia.
She moaned, her voice low and thick with lust, as I slid my hard cock
deep within her with one smooth lunge. She was tight...and warm... and
wet... just as I had imagined she would be. Her long legs, already wide
and smiling, wrapped around my body, enveloping it and pulling me in
even deeper. The feeling of friction as the head of my cock squeezed
through the tight walls of her pussy was incredible. And, just as I was
convinced that I could go no further, she pulled me deeper still.
Now it was my turn to moan.
Talia.
Bracing my knees against the mattress, I pulled back slightly and then
slid forward, beginning that familiar, age-old dance. She relaxed her legs
and then pulled herself forward and up, the muscles of her inner thighs
tensing and then relaxing, her motions melding perfectly with my own.
Talia.
I looked down at her sleek, glistening body sprawled out on the bed
beneath me. Her head was thrown back on the pillow and her short
blonde hair swept away from her face and fanned out like a halo. Her lips
were slightly parted, and her tongue slid slowly along her lower lip.
Moving my gaze down her body, I watched, mesmerised, and her small,
firm breasts bobbed and jiggled in time with my urgent thrusts.
Talia.
"Ohh..."
She tossed her head to the side and then back again, opening her large,
green eyes and looking up at me. One long, lithe arm snaked up around
and behind my neck, drawing my face down to hers for a long passionate
kiss. The tempo and urgency of our movements increased as our tongues
writhed together, darting in and out, dancing, exploring each other's
mouths. Finally, our faces broke apart. I stared down at her as, eyes
closed again, her breath began to come in short, frantic pants. I increased
the pace of my thrusting, trying to keep up with her twisting, writhing
glistening body as I felt the tell-tale build up of pressure in my deeply
buried cock. We were both getting closer and closer...
"Talia..."
"Huh?"
I opened my eyes... and looked down at Karen. Her head was thrown
back on the pillow, her thick, brown hair limp and sticky with sweat. She
stared up at me with hard, brown eyes. I kept pumping, hoping that she
wouldn't pursue it.
"What did you just say?"
Damn.
She stopped moving beneath me, her legs falling back to the bed.
"I didn't say anything," I lied.
"I thought you said something. It sounded like..."
"I told you," I growled. I began to move my hips even faster, grinding
my cock into her to get to her shut up about it. "I didn't say anything."
She just grunted, unconvinced. I brought my face against hers and tried
to kiss her, but she turned away. I sighed, and continued to fuck her now
motionless body.
Eventually, I came.
She didn't.
*****
Things became a bit strained with Karen after that, but we were both
busy enough that we didn't have to see much of each other. Between her
doctoral thesis and the class work and the seminars, Karen seemed to be
spending almost all of her time at the university anthropology department
as the fall slowly turned to winter, often so deeply buried in the
department archives that I couldn't find her even when I did find the time
to wander over to her department.
Not that I made much of an effort.
As for me, the university library was finally getting around to
computerizing its catalogue, so I had more than enough work to keep me
busy.
And Talia...
I kept an eye on her and gradually began to figure out her schedule:
when she left for work... when she came home... when she did her
laundry... With Karen at the university all the time, I had plenty of
opportunity to 'accidentally' bump into her as often as I could manage it.
Very quickly, our polite nods and greetings became conversations and
then meetings for coffee at the little cafe across the street. At first I was
concerned that Karen might see us, but Karen's schedule was both full and
predictable, so that wasn't a problem.
And so, I found myself spending more and more time with Talia. It
turned out that she worked as a clothing designer at a fashion house which
was located just off the campus. When she discovered that we worked so
close to each other, she invited me over for lunch. I picked a day that
Karen was busy, which wasn't difficult, and accepted.
It was quite the operation. I don't know what I had expected, but when
I walked out of the elevator, I was immediately impressed by the size of
the place. And very posh. The receptionist was some cute blonde bimbo
with an ultra short skirt and half-open blouse. I was surprised that they
would let her work here dressed like that. I mentioned it to Talia when she
came out of her office to meet me, but she just laughed and said that the
support staff were required to wear the latest fashions, most of which were
either designed or distributed by that company; almost like walking
advertisements. She pointed out a number of such girls as she showed me
around the office, all beautiful and all wearing daring outfits.
I was impressed.
As we walked into the elevator, she put her hand on my arm and gave a
squeeze. It was like a bolt of electricity shooting through my body.
I was falling in love.
*****
I continued to see less and less of Karen as Christmas approached.
