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LCS70008 Free & Loose
By
Roberta Quinn

CHAPTER ONE

"Sit it up on the desk so I can get off my knees. Otherwise, I'll
get a bitch of a run in my pantyhose," I panted, pulling away
from Grant.

My trusty lawyer and lover of one month grinned lewdly and stood
up, pulling me to my feet. I watched in admiration as his
towering hard-on bounced in front of him while he walked around
to the expensive mahogany desk that dominated his office. "This
better?" he asked, hopping up to sit on the desk.

"Much," I smiled, licking my lips hungrily as that thick prong of
Grant's bobbed in the air. Even though my pantyhose would be
grateful for this new position, my back would suffer from the
sideways stance I'd have to assume in order to continue my
blowjob. Fuck it, I figured-a prick like Grants was worth a week
of traction!

Seeing that perfect piece of meat jutting stiffly from the front
of Grant's trousers wasn't enough for me. I also wanted a
view-and a grip-of those gorgeous hairy-thighs that always turned
my cunt to a puddle of mush. Grabbing for the button on his pants
with shaky hands, I undid his slacks and rolled both his briefs
and pants down with one efficient pull.

Knowing how much I loved to see his body fully exposed, Grant
pulled his legs up onto each side of the desk and began to lazily
stroke his uncut cock. I watched intently, filled with an almost
unbearable longing, my eyes focused on his powerful, well-muscled
legs before resting my stare on his heavy, low-hanging nutsac and
the thin trail of hair just under his balls that led to his
asscrack.

"Come here," Grant murmured hornily. "Suck me."

I didn't have to be asked twice. Moving toward the desk, I took
Grant's skin-covered cockhead into my mouth and delighted in the
salty taste of his stiff rod. Reaching forward, Grant pulled the
skin covering his shaft down and pushed my head down to
completely envelop his meat. Within seconds, I was deep-throating
him with ease, my lips locked around his stiffer and moving along
the length of his hardness.

"Jesus, you give amazing head," Grant groaned then, watching my
lips suck along his prick. "Fred doesn't have the slightest idea
what he's losing."

I answered that without taking my lips off his cock. "And he'll
never find out now, will he?"

"Not if you sign the papers that are lying under my ass," he
said.

I lowered my head completely and sucked him into my mouth until
his pube bush was tickling my nose. Then I poked a finger into
Grant's hairy asscrack. "Here?" I asked slyly, a dollop of spit
drooling down onto his crotch.

"Not exactly, Eve," he panted, spreading his legs a bit wider.
"The papers are a little further down, but don't you dare move
that finger from where it is."

I giggled and took my mouth off Grant's cock. Then I spit down
onto my finger and resumed my suck job, slipping the finger back
between his butt cheeks.

As I deep-throated him again, filling my throat with his sweet
meat, I pushed my hand forward and shoved my index finger deep
into Grants tight, smooth asshole. His cock jerked wildly in my
mouth and he let out a loud groan that filled the office.

"Take it easy there," Grant groaned, his sphincter flexing
tightly around my thrusting finger, "my ass isn't as pliable as
you'd like it to be."

Pulling my finger back a bit, I moved my head down again and
sucked Grant's prong deep into my throat. Then, I pistoned my
finger once again into my lawyers silky butt chute. I loved the
way his assring clenched around my finger, locking it in his
heat. With my remaining free fingers, I reached down and touched
Grant's heavy, hairy nutsac.

"Get up and bend over the desk," Grant gasped as I felt his
cockhead swelling between my lips. "I need to be inside you
before I blow off."

My sentiments exactly. Pulling my lips off Grant's prick with a
loud popping sound, I stretched my back out a bit before turning
around and bending over the slab of expensive mahogany in the
center of Grant's office.

Moments later, I heard movement behind me and knew that my naked
lover was getting comfy on his knees in anticipation of a taste
of my cunt. He loves the flavor of my juices, and my clam is
invariably grateful for a healthy serving of his tongue's expert
attention.

"You have such a beautiful ass, Eve," Grant whispered, planting
an innocent little kiss on my left asscheek.

Innocence went out the window a second later when Grant pulled my
shapely cheeks wide apart and nosed in between. My asshole
clamped around his lips as Grant kissed my bud tenderly. Then I
felt his nose sliding further down to my muff.

There, Grant's tongue began an exotic dance along the length of
my slit that quickly brought my first climax to the surface. My
cunt creams bubbled up and over my pussy lips, dripping thickly
into Grants hard-sucking mouth. A moment later, he had two
fingers thrusting in and out of my cunt and was using his other
hand to stroke his mammoth dong.

"I can't take much more of this, Grant," I whispered, clamping my
thighs against his invading fingers. "Put that cock in me."

"Turn around first," Grant replied, pulling me around by my
shoulders. "I want to see that gorgeous face while I'm fucking
you."

Looking down, I saw a delicious-looking drop of pre-cum forming
at the tip of Grant's swollen prong. I dipped my finger in the
thick fluid and brought it to my mouth, sucking hungrily on the
salty emission as I sat up on the desk and spread my legs wide.

Grant lifted his heavy erection, stroked the skin back and forth
a few times and pointed it toward my sloppy opening. For a
moment, he just contented himself with simply rubbing his bulbous
cockhead along my slit, slipping around in my juices and denting
my lips with his hardness before slipping up against my rock
hard, swollen clit.

Then, without any warning, Grant drove deep inside my tight
walls. I cried out sharply and immediately spasmed through a
second orgasm as I felt that thick shaft spreading me wide apart.
I clamped my legs around Grant's tight ass and pulled him closer
to me, driving a couple more inches of stiff meat inside my hole.

Before long, Grant was pumping my cunt in a strict and rapid
rhythm, pulling almost all the way out of me before driving back
in to the hilt, his throbbing shaft grazing against my tortured
clit with each thrust.

I looked down and watched in delight as my cunt hole squished
wide open to allow Grant entry, then clamped around his member
and sealed him tightly into my heat.

"I'm not going to last much longer, Eve," he groaned, his voice
trembling slightly and his chest slamming against my hefty tits.

"Do it, Grant," I encouraged, clasping my arms around his back.
"Shoot your load in me!"

Seconds later, Grant plunged into me a final time and began to
cum. I could feel several searing jets of his jizz shooting into
my cunt and coating my pussy with a lining of his spunk. The
thickness of that pearly-white coating made Grant's softening
prick slip in and out of me with a delicious sucking sound, and I
wasn't surprised to feel a third orgasm welling up from deep
inside my clam.

"Don't stop fucking me, Grant. I'm gonna cum again," I replied
breathlessly, my clit swelling unbearably.

"I've got an even better idea," Grant offered, a sly smile
forming on his lips.

My climax exploded gloriously as Grant dipped down between my
legs and began to suck my cunt again. Three of his fingers worked
feverishly on my clit as his tongue dipped into my soaking
snatch. At the height of my climax, I looked down and gasped in
erotic shock as I saw Grants tongue coated with his own jizz.

Minutes later, we were both breathing as if we'd just run a
marathon. Our orgasms had just about wiped us out completely. For
a while Grant and I just sat next to each other and appreciated
the beauty of each other's body as our pulses returned to normal.

"How about I take you to lunch, beautiful? It seems to me we
could both use a couple hundred calories to replenish the energy
we just used up.

I frowned. "Sorry, Grant, but I can't. I've got a job interview
at four, which leaves me just enough time to get home and perform
a quick hose down before changing my clothes."

"Why shower?" he asked. "I think you smell delicious."

"That's because it's your jizz that you smell dripping out of my
cunt. I'm not sure a prospective employer would appreciate it as
much as you do."

Grant laughed loudly as I began to pull my clothes back on. He
had a deep, rich voice that seemed to fill any room he was
standing in. I certainly would have liked to have lunch with
Grant-during the past four weeks, we seemed to be growing closer
and closer. I silently wondered for a moment where this little
affair of ours was leading, but there wasn't any time at the
moment for a detailed conversation regarding our affair.

I was hoisting my pocketbook over my shoulder when I suddenly
remembered the real reason for my visit to Grant's office.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed, slapping my forehead. "I almost forgot
about the papers!"

"I didn't," my lawyer replied. "They're still where you left
them."

I looked beneath Grant's sculpted ass and saw the manila envelope
that contained the contract finalizing my divorce from Fred after
twelve years of alternating boredom and incessant arguing.

"Come and get them," Grant said with a horny smile.

As I reached for the envelope, I noticed that Grant's cock was
already getting hard again. I knew that if I didn't get out of
there quickly, I'd miss my interview-Grant is a most persuasive
man.

Grant lifted his bottom a bit, allowing me to pull the envelope
from beneath him. I bent down and kissed the head of his prick as
I pulled on the envelope.

"All you have to do is sign them and get them back to me within
the week," Grant said, suddenly sounding like a lawyer again.
"Read everything over carefully and make sure it all looks good
to you."

"I'm sure it will," I said with a firm nod of my head.

I wasn't sure whether Grant was simply a damn good lawyer or if
his extra interest in me inspired him to strive harder than
usual, but he'd managed to get Fred to agree to a settlement that
was more than generous. It left me with the house, one of our two
cars, and a monthly allowance which probably matched that of
several jilted Hollywood wives. As a result, I didn't really need
to get a job- but the idea of staying home all day with nothing
to do seemed frightfully boring to me.

"Within the week, huh?" I said playfully. "I guess that means
we'll be getting together again in just a few days."

"Sooner than that actually, I hope. A good friend of mine is
having a party the night after next, and I'd love it if you'd
join me.

I was thrilled by his invitation. "I'd love to!"

