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You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ The Wedding Conception by Mon (udkorabi@hotmail.com) My story happened almost three years ago this month. My name is Lisa and my husband's name is Bob. I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say my husband's friends have always told him they were envious of him to have me. Most men find my pretty face attractive, but my large breasts (34d), flat stomach, and especial- ly my firm bottom and muscular thighs get the most attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them off. I'm not really old fashion but I guess I've always dressed kind of a conservative- ly being a southern girl. We dated through most of our college years and married soon after graduation. I remained a virgin until our wedding night, which was something my husband had insisted on considering his old-fashion southern up bringing. He is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. Even so, I continued working part-time at one of his businesses for a few years until we decided it was time to start our family. We are also Catholic so we used the rhythm method of birth control until then so I've never been on the pill. After trying for two years with no results we decided it was time to seek some professional help. I became an expert at determining my most fer- tile time to conceive and my husband would always rush home to accommodate me. Unfortunately, no luck. We went through all of the tests that are given to couples in our situation and learned I was ok, but my husband's sperm count was a little low. We chose to ignore the professionals that sug- gested we adopt or consider artificial insemination. The latter my husband said he could never do, consider- ing his old fashioned values and male pride. Knowing the amount of time it takes and the problems involved with adoption it left both of us very depressed. So we just kept trying. Eventually though we found a doctor that had very good success with others couples we knew. After the examinations he said that there was nothing really wrong with either of us and our chances were good if we just changed our approach. He said we were just trying too hard, a mistake many couples make in our situation. He suggested we should abstain from sex for about six weeks to let my husbands sperm count build up in combination with putting me on a strong fertility drug. Then at the most fertile time of my cycle we should try again. I had to admit it did make sense. We checked the calendar and in six weeks a wedding reception was coming up that we were both looking forward to attend- ing. It would be perfect for a much needed night together. A friend of Bob's from college was getting married and we both looked forward to the very much needed night out together. We marked it on the calendar as our "date night". My husband is a shrewd businessman and one of his former friends and business rivals would also be at the wedding, his name was Steve. They had been good friends, but were very competitive and were always trying to get the best of each other. It seemed like each of them always had something the other wanted, and they both were equally successful in life. Finally, they had a big falling out a few years ago. Bob hoped to use the wedding as an opportunity to smooth things over as he admitted he took advantage of their relationship. Although I had only met him a couple of times I did know that his relationship with Bob had cooled and just recently they began to speak again. But anyway, that wasn't my concern, at least so I thought. Bob had been working long hours almost every night leaving us both rather frustrated, and without any sex, it was a long six weeks. Since the night of the reception would be my most fertile time I planned to make the most of it by buying a new outfit much different than I normally wear to surprise Bob. He likes to show me off to all of his old friends so I knew he would approve of my new look. He's always trying to get me to dress sexier. It was a very short aqua colored dress that was made of a nylon spandex like material that gave it a kind of shiny metallic look as it tightly hugged my curves. It showed a lot of cleavage and was very low in the back with a zipper. To match I bought a pair of shiny aqua panties of the same material that matched perfectly and decided not to wear any kind of a bra, something I've never done before even though I knew my nipples would probab- ly show through the dress if I got cold. When the night arrived I began to get ready early since the reception was almost an hour drive away. I had taken my temperature earlier and was happy to learn I was ovulating right on schedule. Perfect. To celebrate I even made myself a little drink, something I never do, to help me relax as I've never dressed in public this way. When Bob didn't get home I began to worry. I made myself another drink, put on my new dress, and stood in front of the mirror. Wow! It didn't even look like me. Even though the dress was supposed to look classy it was so tight it appeared to be painted on my body. I knew that I looked hot and couldn't wait to see Bob's reaction. I was already feeling a tingling sensation in my panties just from the way it made me feel to wear this almost "slutty" outfit. He probably wouldn't even want to go to the reception I thought, and smiled to myself. Then the phone rang. It was him and he said they were having some serious problems at work with a new computer system and he didn't think he could get away. By the sound of his voice I knew he felt terrible. He then told me he was really sorry and maybe I should just go on by myself. You can imagine my disappointment, but I under- stood and offered to just wait for him to get home. He told me he would be late and I might as well go without him and have a good time. No reason to ruin both our nights. Besides we could still salvage our "date night" when we both got home. Normally, I probably wouldn't have, but con- sidering the drinks I'd had and not looking forward to another long evening alone waiting, I agreed to go without him. I was a little concerned about not knowing many people, but Bob convinced me that Steve would also be there and would take care of me and introduce me to the other guests. He even asked me to try to smooth things over a little for him and invite Steve to join us for dinner next