We'd be together on the odd weekend when one of us wasn't at work or at
school; we'd talk, see a movie... even fuck once in a while, but it wasn't
important. It didn't seem real.
I lived for the meetings with Talia.
Not that anything had happened.
Yet.
There was, however, plenty of promise of things to come. Talia and I
met two or three times a week for lunch, and I eventually became well
known at her office. I even got to know that blonde secretary I had been
so dismissive about earlier. Despite her appearance and high, little-girl
voice, it turned out she had an MBA. From Harvard, no less! I asked her
about the job and she said she took it because of Talia. She said that Talia
was one of the top designers in the country, and it was great experience to
work for her.
Even as a secretary.
I had no idea Talia was so important or well known. When I asked her
about it, Talia just laughed. She said something about reputations and
flattery and deceptive appearances, and then talked about her career, but I
didn't really hear it. I was still lost in the sound of her laughter.
We spent more and more time together. Talia became quite busy with
her job as the Christmas season approached, often working late two or
three nights a week, or having to be away on weekends, but my schedule
at the library was pretty flexible, and I was able to arrange things so that I
was working whenever Talia was working and available when she was
available. Of course, this meant that Karen and I saw even less of each
other, but I didn't really notice.
Talia and I became closer and closer...
And one night, as Talia and I sat together on the couch in her living
room watching a movie, I finally got up the courage to put my arm around
her shoulder. She looked over at me, her green eyes wide and questioning,
but didn't say anything as I drew her closer... and closer, until finally our
faces were inches apart.
"Peter," she whispered, looking uncertain for the first time since I had
met her, "I..."
"Shhh..." I put a trembling finger on her lips.
"I... what about..."
I silenced her by pressing my lips against hers and slipping my tongue
into her mouth.
My heart was pmunding like a jackhammer.
Was I going too quickly?
Had I misread the situation?
Was I going to lose her?
No. She stiffened for one terrible moment and then melted into the
kiss, opening her mouth and welcoming me. Letting out a quiet moan, she
slid backwards onto the couch, drawing me down onto her. We explored
each other's bodies like a pair of teenagers, hungry, grasping... almost
desperate in our need for each other. Finally, panting, she lifted her arms
and began to slide out of her tee shirt.
I looked up from the couch, staring out the window at my own dark,
empty apartment across the courtyard. "Shouldn't we close the blinds?" I
asked, feeling suddenly exposed.
She laughed and pulled my face down to her small, firm breasts.
"Don't worry about it," she told me, gasping slightly as my tongue found
her hard, sensitive nipples. "No one can see."
And that was the last I thought about it.
It was better than I'd imagined...
*****
Two days later, Talia invited Karen and myself to her Christmas party.
I debated over whether to tell Karen, but eventually decided that I had no
choice. It would be too obvious, otherwise. And so I waited one night
until Karen was almost asleep beside me and then mentioned, in passing,
Talia's party. Karen mumbled something about some her parents being in
town or something like that, and then rolled over.
Her parents.
Perfect.
*****
"What do you mean you're not going!" She was mad. Furious. I don't
think I'd ever seen Karen like that before. "You *know* how important
this is! They only come into town a couple times a year. I *told* you I
would have come late after making an appearance at this bloody faculty
party. They'll arrive at the restaurant and..."
"Karen," I interrupted, standing my ground, "I told you a week ago.
You should have said something then. I've already told Talia that we were
going."
"You didn't say anything to me about it!"
"I did." Sure, when you were half asleep.
She fell silent for a moment, her hands clenched in tight little fists at
her sides. I started to say something, but changed my mind. Best to keep
quiet and see what happened.
I have to admit, she looked great, standing there in the new evening
dress she had bought for the faculty party. She wasn't as tall or slender as
Talia, but she still had a great body and a beautiful face surrounded by
thick waves of brown hair. And the dress, which left her upper body and
arms bare showed her off to perfection. But Talia... I felt a lump in my
throat as I mentally compared my wife to the woman I loved. Karen and
I...
"Peter," she said, more begging now than angry, "you know how
important this is." My heart ached for her, but I had to be firm. Maybe it
was for her own good. "I *have* to go to this faculty party; if my
parents..."
I shook my head. "No. I've already told Talia that I would go to her
party."
'I', not 'we'.
Karen's shoulders slumped. Her eyes glistened and I thought for a
moment she would start to cry. Fortunately, I was spared that ordeal; with
a quiet sigh, she turned and walked out of the kitchen towards the front
door. I stayed where I was and listened while she changed into her dress
shoes and left the apartment without another word.