"Great. I'll stop by your place around nine and we'll head over
to the party, okay?"

"Sounds good to me." I looked at my watch and gasped. "Damn, I've
gotta go. See you in a couple of days, right?"

"Right." Grant kissed me and patted my behind as I left his
office. "Good luck with the interview, Eve."

As usual, I left Grant with an extra spring in my step.

CHAPTER TWO

I got to the health club with five minutes to spare before my
interview. Rushing into the restroom, I touched up my makeup and
shed my outer layer of clothing. I instinctively knew that I'd
chosen the perfect outfit for an interview-the leotard I wore
clung to my figure and showed just enough skin and firm muscle to
convince any prospective employer that I was at least physically
qualified to be an aerobics instructor.

In all honestly, I'd never taught aerobics before. But after
taking thousands of classes and memorizing dozens of routines, I
figured all I needed was a shot. It seemed the perfect occupation
for me-one that paid decently and kept me in good shape. Besides,
I'd get to spend the day keeping an eye on the most beautiful
bodies in town!

Just before leaving the bathroom, I pinched my nipples and toyed
around with them a bit until they were firm and jutting forward,
clearly visible through the front of my leotard. I've got quite a
set of nips-thick, pink nubs that extend a half-inch from my
meaty mams when aroused- and figured they might win me a few
points with whoever was going to interview me.

Taking a deep breath, I put on my most plastic smile and
literally bounced up to the front desk, where a young and
beautiful blonde receptionist was holding the fort. "Hi!" I
exclaimed cheerfully. "I'm here to interview for the aerobics
instructor position."

The blonde gave me a sympathetic look and spoke the last words on
earth I wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, but the position has already
been filled."

I felt the color draining from my face. I guess the receptionist
detected the degree of disappointment I was feeling, because she
quickly amended the news with a hopeful, "Why don't you fill out
an application anyway, and we'll give you a call as soon as an
opening comes up?"

I hesitated, feeling completely pessimistic about the situation.
Then I figured it couldn't hurt to leave them my name and number.
"Why not?" I said, taking the application and a pen from the
receptionist and offering her a warm smile.

I was about halfway through the application when an office door
opened behind the receptionist's area and a six-foot work of art
stepped out. He was impressively tanned, and the tiny blue shorts
and tight tank-top he wore exposed parts of a perfectly
sculptured, lightly haired body that made my crotch tingle.

"Can you get Tom Pate on the phone for me, Maria?" he asked the
receptionist in a polite tone of voice. Then, as the blonde began
to dial, the gentleman looked in my direction and smiled. Even
his teeth were perfect!

"Hi, I'm Evan, owner of The Body Center. Are you a new member?"

I smiled back at him and shook my head. "I was here for the
aerobics instructor spot, but Maria told me it's been taken."

Tom's eyes took in the full length of my body, and for a moment
he appeared to be weighing a decision in his head. After a minute
of quiet deliberation, he spoke.

"It has, but quite frankly I'm not crazy about the new girl's
attendance record. Why don't you come into my office and let's
see what we can work out?"

As I followed Tom into his office, Maria announced that she had
the requested party on the line-but not before winking slyly at
me as if to say, "You're in for one helluva time, honey."

The situation immediately became clear. And I didn't doubt for a
moment that Maria's thoughts would be right on the mark.

"Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. This call will only
take a moment," Tom said as he reached across his desk to grab
the phone.

I sat down directly across from him, and as he spoke into the
telephone I couldn't help noticing his long, hairy legs
underneath the desk. It didn't take Tom long to notice my
interest.

As he continued speaking on the phone, he uncrossed his legs and
spread them under the desk. I sucked my breath in sharply as I
saw the bulge that had grown in his shorts. They were cut so high
that I could actually see one of his fat, hairy nuts peeking out
of the thin blue material. A rush of warmth spread between my
legs as I saw his half-hard prick bouncing underneath the shorts.

Finally, he finished his conversation. "Sorry about that," he
said in a kind tone of voice. "I'm not going to bother with any
of that application crap. All I need to know is if you have any
previous teaching experience."

"Yes," I lied, biting my lip.

"Great. Would you mind performing a couple of steps so I can get
an idea of your endurance?"

"Sure," I said in an assured tone. Then I spent the next ten
minutes bouncing around the room and working up a sweat. I outdid
myself, and by the time I was done Tom's attraction to me was
blatantly obvious.

"That's enough, Eve," Tom said, glancing at my application for a
moment to get my name. "You're in amazing shape."

"Thanks," I said, stretching my muscles out and cooling down.

"When can you start?"

"Tomorrow, if you'd like," I smiled, thrilled beyond words.

In a flash, an idea came to mind. I figured Tom wouldn't make a
direct move on me that night. He was probably afraid I'd pull a
sexual harassment suit on him or something. Still, the growing
lump in his shorts didn't lie.

"Ouch!" I cried out suddenly, still bending over and grasping the
back of my left thigh in mock pain.

"What's the matter?" Tom shouted, looking concerned and
practically jumping over his desk to come to my aid.

"I've got a cramp," I said, looking over to that awesome bulge in
his shorts. Then I placed his hand on the back of my thigh. "Can
you massage it out for me?"

"Sure. Come over here to this chair and put your leg up," Tom
instructed.

I didn't realize it was a test until I flat-out failed. Stupidly
displaying my lack of acting talent, I walked over to the
chair-completely forgetting to limp.

"Cramp's gone, huh?" Tom asked slyly.

I felt myself blushing. "How about that massage anyway?" I asked,
flashing him a horny smile.

Tom didn't answer. He simply walked to the door, locked it, and
pulled me off the chair, scooping me up in his arms. "How about
something a little less therapeutic but a lot more satisfying?"

I loved the sound of his deep, resonant voice. Closing my eyes,
our lips met in a passionate kiss. Tom's tongue was impressive in
its exploration of my mouth. Our tongues met and danced together,
moisture to moisture. Then Tom's hands were wandering all over my
body.

"You have a beautiful figure," Tom whispered, rolling aside the
straps of my leotard and pulling it down to my waist.

With a sigh of admiration, Tom lowered his head to my chest and
began to suck on my tits, first one and then the other. He sucked
gently on my nipples, quickly transforming them into long, hard
points. In no time at all, my cunt was soaked and I was ready to
see a little more of what he had to offer.

I pulled his face up gently and lifted his tank-top off his
chest. His body was even more sculpted than I'd imagined. His
stomach muscles were awesomely ridged and cut, and the vast
expanse of his chest was covered with a patch of fine straight
hair that swirled up and around his perfectly shaped pectorals.

With one hand I traced the pattern of his chest hair, and with
the other I began to fondle his basket. His cock was practically
bursting the seam of his shorts by this point, so I decided to
give his dong some fresh air. Grabbing the waistband of his
shorts, I pulled them down.

Then I gasped loudly at what I'd uncovered.

Tom's prick was above-average in the length department-there was
precious little doubt about that- but what shocked the hell out
of me was just how fat his prick was!  Reaching forward, I wasn't
surprised to discover that I couldn't even get my hand completely
around his prick's girth.

"You like?" Tom asked coyly, knowing damn well that any woman on
earth who didn't regularly have sex with large farm animals would
find his prick enormous.

"Absolutely," I whispered, stroking the shaft a bit. "I've never
seen anything like it before."

"Why don't you have a taste, then?" Tom suggested, sitting on the
chair where I'd been sitting and spreading his hairy legs wide
apart.

His graceful fingers trailed along my oversized nipples as I
continued staring at his monumental stalk. I didn't even know if
I'd be able to fit half of his cock in my mouth, much less
deep-throat him!

I reached down and began to lightly tickle Tom's hairy nutsac as
I pondered what to do with that monster piece of meat. I silently
prayed that Tom liked to eat cunt, since I suspected it would
take some serious lubing effort to get that cock inside me
without doing major damage to my precious little cunt.

Then, throwing caution to the wind, I parted my lips and went
down on Tom's meat. As I'd suspected, my mouth was full with just
two inches or so of his meat stuffed into my mouth. Still, it
felt incredible to be so completely full-with so much meat left
to play with!

After a while, I settled into a strict sucking rhythm, using my
hands to jerk the remaining inches of Tom's cock as I mouthed
him. He didn't seem disappointed in the least by the fact that I
couldn't take him in completely. Let's face it, he must've been
used to it by now.

Tom placed his hands behind my head and began to push down
gently, urging me to attempt a couple more inches of cockmeat. To
my surprise and delight, I was able to take some more of that
thick shaft into my mouth!  I was sucking and slurping noisily,
drooling all over Tom's nutsac, but from the sounds both of us
were making, it was quite clear that we were both content.

"Lie down on the floor," Tom said suddenly, pulling my head off
his prick with a loud popping sound.

I wondered for a moment whether he was going to eat me out or
just plug me, but I knew that asking would be somewhat tactless,
so I just crossed my fingers and hoped for the best as I lay down
and Tom spread my legs.

He turned out to be a far more attentive lover than I even hoped.
He spent several delirious minutes kissing around my ankles and
slowly moving up toward my thighs. Once there, his fingers
wandered up and began to explore the area around my mound.

Tom's fingers were incredible, trailing around my cunt lips and
sliding up to rub against my clit before darting back down to
tease my juicy opening. Thankfully, it wasn't long before his
mouth followed his fingers.

My pussy oozed a pint of fresh, pungent juices as Tom's mouth
locked on my cunt lips. I spread my legs as wide as possible and
pressed my hand against the back of his head as his tongue
slithered out of his mouth and into my tight wetness.