Finally, she was gone.
I walked into the dark living room and glanced out the window at
Talia's apartment across the courtyard. It was brightly lit and already full
of people.
Talia...
*****
The party was in full swing when I arrived. I looked around the crowd,
but didn't see anyone I really knew. From the look of things, it was mostly
people from Talia's office. I thought I saw the receptionist, still dressed
in the same daring fashions which she wore at work, but if it was her, she
was quickly swallowed by the crowd.
Not that it mattered.
I was only looking for one person.
Talia.
With Karen gone for the night, and maybe for good, I wanted to be
with...
And there she was, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.
As usual, she was stunning. From her beautiful feet, encased in patent
leather shoes; to where her long, sleek legs disappeared into a black,
leather skirt which barely covered the bottom curves of her ass; to where a
white, frilly blouse made the most of her small breasts; to her long, bare
arms; and, finally, her flawless face and green eyes, perfectly set off by her
short blonde hair and a pair of green, teardrop earrings dangling from her
earlobes.
God, she was beautiful.
Our eyes met. I felt a thrill shoot through my body as she broke off her
current conversation, grabbed a couple of drinks from a tray, and began
walking across the room towards me. Towards *me*! This wonderful,
incredible creature, surrounded by all her friends and colleagues, wanted
nothing more than to be with me.
Right then and there, I knew that my marriage was over.
She stopped a couple feet in front of me, looking me up and down with
her large, green eyes. "You're alone," she noted, handing me a drink.
I shrugged. "Karen couldn't make it. She had a party on campus
tonight. And her parents are in town."
Talia smiled. "I'm sorry."
I smiled back. "Yeah. It's a shame."
We stared at each other for a few moments. We both knew that tonight
would be special. And then: "Dance?"
I nodded, and downed the drink in one swallow. She took my hand and
led me through the crowd to a corner of the room set aside for dancing. A
fast song was playing, so we joined the crowd in bouncing and swaying in
time with the music. As we danced, the crowd seemed to melt away, and
my gaze became more and more focused on Talia: the way she moved; the
way her long legs twisted and slid under the dark skirt; the way her breasts
jiggled under the blouse...
Someone handed us two more glasses and we emptied them without
leaving the dance floor. We just danced and danced, and, when a slow
song finally began, it seemed to me like we had the whole dance floor to
ourselves.
The whole world to ourselves.
She melted into my arms, pressing her small, firm breasts against my
chest as we began to sway back in forth, maybe in time with the music,
and maybe not. As we danced, my hands roamed her body, sliding up and
down her back and cupping her ass through the leather skirt. She moaned
and brought her mouth up to mine for a long passionate kiss. My cock
quickly grew rock hard in my pants. Talia ran her hand along it and
smiled.
"You like this," she whispered, licking at my ear.
"No," I answered, pulling her even closer to me, " I *love* this. I love
you."
This seemed to startle her for a moment. She glanced around and then
looked back up at me with her green eyes. "I know that," she told me,
smiling a strange smile, "but your wife..."
"She doesn't know about us," I told her. "And besides..."
"I think she does." Talia nodded at a corner of the room. "She's right
over there."
What!?!
"Watching."
I let go of Talia and whirled around. It was Karen, standing on the
other side of the room.
Watching.
With tears in her eyes...
Cursing under my breath, I walked towards her.
'Well,' I thought to myself, noticing that Talia was right behind me,
'maybe it's better to get this over with now.'
"Karen..."
I reached out to touch her shoulder, but she turned away. Running a
hand through my hair, I noticed for the first time how dizzy I was. It
might have been the alcohol, or maybe the fact that all my blood had
rushed to my cock, but I suddenly felt very unsteady.
I reached out again: "Karen, I don't..."
"Don't touch me," she hissed, shrugging away from my hand. Her eyes
were wet with tears.
"Damn it." I was beginning to get angry. She was supposed to be
somewhere else. What was she doing here, fucking up my evening?
Fucking up my life! "I don't want to..."
Again, she turned away.
I was about to grab her by the shoulders and start shaking when Talia
slipped around to stand beside me. "Let me," she whispered. "I can help."
I was doubtful, but let her do as she wanted.
Better her than me.
Talia gestured towards the bar. Shrugging, I turned and walked away.
It was Talia's party; if she was worried about Karen making a scene, that
was her problem. I just hoped she wouldn't be too hard on the poor girl.