As soon as he'd gotten his tongue wedged as deeply as possible
into my clam, he began to groan loudly against my muff. This
action sent a vibrator-like sensation roaring throughout my
crotch. My entire body jolted wildly, and my back raised up off
the floor as I cried out loudly.

"Suck my pussy!" I cried out, mashing Tom's handsome face roughly
against my mound. "Stick that tongue deeper in me!"

Tom smiled at me above my bush, obviously delighted with my
fearless vocal outbursts. Then he went for the gold, jamming a
couple of fingers into my pussy while using his thumb to
manipulate my clit.

A funny thing happened at that moment. Every ounce of fright I'd
experienced regarding the enormous size of Tom's cock suddenly
turned into an overwhelming desire to feel him inside me. I
didn't care how huge that thing was-Tom's expert oral action had
gotten me wetter than I'd ever been before, and the only thing I
wanted in the world was to have that prong tearing me apart.

Gasping in desperation, I pulled Tom by the hair and dragged him
up until his thick shaft was rubbing against my creamy slit. Tom
just rubbed his prickhead around my opening for a while, churning
up some serious juices. Then he pressed in a bit and popped the
head of his dick into my tightness.

"Jesus!" I cried through clenched teeth, feeling a jolt of pain
spreading throughout my lower body.

"Ssshhh," Tom whispered, bending his head down to kiss me and
remaining still for a moment.

As my mouth opened to receive his tongue, Tom pushed another
couple inches of cock into my cunt. By now, my opening had begun
to stretch wide and he slipped in effortlessly. I don't give a
shit about those women who say that size doesn't matter-I'd never
felt so thrillingly stretched or wide open as I did when Tom
plunged the complete length of his huge prick into my slippery
clam.

"Damn, you feel tight," Tom said as his big balls slapped against
my backside.

"Don't you dare stop moving inside me," I grunted, scissoring my
legs around Tom's back.

"Your wish is my command," he replied, pulling back almost all
the way out before driving deep into my pussy again.

Two short, intense orgasms raced through my body as Tom began to
thrust into me savagely, his fat prong making lewd squishing
sounds as it reamed out my honey hole. Tom's cock was a thrusting
blur by this point, his balls pounding roughly against my sweaty
asscheeks as he pumped his way to climax.

Although I couldn't actually see his explosion, I could
nonetheless tell that Tom was a heavy shooter. From the moment he
began to blast off, I could feel his thick cream coating the
walls of my spasming cunt. He didn't stop shooting until his jizz
was literally filling my cunt, several dollops of pearly spunk
dripping back out of me the moment Tom pulled out.

"You're going to be popular around here," Tom panted as he
collapsed beside me. "You still want the job, don't you?"

"Of course!" I laughed. "And if this first impression is any
indication, I think I'll be around for quite some time!"

CHAPTER THREE

The rest of the day passed without incident. After a long, hot
shower that was filled with flashbacks on my experiences with
Grant and Tom, I put on my most comfortable bathrobe and curled
up on the sofa with a spiral notebook, carefully planning out the
aerobics routine I was to introduce at my first class the next
day.

Every now and then, my eyes would dart to the coffee table, where
I'd left the manila envelope containing my divorce papers. Of
course, I was more than a bit curious to examine the documents in
detail, but the idea frankly depressed me. In the end, I promised
myself to put the project off until tomorrow. It would be far
more constructive for me to put all my remaining energy into
composing a top-notch workout that would secure my position as an
instructor at The Body Center.

As soon as I was satisfied with the program, I dragged my
exhausted body into bed and vowed not to rise before noon.
Unfortunately, things didn't work out quite that way.

My ex-husband Fred called a few minutes after nine the following
morning, asking if I'd gotten the papers yet. When I told him I
had, he asked when I would be signing them and seemed to be
pressing for an exact date. His apparent rush irked and baffled
me-up to this point, he had been almost hesitant about the
divorce, and I couldn't help wondering what had caused this
change in him.

I bounded over to the coffee table as soon as I hung up with
Fred, figuring that something in the papers might give me a clue
to the douche bag's sudden about-face. It only took about five
minutes for the pieces to fit together. The answer was right
there on page three of the document, blatantly staring me in the
face.

The bastard was trying to cut my monthly allowance in half!

I dialed Grants number with trembling fingers, filled with anger
and feelings of betrayal. How could my lawyer have allowed this
to slip through? Surely he must have read the papers before
giving them to me!

I let loose as soon as he picked up the phone. "You scumbag, you
crooked bastard, how could you do this to me? I think it's time I
looked for another law ... "

"Before you continue, Eve," Grant interrupted calmly, "hear me
out for a minute ... "

By the time Grant was done speaking, I realized what was going
on. And you know what? I was even more excited. Fred has always
proudly considered himself a sly sonofabitch, and this situation
was certainly no exception. My ex-husband seemed to think that he
was going to pull one over on me-and without Grant's assistance,
he probably would've succeeded.

Little did Fred know that he was going to suffer dearly for this
one. "Pay a little visit to the summer home right now, Eve,"
Grant assured me. "You'll find all the proof you need right
there. We'll speak in detail when I pick you up for the party
tomorrow night. I'm not much for discussing these unscrupulous
maneuvers over the telephone."

Five minutes after hanging up with Grant, I was dressed and out
the door, heading for what used to be the summer home I shared
with Fred.

Since Grant had all but assured me that Fred wouldn't be at the
house alone, I conveniently let myself in with the set of keys
I'd conveniently kept after our breakup. It didn't take long to
realize that Fred was indeed entertaining company.

My ex-husband has always been a most vocal person during
sex-which was honestly the only thing I missed about him. From
the living room, I could hear his loud groans and exclamations as
his partner worked him over.

Luckily, I knew the layout of the bedroom and I didn't hesitate
to scamper up to the bedroom door where I could watch them-the
bed was in the middle of the room, and since Fred was currently
eating his partner out from behind, I knew neither of them would
see me.

Grant had done an amazing job-this Sabrina woman, who was
currently enjoying Fred's expert tongue, was downright gorgeous.
In fact, she looked a bit like me!  Dark brown hair, a modest set
of tits, and a flawless figure-in other words, exactly Fred's
type of girl.

I could see Sabrina's widespread labia when Fred pulled his face
from her slit to finger her cunt for a while. She had a beautiful
pussy, pink and glistening with thick juices. Fred's finger
disappeared into her tight clam, and then another followed soon
after.

I sighed deeply when I got a glimpse of Fred's big dick. The
bastard certainly knew how to use it, and I was definitely
planning to stick around for the show!

My ex began to stroke his long shaft as his face went back to
work on Sabrina's slimy pussy. Unable to watch without tending to
my own spreading wetness, I dug a hand into my shorts and began
to finger my clit.

Sabrina began to cry out loudly then, and I knew she was cumming.
"Oh, Fred!  That tongue is amazing!"

If I didn't know from firsthand experience just how good that
tongue of my ex's was, I might've suspected that Sabrina was
exaggerating-especially considering her mission here. But even an
Oscar-caliber actress couldn't have faked the climax that took
over her quivering clam at that moment.

Fred pulled himself up straight on his knees then, spread
Sabrina's shapely asscheeks and drove that prong of his deep into
her snatch. I stifled a gasp of pleasure as two of my own fingers
dug deep into my hole, churning around and spreading my walls
wide.

In no time at all, Fred was banging Sabrina savagely, holding
onto her hips for balance as his prong speared her puss with
vigor. I watched in envy as that thick shaft of his slipped in
and out of her hole, swelling more with each thrust.

My fingers were working furiously on my clit as I looked on, and
to my delight both Sabrina and I climaxed simultaneously just
moments later. I was about to pull my hand out of my pants when
Sabrina popped Fred's cock out of her cunt and seemed to be
making herself more comfortable on the bed. What was going to
happen next?

I was surprised to see Fred bending his head toward Sabrina's
cunt again. Then I was even more surprised when his head didn't
dip down quite as far as I expected it to.

He'd begun to eat Sabrina's ass!

My eyes bulged and my cunt immediately flushed again with a fresh
flow of cream. That was one thing Fred and I had never done, and
I assumed Sabrina had initiated Fred into anal play as part of
her seduction. Whatever the case, it looked damn hot!

Fred slurped noisily on Sabrina's asshole, darting his tongue
deep into her bung while manipulating her clit with his thumb.
Then he slipped one of his fat fingers deep into her chute. Since
he still hadn't climaxed, Fred's prick was achingly stiff and it
bobbed in the air as he worked on relaxing Sabrina's butthole.

Not wanting to be left out of the anal action, I shrugged my
shorts down a bit and smeared some spit on my index finger. Then
I gently eased it into my own tight virgin butthole.

"Do it, Fred!" Sabrina shouted out then. "Stick it in my
asshole!"

I resisted the urge to shout along with her and bit my lip as my
ex pulled his fat shaft up and positioned it against Sabrina's
-crinkled, pink ass opening.

The more Fred pushed into Sabrina's clenching asshole, the deeper
I pushed my finger into my own asshole. This was obviously not
Sabrina's first buttfuck, because the girls asshole loosened up
and took in the entire length of Fred's fat shaft with ease.

What turned me on even more than the sight of Fred's tight butt
cheeks clenching as he drove in and out of Sabrina's ass was the
lewd sounds that his penetration was causing. Squishes and
slapping noises filled the room as Sabrina grunted and groaned.
Fred was keeping a tight hold of her shoulders as he worked his
shaft around her anus. From the sounds he was making, I knew it
wouldn't be long before he shot off into her butt.

I was right. Sabrina vocally encouraged Fred as he pounded into
her, talking dirty and begging him to fill her ass with his
spunk. She got her wish just moments later as Fred let out a loud
groan and slammed her ass one last time, his hairy asscheeks
quivering as his balls dumped their load.

I quickly pulled my fingers out of my ass and cunt as Sabrina
stood up and began to get dressed without saying a word. It was
obvious that this was no love affair between Sabrina and Fred.
Once their orgasms had faded, she became strangely detached-
almost like a hooker.

Then I remembered why she was there.

I realized it was time to make a quick exit-before either of them
discovered me. Then I saw Sabrina heading in my direction and
knew I'd waited too long. I had no idea she'd be skipping out so
soon.

The closest room to where I'd been standing was a bathroom that
was located right next to the bedroom. Without wasting any more
time, I raced in there and quietly closed the door behind myself.

I heard Fred walking Sabrina to the door, and then, as I plotted
my next move, I realized that I'd made an even bigger mistake. Of
course he'd surely head for the bathroom for a rinse-off after a
session of butt-fucking!

My only hope of remaining unseen was the bath stall, which was
thankfully enclosed by glass doors. I quickly hopped in and lay
down on the cold ceramic floor of the tub. A moment later, Fred
entered the bathroom and I could hear him washing up in the sink.

Everything would have worked out fine if Mother Nature hadn't
played a cruel joke on me. Simply put, I suddenly sneezed.
Loudly.

Fred let out a little yelp of surprise and shut the water off.
Then he called out. "Is there anyone there?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that Fred would assume he was
hearing things. No such luck. I heard the glass door sliding, and
then I looked up and saw Fred's soft cock hanging over my face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked angrily, his face
flushing.

"You're trying to cut my alimony in half, Fred," I said, still
not moving from the tub floor and speaking as if we had this kind
of scene every day.

"So you came and sat in the tub to talk it over with me, right?"
he asked sarcastically with an annoying smirk on his face.

"Wrong. I came her to talk to you, but then I saw that little
slut you were with."

"You obviously weren't in much of a rush to leave if you stayed
until she left. In fact, I'll bet you just stood there and
watched us!" He didn't sound angry. And for a moment, I detected
the tone of voice Fred used to use when he was horny. Looking up
to his prick, I saw that he was getting hard again-already!

I've never been a good liar. "Well, I found it ... interesting,"
I said, not taking my eyes off his hardening prick.

"Interesting?" Fred questioned, raising an eyebrow. "In all
honesty," he continued, grabbing a hold of his cock and stroking
it briefly, "I thought it was rather hot. I never did get to fuck
your ass, you know."

Against my better instincts, I found myself becoming aroused. I
hadn't seen Fred's prick that hard in years. "That's true," I
said with a slightly shaky voice, "but it's a little too late for
that now, isn't it?"

"Only if you say so," Fred whispered, slipping his foreskin up
until it covered his fat cockhead. "Come on, Eve. Just once more
... for old time's sake."

He was speaking in that horny tone of voice again. He knew I
wouldn't be able to resist it. Without saying a word, I tugged on
his prick and motioned for him to join me in the tub. Better
there than on the bed, where he'd just fucked Sabrina.

I struggled out of my own clothes as my ex-husband slipped out of
his. His body looked better than I'd ever seen it. The presence
of some seriously defined muscles pointed to the fact that he'd
been working out lately. No doubt to chase a bunch of women
twenty years his junior.

"Jesus, your body looks as good as ever," Fred murmured as he
stepped into the tub, his thick shaft swaying invitingly just
above my face.

"Save the compliments for your little girlfriends," I responded
dryly. Let's face it-I was going to make it with the guy, but
that didn't mean I still liked him.

A moment later, my mouth was filled with the familiar thickness
of the man I'd married twelve years ago. Fred had a contented
smile on his face as he slid his thickness to the back of my
throat and I began to apply oral pressure on his shaft. He once
told me that his favorite sight in the world was watching my lips
wrap around his cock and hearing me slurping on his shaft.

I reached up and began to feel around the surface of Fred's new
muscles as I sucked his dick. His body was incredibly firm now,
his incipient pot belly a thing of the past. As I began to tickle
his balls, I found myself wondering if it was at all possible
that Fred had changed emotionally, as well.

"I want to fuck your ass, Eve," Fred whispered lustily. "Please,
let me do it."

"I'd like that," I admitted, "but I'll need a little warming up
first."

"You haven't done it yet?" he asked, looking honestly surprised.

"Nope."

"Well, I thought that with your new boyfriends and all ... "

I didn't let him finish. I knew he was just trying to get me to
tell him who I'd been with since we broke up, but it was none of
his business. "Eat my pussy, Fred. I want to feel your tongue
there."

That last comment was a test for Fred. While we were married, he
always tried to avoid eating me out. Now that I had the upper
hand, I wanted to see if he'd back out this time.

He didn't. Without saying a word, Fred pushed be back a bit in
the tub and spread my legs, burying his face between my knees. A
second later, I felt his hot tongue digging into my crack, his
cool breath rasping against my cunt hole. I closed my eyes and
shuddered as Fred's mouth began to suck all over my sloppy slit.

His tongue soon began to work in a jackhammer motion around my
clit, jabbing my nub repeatedly as his fingers dug into my
clasping hole. A delicious climax roared throughout my mound as
Fred's oral intensity grew by the minute. And although he wasn't
orgasming himself, Fred was growing more aroused by the second.

"Cum, Eve," he panted as his tongue darted out against my raging
clit. "Cum all over my mouth."

The moment my body stopped spasming, Fred pulled my legs up even
higher and mashed his sticky face against my crinkled butthole. A
cry shot out of my lips and rang throughout the echoing walls of
the bathtub as Fred's tongue licked along the length of my virgin
asshole.

For a while there I actually felt dizzy and light-headed, so
intense was the pleasure that Fred's tongue was bringing my
asshole. I'd never been licked there before, but I remember
thinking that if a cock felt as good down there as a tongue did,
this certainly wouldn't be the last time I'd get butt fucked!

A minute later, Fred returned his mouth to my drenched slit and
began to wriggle a finger against my asshole. I froze for a
moment when the finger actually popped into me, so shocked by the
feeling of a finger in my ass that wasn't my own, and so
delighted by how wonderful it felt.

Before long, Fred was finger-fucking my ass with ease. His eyes
were dancing with erotic delight when he noticed how much I loved
the feeling, and when he slipped a second finger into my tight
bung I was finally convinced that anal sex was going to become an
important part of my sexual repertory.

Fred's prick was raging all on its own for the second time that
day, and I didn't waste any time deciding to put it to work. "I'm
ready," I said in a tiny, breathless voice. "Let's do it."

My ex-husband smiled and pulled his fingers out of my asshole.
"You know, your first time will be easier if you get on your
knees."

I was so desperate to feel that prick in my asshole that I Eve
stood on my head if he'd asked. Moving quickly, I swung around in
the spacious tub and got on all fours, pushing my ass back
invitingly.

The next thing I felt was Fred's thick dong pressing against my
ass opening. The bathroom fell strangely silent then, and you
could cut the tension in that tub with a knife. Slowly, very
slowly, Fred began to press his cockhead into my steaming ass
chute. I couldn't believe this was actually happening!

With a soft grunt, Fred buried his prickhead in my rectum. I felt
a strange burning sensation for a few seconds, and then my
asshole began to clamp around his shaft, hungry for some more
meat.

"Are you okay?" he asked, keeping still and caressing my breasts
gently.

"Give me some more," I pleaded in a soft voice, pushing back
against his stiff prick.

I breathed in deeply, and then I felt Fred pushing into my heat,
spreading my anal walls and filling me with his thick shaft. It
felt so good that I couldn't believe he was actually inside my
ass.

"Are you enjoying it?" Fred asked sincerely.

"Oh yeah," I assured him with a husky laugh. "Fuck my ass now,
Fred."

Little by little, Fred picked up the pace until he was fucking my
ass hard and with a strict rhythm, his hands clamped firmly
around my tits and his prick reaming my anus out savagely.

Soon, we were both covered in sweat, and just when I began to
wonder whether I should masturbate myself to climax, it happened
all by itself. I was blown away by this turn of events-how could
this happen without anything rubbing against my clit?

'I'm ... I'm ... cumming!" I said, gasping wildly and slamming
back against Fred's thrusting prick.

"I'm right behind you, baby," Fred said, pumping his prick into
my overstretched asshole and driving in to the hilt one last time
before shooting off and coating my ass with a rich load that
actually burned as it filled me.

When we were done Fred and I lay together in the tub, panting
loudly but saying nothing. Neither of us could believe what had
just happened.

"What exactly does this mean?" I asked, sounding just as confused
as I felt.

"It means that we certainly didn't break up because of sexual
incompatibilities," he said, kissing me on the forehead.

I was completely thrown off. I had never seen Fred acting so
affectionate before-not even during the twelve years we'd shared.
"You know," I began in a soft voice, "I really did come here to
talk to you about the settlement."

"I believe you," he said. "But there really isn't anything to
talk about. The settlement had nothing to do with what just
happened here. Let's face it, Eve. You and I know damn well that
you don't really need that much money every month." His voice had
changed again suddenly.

So much for Fred's changes for the better. After everything, he
turned out to be the same bastard I'd walked away from. Why
bother to stick around and fight with the jerk?

"Hey ... where are you going?" my ex-husband asked, shocked by my
sudden angry leap out of the bathtub.

"I'm going home," I snapped as I pulled on my clothes. "You can
discuss the settlement situation with my lawyer. I won't waste
any time discussing this with you. Grant's getting paid more than
enough to deal with this shit."

"Are you paying him to deal with you, too?" Fred shot back
nastily.