Me, I needed a drink.
There was a small wet bar set up just outside the kitchen. I ordered a
double scotch and took a long sip. It was the good stuff, certainly better
than what Karen and I had been able to afford. I took another swallow,
downing most of the drink. Thus fortified, I turned to watch the fireworks.
Only there weren't any. Talia and Karen were still in the corner. Talia
had her hand on Karen's bare shoulder and was talking intently. Karen
look uncertain, her damp eyes fixed on the blonde woman's face, but Talia
kept talking. Finally, Karen nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek. Talia
turned and walked back to the dance floor with Karen following close
behind. As she walked, Karen shot me a look of... well, I'm not sure
what: hatred? anger? love? fear? I couldn't see clearly, but it scared me.
She seemed... well, strange. Shaken, I downed the remaining scotch and
ordered another. By the time it arrived, the music had started up again and
the two women were dancing together.
Dancing.
I watched in stunned disbelief, drink all but forgotten in my hand.
Talia and Karen stood facing each other, staring at each other's faces and
swaying in time with music. Karen was stiff at first, tentative, but she
quickly loosened up and got into it.
She always did love to dance.
The two women, one tall, sleek and blonde and the other shorter, with
thick brown hair and soft curves, were quickly the centre of attention. No
one seemed shocked or surprised, and there were still other dancers on the
floor, but you could tell that everyone was watching Talia and Karen as
their dance slowly, but surely, became increasingly seductive. The other
people on the dance floor smiled and gave them room.
The dance continued.
Talia made the first move, placing her hands on Karen's shoulders and
moving closer to the shorter woman. Karen looked uncertain for a
moment but then, shooting a quick glance to see if I was watching - I was;
oh god, I was - she slowly, sensuously slid her own hands up Talia's bare
arms and, reaching around behind the her back, drew the blonde women
closer. Bodies swaying, their faces met and I felt myself shudder as
Talia's mouth opened and...
What was happening?
After an eternity, the kiss ended. As Karen pulled her face away,
Talia's tongue darted out and traced a slow, proprietary path all along the
outside of Karen's slightly parted lips. Karen stood there, breasts rising
and falling quickly under the thin fabric of her dress, a light sheen of
perspiration glistening on her face, while Talia completed her journey and
then drew her in for another long, excruciating kiss.
I swallowed most of my drink in one gulp and held out my glass for a
refill.
The kiss ended.
Karen, turning gracefully, slowly wrapped herself in Talia's long,
smooth arms. Soon, she was leaning back in the other woman's grip,
completely relaxed, allowing herself to be led around the dance floor, eyes
closed and lips parted. I could see that her breathing was becoming heavy
as Talia leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Karen giggled...
and then giggled again as the blonde woman ran her tongue alongside her
ear, down her neck...
I wanted to get up off the stool.
I wanted to walk over and grab Karen by the arm and jerk her away
from Talia. I wanted...
I just sat there, mesmerized, while Karen bent her head back, parted her
lips and shivered as Talia joined her in another long, passionate kiss. I
just sat there as the two women abandoned any pretence at dancing and began
to neck openly right there on the dance floor, their hands exploring each
other's bodies; cupping each other's breasts... I just sat there and watched
as Talia broke off the kiss and, with a quick glance at me and a strange,
triumphant smile on her beautiful face, took Karen by the hand and led her
off the dance floor towards the bedroom. I got a quick glance at my wife's
face as the blonde woman led her away. She seemed dazed, her eyes
blank and her breasts rising and falling in quick, urgent gasps beneath the
low cut of her evening dress.
The entered the bedroom and the door closed.
The spell was broken, and I could move again. I got up and half
staggered across the room towards the closed door. A big guy I didn't
recognize stepped in front of me and shook his head. Confused, I came to
a halt and looked around the room. The music had stopped and no one
was dancing any more.
Someone laughed.
And then someone else.
I felt my stomach heave, mostly because of the manner in which I'd
downed the last couple of drinks, but also because of fear. Breaking out
into a cold sweat, I turned and half-ran to the door. No one blocked my
way and I was out in the hallway before I knew what was happening. I
heard the music start up again as I staggered away down the hall.
I barely made it to my own apartment. Gasping for air, I stumbled into
the bathroom and began to retch into the toilet.
Karen...
*****
Karen didn't come home that night.
Nor the next.
Nor the next after that.