I wondered where he'd gotten the tip about Grant and me, but I
didn't care enough to stick around. After checking my hair in the
mirror one last time, I turned around and spat out my parting
words to the man I never wanted to see again.

"Goodbye, Fred. Enjoy Sabrina. I'm sure she'll give you exactly
what you need."

"How'd you know her name?" he asked, his eyes bulging.

I didn't answer that. Instead, I laughed all the way to my car.

CHAPTER FOUR

I learned something very important about myself that day of my
final encounter with Fred. I realized that I'm at my best when
I'm angry.

I arrived at The Body Center nearly a half-hour early for my
first class and spent much of the time warming up so that I
wouldn't run out of energy halfway through the class.

Tom popped into the instructor's lounge as I was downing some
mineral water right before class. He headed over in my direction
with a warm smile on his face. "Hi, Eve. Are you ready to take on
your first set of students?"

I smiled nervously and found my eyes wandering toward his crotch.
Today's shorts were just as tiny, but these were a bright orange
color. His crotch looked even bigger than it had yesterday. "Sure
am, Tom. Thanks. I just hope I'll perform up to expectations."

"Oh, I get the feeling you'll be surpassing all expectations
around here," he responded, ending the comment with a sexy wink.

After leaving the lounge, I headed for my appointed classroom and
took a deep breath before opening the door. Once I looked inside,
I was instantly relieved and knew the rest of the class would be
a snap.

There were about a dozen people in the room. All but two of the
students were women, and both men attending looked as if they'd
been snacking on Hershey bars constantly for the last ten
years-pot bellies and flab pretty much summed up their physiques.

Popping my tape into the radio, I put on my perkiest smile and
began to shout out instructions. It took all of my will power not
to laugh at the two dudes trying to keep up with my fast-paced
routine, but I managed to maintain my professionalism.

To coin a phrase, the shit hit the fan the moment two latecomers
stormed into the class. The fact that they were both male wasn't
the worst part, and I could deal with the fact that they were
both bulging with muscles and devastatingly handsome.

But the dudes were identical twins, to boot!

Allow me to explain. I've been having fantasies about making it
with twins ever since I could remember, and the moment those
matching studs joined in and proceeded to give me a run for my
aerobic money, I lost my concentration and had the damndest time
keeping the routine going. All I could do was stare at the twins
and imagine them having their way with me. Not surprisingly, I
felt myself getting wet as I spread my legs and pumped them to
the beat of the music, watching my two favorite students
following along.

All things considered, everything turned out okay. And at the end
of the class, my twin students even stayed behind after everyone
else had left. Before I could ask them if they were planning to
stay around for my next class, which was scheduled to begin in an
hour, they introduced themselves.

"Hi, Eve, I'm Brian," said the taller of the two men. It was the
only way I could tell them apart.

"And I'm Ryan," continued the shorter one.

"We just wanted to apologize for disrupting your class by showing
up late. We could tell that your concentration was thrown off."

Both men were covered with a sheen of sweat that looked
incredible on their sculpted physiques. "No problem, guys," I
said, trying to keep my cool. "This was my first class, so I was
just a bit edgy as it was."

"You kept an eye on us most of the time," Ryan said, his hand
trailing across his bulging pecs. "Were we doing something
wrong?"

I felt my pulse racing. "Not at all," I replied calmly. "As a
matter of fact, I was rather enjoying myself watching the two of
you."

Brian smiled at his brother before he spoke. "So Ryan was right
when he told me we'd caused that stain, too?"

Before I could ask him what stain he was talking about, Brian
stepped forward and cupped my steaming crotch. A shiver of
excitement coursed throughout my body, and I didn't even think
twice about what I knew was going to happen.

"Run and lock the door, Ryan, would you?" I asked sweetly as his
brother's hand poked deeper into my sopping leotard crotch.

By the time Ryan got back from his mission, Brian and I were
locked in a tight clutch, kissing passionately and feeling each
other up hungrily. I'd never felt a body so heavily muscled as
Ryan's, and from the size of the lump that was rapidly growing in
his tight bicycle shorts, it seemed as if his cock was bound to
be as big ass the rest of him.

Brian came up behind me as I felt his brother up and began to
press his strong hips against my shapely ass. His prick was
already rock hard, throbbing hotly against my butt cheeks as
Ryan's finger pressed as far as possible into my cunt. Since
having a yard of Lycra stuffed into my pussy isn't exactly my
speed, I rolled down the straps of my leotard and motioned behind
myself for Brian to take over.

Thank goodness, Brian got the hint and proceeded to undress me.
Not wanting to be the only naked person in the room, I tugged on
Aryans bicycle shorts until his stiff prick popped out, thick and
bright red.

After stroking his meat for a moment as we kissed, Brian pulled
me down from behind and got me on my knees. Since my face was now
directly in front of Ryan's beautiful prick, what else was a girl
to do?

I hissed in ecstasy as Brian's tongue probed between my legs
until he was licking my pussy from behind. Then I opened my mouth
as wide as I could and sucked in half of Ryan's prong.

Minutes later, we were all groaning with delight, Ryan grabbing
the back of my head and rhythmically pumping his thick shaft
between my lips as his brother's mouth sucked hard on my slippery
slit. Just as I felt a tremendous climax rumbling in my crotch,
Brian gave me a most delicious surprise.

I was sucking hard on Ryan's throbbing shaft as my cunt began to
spasm wildly. Then, suddenly, Brian pushed in from behind and
slipped his huge prick into my pussy. I immediately began to cry
out with pleasure as his tool spread me wide and he started to
pump in and out of my cooze savagely, his prong making lewd
squishing sounds as his balls slapped me hard with each thrust.

Less than a minute after my orgasm had subsided, Brian pulled out
of my pussy and stood up, watching me deep-throat his brothers
prick. "Are you into double-fucks?" he asked hornily, slowly
stroking his cream-coated shaft.

I was about to ask him exactly what he meant, and then the light
finally dawned. I'd honestly never thought about it before, but
the idea seemed a perfect way to enjoy my newfound love of anal
sex while simultaneously fulfilling my seemingly constant need to
have my pussy stuffed full.

"Sure," I finally responded, popping my mouth off Ryan's cock.
"Let's do it!"

Brian got down on his back and pulled me over to him. Within
seconds, my cunt was again filled with his deliciously fat prick.
I forgot about Ryan for a moment and just enjoyed riding Brian's
prong.

"Your cunt feels amazing, Eve," Brian gasped before calling over
to his brother. "You're going to have one hellvua time with that
asshole, Ryan!"

Ryan stroked his prick a few times and smiled lewdly before
walking around and falling to his knees behind me. Then, as I
moved up and down on his brother's cream-coated shaft, Ryan stuck
his tongue between my sweaty asscheeks and began to rim my
butthole.

I'd never felt that sensation while being plugged up front with a
prick, and that tongue felt so damn good up my ass that I began
to pant like a wild animal as Ryan spit all over my anal opening
in preparation of his penetration.

A few minutes later, Ryan pulled his tongue out of my asschute
and replaced it with one of his thick fingers. This was the first
indication I had of what it would feel like to be double-plugged,
and the pleasure was overwhelming.

I found myself cumming madly the moment Ryan pressed his
prickhead against my tender pink butthole and began to press in.
Luckily for me, he'd left my asshole dripping with plenty of
spit, so I really didn't feel any pain at all when his bulbous
cockhead popped into my asshole.

"Jesus!" Ryan cried out as soon as he'd slipped in. "It feels
like your ass is gonna tear my cock off, its so tight!"

Brian pulled almost all the way out of my pussy and allowed his
brother's prick to take possession of my asshole. Inch by inch,
Ryan forcefully pressed in until his entire stalk was firmly
buried to the hilt.

I actually felt a bit dizzy, so intense was the pleasure that
Ryan's dick was bringing my asshole. Before long, he was stroking
in and out of my clenching rectum with deep thrusts, filling me
to the max as his balls slapped loudly against my asscheeks.

"Are you ready for both of us yet?" Brian asked then, still
stroking his prick while watching his brother and I going at it.
He sounded more than a bit anxious.

"Absolutely," I replied breathlessly. "Put that prick back in my
cunt, stud."

My eyes bulged and it felt as if all the air was being sucked out
of my lungs as Brian pressed his cock back into my pussy. I felt
my muscles stretching to their limit by those two thick shafts-as
one slipped out of my ass, the other would slam in to fill my
cunt.

Soon, we had agreed on a rhythm and were all bathed in sweat and
crying out to each other.

"Fuck my ass!  Plug my cunt!  Oh, yes ... I'm gonna cum again!"

"Pull out of her cunt for a moment so I can bang her butt real
hard!"

"Wrap those cunt lips around my prick, Eve. Suck me with your
pussy!"

Three orgasms later, we fell into a tangled mass of flesh on the
padded floor of the gym. As I struggled to catch my breath, I
stared at Brian and Ryan's pumped bodies as their heavy loads
drooled out of my cunt and ass. I felt so stuffed with cum that I
wondered if I was going to drip when I stood up!

"I hate to break this up, guys," I said, pulling on my leotard,
"but I've got another class in about half an hour, and I think a
shower is in order beforehand. Don't you agree?

After dressing, Brian and Ryan left the gym-but not before
promising to attend my class faithfully in the future.

As soon as they were gone, I raced down to the shower room for a
quick hose down before warming up for my next class. When I got
there, I could only see one other person in the large stall.

Having already related several of my less discreet encounters
with you, you might be surprised to hear that I was somewhat put
off the first time I saw the gyms shower facilities. Frankly, it
looked like a prison shower-one huge stall with a dozen shower
heads, no kind of partitions whatsoever.