The blinds were kept down at Talia's apartment and I didn't have the
guts to go over there and knock on the door. And so, not knowing what
else to do, I went to work the next Monday. I called the anthropology
department, but Karen wasn't there. When I got home, most of Karen's
things were gone from the bedroom.
I did nothing.
*****
Four days later, I answered a knock on the door. It was a man I'd never
met before. He asked who I was and then, when I told him, he handed me
an envelope. I asked him what it was, but he just told me to open it.
It was a petition for divorce.
*****
By the end of the next week, I was frantic with worry and sick at the
thought of losing... who, Talia? Karen? I didn't know any more. I just
knew that it wasn't fair! I'd tried repeatedly to contact Karen at the
university, but they told me that she hadn't shown up for any classes or
seminars in two weeks. She was in danger of losing her position.
So I tanked up on a few drinks at lunch the next day and wandered over
to Talia's office. By the time I got there, I was half convinced that the
whole thing was some scheme of Talia's to get Karen out of the way.
Clever.
But still...
I walked out of the elevator.
Karen was working as the receptionist.
She sat at the desk where the blonde girl had been before, wearing the
same skimpy, ultra-fashionable clothing the other girl had been waiting.
"Can I help you?"
Her voice was high pitched and girlish, just like the blonde woman's,
and she had that same half-dazed expression I had seen on her face that
night at Talia's, a look full of confusion and... what else, lust? confusion?
I don't know. She didn't look the same, though.
I took my wife's hand. "Karen..."
"You're not welcome here, Mr Parker."
I looked up.
Talia.
"What have you..."
"Would you please leave now?"
I just stared, unbelieving, feeling my anger rise. What was...
"Talia," Karen whined like a little girl, "He's h-hurting meeee." I
looked down. Her hand had turned white in my grip. Karen had tears in
her eyes, and her lower lip was stuck out like a pouting child.
Letting go of her hand, I looked up, suddenly enraged. "You bitch," I
yelled, "What did you do to her?" Furious, I dodged around the desk and
lunged at the blonde woman. She was too quick for me, though; she took
a calm step backwards and then kicked me in the groin.
Hard.
By the time I was able to stand without retching, the police had arrived
and I was arrested for assault.
*****
The charges were quickly dropped, but I lost my job the next Monday.
Someone had spread the story that I had gotten drunk and attacked a
woman. By mid-morning, there were half a dozen campus "womyn's"
groups picketing the library, demanding that I be fired. Mr Blake put me
on temporary suspension before lunch, and made it very clear that there
was nothing temporary about it.
"Some of these women have even threatened to start burning books,"
he confided in me, looking horrified at the very thought. "Burning books."
He shook his head. "Can't have that; this is a library."
And so, I went home a noon.
Without a job.
*****
The next day, I was served with more legal papers, setting out the basis
of a "negotiated" settlement. Basically, Karen got everything. I got
nothing. Also enclosed in the package was a small envelope containing
pictures. Pictures of me and Talia, fucking on Talia's couch. I was clearly
identifiable in the pictures.
Talia, of course, was not.
I signed.
*****
And that's what happened.
So now I'm sitting, watching through the binoculars, as Talia leads my
wife - soon to be ex-wife - out of the kitchen and into the living room. As
usual, Karen's on all fours, naked except for what I think is some kind of
dog collar around her neck. I'm not certain at this distance, even with the
binoculars. Karen's large tits are swaying and jiggling as she scampers
about on her hands and knees to keep up with the blonde woman, but she
doesn't seem to mind.
Karen crouches on the floor beside the couch and Talia rubs her head.
Then the blonde woman spread her legs and gestures for Karen to get to
work. My cock is rock hard, naked in my fist, as Karen eagerly buries her
empty face in Talia's pussy. In my mind's eyes, I see her tongue hard at
work, lapping and sucking...
My hand begins to move faster and faster...
Talia picks up the remote control and begins watching television while
Karen continues to lap at her pussy. Then, as she does every night at just
about this time, she looks out the window, across the courtyard, and
smiles. She reaches over, grasps something hanging down from the top of
the window and suddenly everything goes blank.
She's closed the blinds.
Ahh, but she's too late this time. My hand is moving in a blur, rubbing
furiously up and down my cock as I replay the night's activities in my
head. She's taken everything else from me, but she...
can't...
take...
this...
"Ah."
I feel the familiar rush of pain and pleasure swell up in my cock and
burst out over my hand in a warm, sticky fountain. Yes. Panting I put
down the binoculars, smiling to myself as I contemplate my victory.
Talia...
THE END
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