So much for privacy.

It wasn't until I'd stepped completely into the stall that I
realized who was in there. It was Maria, Tom's secretary up at
the front desk.

Although I had noticed how lovely the girl was the first time I
met her, seeing Maria standing naked in that stall quite simply
took my breath away. Her full breasts were pebbled with droplets
of water, her nipples firm and jutting out proudly. She had an
incredible figure-wide hips that sloped down to a pair of firm,
well-shaped legs. Her pubic patch was dark and dense, wildly
inviting.

I should explain that although I'd wondered what it would be like
to make love to a woman for many years, I never pursued the
matter until the week after Freddy and I parted ways. Lana, a
gorgeous waitress at a diner I frequent from time to time, showed
me the joys of woman-to-woman love tenderly and expertly. Since
that little fling, though, the occasion hadn't yet presented
itself again.

A butterfly fluttered in my tummy as I undressed by the lockers.
Something told me that it was going to happen a second time
today.

Completely naked, a towel draped over my shoulder, I stepped into
the shower. Maria hadn't seen me approaching, and as a result I
scared the hell out of her when I entered the large stall.

"Sorry," I offered sweetly.

"Oh, don't worry about it," she replied, smiling.

I noticed that Maria's face was flushed a bright red and her
crotch was thoroughly soaped up at this point, but the rest of
her shapely body was just wet.

After putting two and two together, I grabbed a bar of soap and
began to lather up seductively. I could see Maria watching me
through the corner of her eye from time to time.

"So, how was your little meeting with Tom yesterday?" she asked,
her eyebrow raising with interest.

I smiled lewdly and ran my hand through my mound as I answered.
"Fabulous. He's one helluva boss."

"I knew you'd have a good time," Maria said, reaching for her own
soap and lathering up.

For a moment, the two of us just stood under the hot water and
washed quietly. It was obvious that neither of us knew what to
say next. Then, Maria's hand jerked between her legs and she let
out a loud, throaty groan.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking over to where her hand was still
buried in her twat.

"Yeah. It's just that I sometimes get so hot when I wash down
there, you know?"

I grinned and soaped between my legs more vigorously. "Oh yes. I
know exactly what you mean. Actually, I'm feeling pretty hot
myself, but I just assumed it was the temperature of the water."

Maria reached out then and slipped a soap-covered hand between my
legs. Every nerve ending in my crotch tingled as her slippery
fingers massaged my slit. "Its not the water, honey."

I only worried about someone bursting into the locker room and
catching us for about five seconds. Then Maria grabbed me into
her arms and slipped her tongue into my mouth, her pert tits
rubbing against my own hefty mams. I closed my eyes and grabbed
Marias hips, grinding my hips into her thick, wet bush.

Before long, we were both fingering each other feverishly, our
moans of lust echoing loudly against the ceramic tile walls of
the shower stall. "Eat my pussy," I found myself saying as I
pulled Marias head down toward my crotch.

She didn't hesitate for a second, falling to her knees on the wet
floor and mashing her face up into my slit as the steaming water
cascaded over our bodies. An intense mini-cum exploded deep in my
cunt the second I felt Marias tongue digging into my clam.

"Damn, you taste delicious," Maria murmured, showering my mound
with soft kisses before slipping her tongue into my creamy hole
again.

After a few minutes of Maria's expert oral action, I felt so
wobbly at the knees that I couldn't stand any longer. The moment
I slid to the shower floor and spread my legs wide, Maria twirled
around above me and maneuvered us into a sixty-nine position.

I cried out sharply as Maria's mouth began to suck gently on my
rock hard clit and then looked up to examine the beauty of her
juicy gash. It was swollen with desire and flushed a deep red,
her lips slightly parted to expose a tiny hole.

Grabbing a hold of her hips, I lifted my head a bit and thrust my
tongue deep into Maria's clam. Her creams were deliciously sweet,
and as I began to suck hard on her labia I saw Maria's asscheeks
quivering above me and knew she was cumming.

As she came, Maria groaned loudly against my clit, sending wild
vibrations throughout my crotch. Wanting to make her climax as
satisfying as possible, I stuffed a couple of fingers deep into
her gash and moved up a bit to suck on her swollen nub.

This move seemed to send Maria off into orbit. For several
minutes the two of us shouted, shook and spasmed through more
than a couple of climaxes before collapsing side-by-side on the
shower floor.

When I could breathe again, I spoke a thought that had been on my
mind for a while now. "I wonder if the hot water is going to run
out."

Maria giggled. "I don't know about you, but my skin is wrinkling
up so much from all this water than I'm beginning to look like a
prune!"

Finally, we helped each other up and rinsed off before heading to
the lockers to dress. The moment I saw Maria strapping on her
watch, I remembered about my next class and asked her for the
time.

As it turned out, I had about five minutes to spare before the
next class was to begin. I dressed hurriedly and apologized to
Maria for being in such a rush.

"Don't worry about it," she said sweetly. "I'm sure we'll have
plenty of time to get to know each other better. I can't tell you
how glad I am that Tom got rid of Sabrina and gave you the job."

I felt my eyes grow wide. Could it be the same Sabrina?

After inquiring a bit about Sabrina's physical appearance, I
realized it was indeed Grant's spy who had just been fired to
make room for me. I immediately felt guilty about the situation,
especially when Maria told me why she'd been let go.

"She was always missing night classes," Maria explained. "She
told Tom she'd been working on some kind of freelance project and
needed more free time."

So Sabrina had gotten canned because she was taking time to
seduce Freddy for Grant and I. Before heading back to my gym
classroom, I made a mental note to be sure that the girl was well
compensated for her troubles once the dirty deed was done.

CHAPTER FIVE

My next couples of classes went even better than I could've
hoped. My routine got stronger and stronger, and I could tell
that my students were earning some serious respect for me.

The following evening, I had just enough time after my last class
to race home and grab a shower before dressing for the party I
was going to with Grant. He was, as usual, as punctual as could
be. My clock read two minutes to nine when the doorbell rang.

Grant was even friskier than usual that night. He put his wine
glass down as I was spraying some perfume on my neck and grabbed
me from behind, pressing his lower body against my ass.

"Where'd that come from?" I asked jokingly when I felt his stiff
prick bulging through his trousers.

"Watching you," he replied, trailing his tongue along the nape of
my neck. "Let me fuck you before we leave."

"Are you kidding? I'll have to shower all over again before we
leave. By the way, am I overdressed for this party?" I'd noticed
that Grant had donned a pair of knit slacks and a casual sport
shirt for the occasion.

"Yes, you are," he murmured, cupping his hands over my tits and
fondling them through the bodice of my frilly dress.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I whined, wondering what I
should change into.

"It's not what you think," he said softly. He'd just popped one
of my tits out of the dress when he dropped the bomb. "Actually,
the party we're going to is really an orgy."

I dropped the bottle of cologne I'd been spraying and twirled
around to see if he'd been lying. "You've gotta be kidding!"

"Take it easy, Eve," Grant said reassuringly. "There's a reason
why we're going there."

"And it'd damn well better be a good one," I remarked.

"The orgy's at Sabrina's house," he said simply. "We need to meet
with her and work out the details of how we're going to fix
Freddy. What better way to mix business and pleasure?"

Who the hell was I to argue with the salacious mind of a
perpetually hard lawyer? Besides, I rationalized, one of the best
things about being free was the ability to experience new
pleasures. There was only one concern left to be calmed.
"Freddy's not going to be there, is he?"

"Absolutely not. Sabrina invited him, but he got all squeamish at
the thought of screwing in front of a bunch of strangers."

I smiled. So Mister Liberated was still a pussy at heart. "Well,
then, keep your hard-on in your pants and let's save our energy
up for the main event, eh?" I dashed into my bedroom and returned
wearing a slinky, low-cut black minidress.

"That's my girl," Grant beamed the moment he saw me. "Let's go
get laid."

"Absolutely!" I responded.

I must tell you that of all the new experiences I'd tried after
separating from Freddy, nothing came close to the excitement I
felt during that fuckfest. The heat was on from the moment we
rang the doorbell.

Sabrina herself answered the bell, completely naked. Her thighs
were sticky with what looked like a mixture of cunt juice and
dried jizz. "Grant!" she exclaimed as soon as she saw him. "Come
on in. And you must be Eve?"

I nodded. "Guilty."

"We've got a lot of talking to do, girl-but not right now. I'm in
the middle of a very heavy number at the moment. Why don't the
two of you get your clothes off in the bedroom and have some fun?
We'll catch up when there's a break in the action."

We watched as Sabrina locked the door behind us and bounced back
into the living room, where a tall, thick-dicked black stud was
waiting patiently for her return.

"Amazing, huh?" Grant asked as he saw me scanning the crowd.

"I'd say," I muttered, feeling an excitement that words couldn't
begin to describe.

The living room was packed with about two dozen men and women,
most of them engaged in some kind of sex act. I think the sounds
coming out of that room turned me on even more than the
sights-I'd never heard so many sexual groans, grunts and squishes
before in my life.

Everyone was completely oblivious to the fact that they weren't
alone. I watched in awe as faces twisted with pleasure, as cocks
squirted in orgasm, and as cunts dripped with creams. After a few
minutes of watching, I felt so horny that I thought I'd go crazy
if I didn't get some action for myself soon..

"Let's get out of these clothes," I muttered, leading Grant to
the bedroom.

The sights had excited Grant just as much, I realized. The moment
he slipped down his pants, his rock hard, undipped prick bounced
into view.

Once we were both naked, we agreed it would be best for each of
us to cruise the room on our own at first. To get the feel of
things, so to speak. I bent down and kissed the head of Grant's
stiff cock. "Have fun, big guy," I said before heading out to the
living room.

Heads turned and looked my way as I entered the sexual arena that
doubled as Sabrina's living room. I felt completely desirable and
insanely horny as I was checked out by each partygoer. As I
passed Sabrina and her black stud, I looked down and watched that
thick piece of ebony meat plowing into Sabrina's pink twat crack.

"Looks hot, doesn't it?" someone said behind me.

Turning around, I saw a gorgeous younger guy-no more than twenty
years old-standing directly behind me, his long prick standing
straight up at attention. His chest was covered with swirls of
thick, black hair, and his deep blue eyes burned holes all over
my body.

"I'm Stan," he said, holding out his hand for a shake.

Given the circumstances of our introduction, I felt something a
bit more personal was in order. So, I reached out, grabbed a hold
of his prick, and shook that instead. "Eve. Pleased to meet you,"
I said, stroking his pole.

"Wanna try it?" Stan asked, motioning over to Sabrina.

"Not before I get a taste of it," I replied, falling to my knees
on the thick carpet of Sabrina's living room and bringing his
swollen cockhead to my lips.

Opening my mouth, I took the shaft of Stan's cock into my warmth
and slid my lips along his length. Instantly, I detected a faint
taste of cunt on his dick, and that turned me on even more. I
found myself wondering whose pussy he'd been fucking before
offering me his meat.

Stan was fucking my hot mouth in a strict rhythm when I felt a
hand sliding up under my butt. Pulling my mouth off his pole for
a moment, I looked back to see a busty redhead fingering my
pussy.

"I'm Angie," she smiled, slipping a finger into my clenching
pussy. "Do you mind?"

"Hell, no!" I smiled, then went back to work on Stan's dong.

Angie eventually pulled me up onto my knees and began to eat my
cunt out from behind as I slobbered all over Stan's prick and
balls. She was making some incredible sounds against my pussy as
she sucked away, and a moment later I looked back again and
noticed that a muscular blond hunk had slipped into her from
behind as she sucked me out.

Stan's cock exploded suddenly in my mouth, his thick, rich creams
sliding easily down my throat. Actually, I was a bit disappointed
that he'd climaxed so soon-but then I remembered that the
possibilities at this party for getting off were virtually
limitless, so it wasn't really a big deal.

A minute later, just as Angie's mouth was stirring up a climax in
my crotch, Sabrina approached me. She'd obviously finished off
her black lover.

"Let's go into the bedroom and talk a little, huh?"

"Just a sec, Sabrina ... I'm ... going to ...

Sabrina watched with a huge smile on her face as I shook through
a delicious climax. After thanking Angie and leaving her to the
blond stud's pole, I followed Sabrina to her huge bedroom, which
was just about the only room in the apartment that wasn't filled
with fucking couples.

"What about Grant?" I asked as Sabrina locked the door behind us.

"He doesn't need to be in on this. Everything's up to us at this
point. We can fill him in on our plan later. Besides, he's got
his hands full in the kitchen with a couple of blonde bimbos from
the Valley. Here, have a seat."

I sat next to Sabrina on the bed and wondered where to start.
Thankfully, she saved me the trouble.

"So, the bastard's trying to screw you out of half the money,
huh?"

I nodded soberly, suddenly noticing the beauty of Sabrina's body.
"There's nothing we can do at this point to get him to change his
mind about the monthly alimony, so I figure the only way to get
back at the fucker is to hit him where it hurts."

"And where would that be?" Sabrina said, her voice suddenly
turning very seductive.

"Being the flashy bastard that he is, Freddy's got a collection
of gold jewelry that I assume he uses now to get pussy. You know,
watches, chains, rings ... that kind of stuff."

"Of course!  And since you're his ex-wife, I'm sure you know
where he keeps everything." Sabrina suddenly stood up and walked
around so that she was facing me. Then she casually spread my
legs on the bed and dropped to her knees before me.

"Exactly ... oh, God!" I cried out as Sabrina's mouth touched my
wet hole.

"Where's the stash?" Sabrina asked as her tongue flicked around
my cunt hole.

"In the hallway just off the bedroom," I gasped, clamping my legs
around her head as she applied some suction pressure on my nub.

"In a safe?"

"Uh huh ... oh, damn, don't stop that!" I cried, trembling as
Sabrina's tongue worked over my clit in firm little circles.

"I'll tell you what. Just leave the combination with me, and I'll
take care of it. I'll deliver the stuff to your apartment the
moment the deed is done, okay?"

"F ... fine," I replied through gritted teeth. "Tell me
something," I said, pulling Sabrina's head up for a moment.

"What are you getting out of this? Why are you so eager to help
me out?"

"Isn't ten thousand dollars from Grant good enough reason?" she
smiled.

I was flabbergasted. I'd had no idea how much Grant was
doing-financially-to help me out. Although I didn't really owe
Sabrina anything, I still intended to slip her a little something
when this was all over.

Sabrina only spoke once more before returning her attention to my
cunt. "Let's forget about business for now and concentrate on
pleasure, okay? You're too delicious not to enjoy."

"You've got yourself a deal," I said, pulling her head back to my
pussy.

Slowly, tenderly, Sabrina started all over again, nibbling her
way up my slit until she was mouthing my sensitive nub and
fingering my gaping hole. I was writhing all over her king size
bed in no time at all, my pussy leaking thick, sweet juices into
her hungrily sucking mouth with each flick of her tongue.

"Slide up here and let me get a taste of your cunt," I gasped
suddenly, reaching out for Sabrina's gash.

No sooner had I begun to savor the pungent juices flowing out of
Sabrina's snatch than someone began to knock insistently on the
bedroom door.

Sabrina stopped licking my cunt and called out toward the door
angrily. "This had better be important!"

"Its me, Sabrina." It was Grant. "Is Eve in there with you?"

Sabrina looked me in the eye and took her finger out of my pussy.
"I'll let him in, Eve, but I really don't feel like sharing you
right now."

"So let him watch," I said, kissing Sabrina on the forehead.

It didn't look like Grant was up for any action at the moment
anyway. His cock was hanging limp and lifeless-those Valley girls
had apparently wiped him out!

"Have a seat and enjoy the show," Sabrina said, pushing Grant
into a recliner that faced the bed. "Eve and I were just getting
to know each other."

Sabrina and I easily resumed our former positions and began to
chow down on each other once again. By the time we'd each quaked
through a couple of orgasms, I looked across the room to discover
that Grant was hard again, his legs spread wide in the chair as
his hand stroked the length of his uncut dick.

"Well well, look who's awake," Sabrina said wryly as she and I
took a breather. "Should we let him in on the action or not?"

I hesitated for a moment, driving my lawyer insane with desire.
"Aw, what the hell," I finally smiled. "I guess that prick
deserves a tight, hot place to visit, after all. Why don't you do
the honors, Sabrina?"

I sat in the chair that Grant had been occupying as he mounted
Sabrina and slipped his thick prick deep into her cunt. Sabrina
cried out loudly and wrapped her legs around Grant's hairy butt
as he began to lower his meat into her wetness.

The two of them quickly began to act like wild animals, clawing
at each other as my lawyer's huge pole thrust in and out of
Sabrina's tight hole. Grant was soon covered in sweat, and his
face was twisted with lust as his prick reamed my new friend out
expertly.

"Don't just sit there doing nothing, Eve," Sabrina gasped
suddenly. "Get over here!"

In a flash I was over on the bed, watching in awe as Grant's
prick spread Sabrina's cunt wide with each penetration. I loved
to watch his hairy butt cheeks parting as he lifted his prick out
of her before slamming back into her cooze.

Unable to control myself any longer, I bent down behind Grant and
stuck my tongue out between his asscheeks. My lawyer gasped and
slammed into Sabrina's cunt even harder the moment my mouth came
into contact with his crinkled pink butthole.

Then, figuring I'd drive both of them wild, I slid down and began
to mouth Sabrina's cunt hole as it was fucked, catching Grant's
throbbing boner every time it slid out of her.

I licked and sucked happily until both Grant and Sabrina were
cumming wildly. Then, I reached forward and pulled his prick out
of her cunt, moving my mouth up to swallow down every drop of
jizz that shot out of his tool.

That wasn't the end of the evening, either. I eventually ended up
with the black stud who'd been fucking Sabrina when we arrived.
As for Grant, he and an insatiable brunette number with a huge
cock ganged up on Sabrina, who ended up as the meat in an
incredible three-way sandwich.

All in all, a productive-and satisfying-evening!

CHAPTER SIX

After the orgy with Sabrina and Grant, I found myself happier
than I'd been in the longest time. My classes were going better
than I could've hoped (Tom had complimented my aerobic
performances with a few of his own in the privacy of his office),
Maria and I had become quite good friends, Grant and I had
continued having the most fabulous sex possible, and-thanks to
Sabrina-I was about to become a very rich woman.

I should've known that something was going to fuck things up
completely. And less than a week before Sabrina and I were
supposed to carry out our little plan, the whole fucking deal was
nearly shot to pieces. Sabrina came to my apartment that morning
with a serious look on her face.

"We're going to need an alternate plan," she said worriedly,
pacing up and down the hallway nervously.

"What's up?" I asked, more than a bit concerned.

"Freddy dumped me last night," she said, looking me in the eye.

I was about to ask her how that fucked things up, but then I
thought about it. And the light dawned. If Freddy didn't want to
see her any longer, Sabrina wouldn't be able to get into the
summer home to gain access to the safe.

Before coming unstrung myself, I placed a call to Grant and asked
what he thought we should do.

"Well, my dear, it looks to me as if your only hope now is for
you to pay a visit to Freddy yourself."

Of course!  Our plan could continue as we'd intended-only now,
Sabrina and I would change roles.

"How can we pull that off?" Sabrina asked with concern. "Will
Freddy really believe that you're still interested in him?"

"Are you kidding? Freddy's ego is so fucking inflated that he
won't notice a thing!  I'll just pretend that I'm trying to use
sex to convince him that my alimony should be restored."

"Brilliant!" Sabrina shouted. "Let's do it right now."

"Now?" I asked, suddenly becoming nervous.

"Yes!  It's perfect. I know he'll still be at the house, and
although I'm sure he'll never admit it, I know Freddy will be
missing the presence of my cunt. After all, he was counting on a
weekend of nonstop sex, so he's bound to be plenty horny."

She was right. As my mind raced to figure out what I should wear,
I briefed Sabrina on the exact location of the safe and gave her
the combination.

"Go warm up the car," I said calmly. "We've got some business to
tend to."

"Right on!" Sabrina enthused.

An hour later, Sabrina and I pulled up to the summer house.
Thankfully, Freddy's car was still parked in the driveway. I gave
her one quick final briefing, reminding her to wait a reasonable
period of time before entering the house. After all, it might
take Freddy some time to believe that my intentions were pure.

I took a deep breath, smoothed down the tiny skirt I was wearing
and used my key to enter the house. My biggest fear was that
Freddy would be in the living room watching television, but
thankfully that wasn't the case.

Searching further, I discovered that Freddy was in the shower.
This was too good to be true. Quickly slipping out of my clothes,
I pulled all the covers off the bed and lay down naked, playing
with my cunt a bit to get myself wet for Freddy's entrance. I
just hoped Sabrina wouldn't enter the house too soon.

A minute later, I heard the water stop in the bathroom, and then
the sound of my ex's voice, singing merrily as he dried off. I
struck my most seductive pose and waited for him to see me.

"What the ... " he shouted as soon as he walked into the bedroom.

"Hi, Freddy," I said, keeping my voice calm and sexy. Then,
spreading my thighs as wide as possible, I sat up. "Are we
alone?" I asked.

Freddy's gaze alternated between my face and my cunt. "Yeah,
we're alone," he said defensively. "What do you want?"

I made my best pouty face and got up on my knees. "I wanted to
apologize for being so nasty to you the last time we were
together."

Freddy raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Does that mean
you're not going to contest the change of alimony?"

The little bastard, I thought. "Of course not, Freddy. I just
want us to remain friends." I licked a finger and ran it through
my bush, closely watching his reaction.

His boner popped to life beneath his blue towel in less than a
minute. Instantly, I knew our mission was going to be successful.
And I've gotta tell you, despite my most sincere intentions I
found myself becoming aroused.

Freddy's newfound muscles were glistening with water, and the
hard-on he'd sprouted all but burst through the thin blue towel.
"You sure you're not just jerking me around?" he asked, sounding
a bit unsure.

"Come here right this second, Freddy," I said, spreading my legs
again, "and I'll show you just how much I'll jerk you around."

Apparently, that was all the little scumbag needed to be
convinced. He dropped the towel then, and against my better
instincts I felt my cunt soaking within seconds.

"You know, Eve," he began, moving toward me, "I still haven't
found another woman who sucks cock as well as you do."

I couldn't help feeling flattered. Besides, even though I would
never tell him this, I still hadn't found a better dick to suck
on, either. Crawling forward on the bed, I perched myself on the
corner and placed my hands on Freddy's hips.

Slowly, I took his prick into my mouth until he was buried to the
root inside my throat. Then I began to suck on him a bit harder,
wrapping my lips around his shaft and pulling on his meat with my
mouth.

A few seconds after Freddy began to pump my throat, I heard
Sabrina quietly tiptoeing into the house. Perfect timing, I
thought, as Freddy placed his hands behind my head and began to
pump deeper into my mouth.

By the time Freddy pulled out of me, avoiding an orgasm before he
had a chance to be inside my pussy, I could tell that Sabrina had
successfully cracked the safe and was filling a cloth bag with
the contents of my ex's treasured collection.

Knowing that I was going to get back at that bastard made the sex
I was indulging in that much more delicious. By the time Freddy
asked if he could fuck my twat I knew Sabrina was long gone and
that we were home free, so I decided to go along with the ride
for one final time.

I cried out with supreme pleasure as Freddy pressed his swollen
prickhead into my juicy cunt. His prick pushed into my hole
insistently until every inch of his shaft was buried in my
steaming clam. The moment he was firmly buried in my cunt, Freddy
began to pump in and out of me, slowly at first but then picking
up in speed.

I licked my fingers and reached down for my clit, which was
swollen and glistening with juices. Then I watched for a while as
Freddy's thick shaft spread my walls wide and was coated with my
most intimate juices. I knew at that moment that whatever bad
words I might shoot off about my ex-husband, they certainly
wouldn't be about his abilities in bed.

I could feel my tits bouncing wildly as Freddy began to pump me
vigorously, his prick slamming into my hole relentlessly and
bringing me closer to release with each thrust.

Then, all of a sudden, Freddy flipped me around so that we were
in a doggy-style position. Without missing a beat, he slipped his
prick back into my cunt hole and began to pump away, coaxing the
most incredible moans and groans from my throat as I continued to
finger my clit.

I was pleased enough to feel the onset of a climax mere minutes
later, but I was downright thrilled when three orgasms then took
hold of my body, one after another.

Freddy seemed just as surprised as I was. "Since when have you
been multi-orgasmic, Eve?" he asked with delight, a sheen of
sweat on his forehead.

"Since you started fucking me so incredibly," I lied.

Not surprisingly, considering his ego, that statement got Freddy
off in a flash. He pumped my cunt a few more times, and then I
felt his steaming load shooting deep within my drenched slit.

As Freddy pulled out of my pussy, I wondered if he would manage
to fuck everything up again by shooting off his mouth-just like
last time.

"You are amazing," he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to
catch his breath.

So far, so good.

"Listen, Eve," he continued. "What are you doing for the rest of
the weekend?"

That one baffled the fuck out of me. "Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"I don't know," Freddy began sheepishly. "I just thought it might
be good for us to try and spend some time getting to know each
other all over again."

I couldn't believe my ears. It seemed as if the little bastard
was finally realizing what he was going to miss. Now I had my
chance to rub his face in it.

"Sorry, Freddie, but I'm shacking up with a very good friend this
weekend. Matter of fact, this little balling session with you was
just a warm up for the main event."

"How dare you!" he shouted, suddenly furious.

I remained calm as I slipped my clothes back on. "Sorry, honey,
but I don't have time to argue with you. I'll do you the favor of
accepting that pitiful divorce settlement, but I won't waste any
energy trying to make you realize how much I deserve better than
you."

For the second time in less than a month, I left Freddy
speechless.

I'd never felt so good before in my life.

CHAPTER SIX

We make one helluva good team, don't we?" Sabrina asked with a
big grin on her face.

"Mmm hmm," I responded, mashing my face deeper into her cunt.

"Ouch!" she cried out, shifting over on the bed.

Pulling my face away for a moment, I noticed that Sabrina had
lowered herself onto what used to be Freddy's gold Rolex.

We'd emptied the bag of loot onto my bed, then forgotten about it
as we began to make love. Pushing some of the jewelry off the
bed, I returned to the task at hand, which was dining on the
lovely mass of flesh that was Sabrina's cunt.

Just as I was getting into the act of sucking on her clit, my
phone began to ring. "Forget it," I murmured, darting my tongue
deep into Sabrina's clam.

"No," she said, wriggling away, "it might be Grant."

Realizing that she had a point, I reluctantly climbed off the bed
and reached for the phone. "Hello?" I responded, in a frustrated
tone of voice.

"This is the police!" a strong, authoritative voice responded.

I froze, feeling my body begin to tremble.

"Just kidding," the voice said then, suddenly becoming friendly.
"It's Grant!"

I didn't appreciate the joke. "How dare you!" I shouted, still
trembling a bit.

"Take it easy, Eve," Grant laughed. "How'd it go?"

"Why don't you come over and see for yourself?" I snapped.

He did. And after checking out the goods and admitting that he
was impressed, the three of us stepped into my bedroom and
congratulated each other in the most delicious way possible.

EPILOGUE

The following day, after selling off every last piece of jewelry
that my dear ex-husband possessed, I cut a check to Grant in the
amount of ten thousand dollars. That took care of reimbursing him
for Sabrina's duties.

I also wrote out a check to Sabrina for another ten grand.

She's become a dear friend, not to mention a valued lover, and I
figured it was the least I could do.

Grant, Sabrina and I have continued seeing each other, and
although the nature of our relationship may strike some as
strange, it definitely works for us. I don't think anything
serious will ever develop within our menage-a-trois, but even if
Grant wants to take things further I'd still prefer to remain
just the way I am-free and loose!

I'm still working at The Body Center, and by now I've gained
quite a following at the gym. My classroom is invariably packed-
for more than one reason!

As for Freddy, I think his head is still spinning from the ordeal
of losing his bimbo-attracting treasures. He looked so cocky at
the signing of our final divorce papers, but I knew that beyond
that cold, self-assured exterior was a man who was still
struggling to figure out how he could pin the robbery on me.

Sometimes I feel a bit guilty about what Sabrina and I did, but
then I remind myself that Freddy still has more money than God.
The loss of his jewelry was more of an injury to his ego than to
his pocketbook.

Besides, it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't tried to screw me
out of what was rightfully mine in the first place!

The End

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