week. I didn't really know Steve very well but I did remember him as being about 6'4' and built like any women's dream. He was such a ladies man I figured he must be married by now and figured I could just sit with him and his wife for company. I considered changing my outfit, but since it was getting late and I didn't know many people anyway, I decided to go the way I was. As I pulled out of the driveway I looked down in my lap to see the hem of my tight dress riding up, showing the crotch of my panties and thought I'd have to be careful the way I sit to- night. I laughed and wondered if Bob would have urged me to go if he knew what I was wearing. When I got to the reception I felt a little un- comfortable since I didn't recognize anyone and was getting some rather long looks from the other guests because of the way I was dressed. Then I saw him. Steve was even more of a hunk than I remembered. I could tell he was also impressed with the way I looked. His expression told me that he thought I was the hottest looking woman in the place. He smiled, walked up, and kissed me hello asking where Bob was tonight. I explained the situation to him which didn't seem to disappoint him all that much and with a curious gleam in his eyes he asked me if I wanted to talk and maybe have a drink with him. As we walked to a table he told me he was alone too, loved to dance, and would be honored to be my partner for the night. Since I really didn't know any- one else and he was acting like such a gentlemen, I said that I thought that would be nice. Besides Bob had asked me to try to help smooth things over, since my husband isn't much of a dancer anyway I figured it might be fun. We chatted quite a bit -- about Bob and I -- and also talked of Steve's recent divorce, and he mentioned how lucky we were. I told him life wasn't always per- fect and mentioned our fertility problems as an example. We laughed about our broken plans for tonight and I told him I probably would leave the reception early to salvage at least some of our "date night" since it had been a very long six weeks. He said he also thought he and Bob should get together again and that he had no hard feelings about the past. I knew this would make Bob happy. After that we seemed to dance every dance, only stopping to have another round of drinks or take a breather while we talked. The hours flew by and I found him to be very charming, although I found I did have to watch him on the slow dances a little because he touched me a little too close for my comfort. Later as the night went on I began to relax and found myself enjoying him being so close to me. I started to look forward to each slow dance. It felt good to be held so close as we swayed with the rhythm of the music. One problem though was his muscular body was rubbing against my dress and was stimulating my nipples as we danced, causing a renewed tingling sensation somewhere were there shouldn't be. I just hadn't ex- pected this sensitivity since I never usually go bra-less. My breasts have always been very sensitive, and my husband knows it's the quickest way to get me hot. Several times as we sat and talked I knew he must have accidentally gotten a view of my sexy match- ing panties as the shiny material tightly covered my mound. I was embarrassed and worried that he could see how wet I was getting. My god, I was getting turned on dancing with this man. I wasn't the only one who noticed. I looked up and saw Steve staring down at the shiny material covering my nipples and realized that they were erect and sticking through like bullets. I could feel the blood rush through my face as I blushed. Several times during the evening I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom. I was really surprised at myself for reacting this way because I've never considered being with anyone other than my husband. I brushed it off as just the side affect of the hormones in the fertility pills and after all, it had been a long six weeks. The drinks were also making me more uninhibited. When we danced again he reached around me and began to caress my ass as we swayed together. I didn't resist, I could tell he enjoyed the feeling of my dress moving against the shiny panties covering my bottom, because I could feel his growing erection begin to press against my front. I couldn't tell how big he was but thought that it was be much bigger than my husband. I wondered to myself as we swayed against each other, what a big cock might feel like -- and began rubbing myself against it, until to my disappointment, the dance ended. This snapped me out of it, and I quickly real- ized I was starting to go to far. I knew I should go home before I embarrassed myself any further. I thought that I might be getting very drunk. When I told Steve I needed to go, he insisted I wait awhile until I sobered up a little. I had to admit I was having trouble walking, so I told him that I wanted to call my husband to come and get me, and asked him to just help me find a phone. He agreed and we began walking to the lobby since the reception was at a rather large hotel. As we talked and laughed we realized neither of us had change for a pay phone. Steve offered to let me use the one in his room and I joked with him that a lady would never go to a strangers hotel room. We laughed again as he bowed and assured me he was a gentlemen. I really didn't want to try to find change in my state so I convinced myself it was innocent enough and we went up to his room. Once in his hotel room, I stood trying to dial the phone to call Bob. I was feeling a little better, but was still rather unsteady on my feet and felt Steve standing behind me to balance me when I dialed. As the phone rang Steve gently rubbed the sides of my hips. When Bob didn't answer I turned to tell Steve, and the next thing I knew his mouth was pressed against mine. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I shouldn't be doing it, I opened my mouth and we began kissing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me closer as he began to rub my ass again. It felt so good. But, I knew I had to stop him. I broke away from his kiss and reminded him I was a married woman and also the wife of his friend. I then told him I should go back to wait in the lobby. He whispered his apology in my ear and told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked so hot standing there swaying in my form-fitting dress. He said Bob was a very lucky man to have a woman who looked and dressed like me and that he was sorry that I didn't want him, but he also understood. Boy, he really knew what to say, and he was such a gentleman about it! And I was so horny! I told him that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but I was married and couldn't get carried away. I don't know why but, I had to kiss him again. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more before I left. Six weeks was so long. I was just getting ready to break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft shiny material of my dress. My Achilles heel. It felt so good it made my knees weak. Just a few minutes longer and then I would go. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could just stop him anytime I wanted too, he wasn't being forceful at all, and would remain a gentlemen. I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless flirting, something I had done with other guys while still in college. Bob would never know, just a little harmless thrill. It felt so good I had to let him continue. He pulled the top of my dress down a little exposing my nipples further as we kissed. He began to gently roll them between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular chest, this man was gorgeous. When he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled my breasts out of the top to lick and suck them it startled me. I started to pull away so he increased his sucking to a point it felt to good and I didn't want it to stop. I just couldn't believe what I was doing, and my mind was racing so fast. My knees started getting weak and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Just a little longer I told myself, after all it had been six weeks. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be this naughty slut with someone other than my husband, especially his biggest rival, and he was so handsome. We lay back on the bed and I could feel his hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. When I didn't resist his hand pulled the hem of my dress up and I could feel him softly begin massaging my pussy through the material of my panties. Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my panties. I thought I would wet my pants right there. It felt so good. I figured that I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I would have to make him stop. Steve pulled the crotch of my panties aside and his hand was now inside with one of his fingers moving into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter he just continued to insert more fingers. Finally I moaned, "Steve, we have to stop, please -- I'm getting so hot, we shouldn't be doing this!" He responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and he began to suck on the shiny material of my panties over my clit. My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband had never done! When he began to pull off my panties I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and I couldn't let that happen. He said he understood and again promised he wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to do, and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know ever know about this. With that assurance I lifted my hips to let him pull my panties the rest of the way off. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening. I was so ver horny, and it had been six weeks. I lay back and he began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy the feeling he was causing in me were everything I imagined they would be. He knew just what to do with a woman, and before long I began to feel my orgasm build within me. I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long. Bob very rarely makes me come, so I was really looking forward to it, and told myself I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now -- I was moaning very loudly and didn't even notice him remove his pants and move up between my legs. When I felt his lips touch mine I opened my eyes to see Steve above me, and looked down to see him guid- ing his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of Bob's. I trembled in fear and maybe lust at his huge size -- as he began to push the fat knob of the head into me. "Steve no, stop, we can't...I'm not protected!" I screamed. His next response surprised me, "I promise I'll pull out...please...I have to feel inside of you for just a few moments, oh you, yes...you feel...so good!" and he continued to piston a few more inches into me. I was horrified, He wasn't going to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, "No, Steve please!, don't please, please! I begged, "I can't...not today...my husbands...waiting for me...I'm ovulating...ohnnoooo!" I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in further, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more than ever before. My body then betrayed me as my hips began to push and move against him with my building orgasm. I couldn't help it, I couldn't even speak. I could only moan and push back as he began to fuck me towards climax. He thrust in and out of me, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire shaft was into the hilt, filling me completely. His pubic bone ground flat against mine. I started to mouth a protest again -- when I felt his huge shaft push even deeper until it touched my cervix at the opening of my womb. That did it. I exploded in my first real orgasm ever, I thought I was going to pass out as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body. When I finally recovered I realized my pussy had adjusted to his huge size and his massive cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit. All thoughts of my husband and my unprotected eggs were gone. I was in love with his huge cock. My body finally had what it had been craving all night. I was moaning as he slammed himself into me, I bucked against him with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me. It was fantastic having such a large, power- ful forbidden cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was going to come again! Steve's thrusting then got stronger and I realized he was about to come too. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I was so close. Then I felt it. The feeling that I've yearned for again every day since that moment. His whole body lurched against mine and I felt the head of his stiff penis smash against my cervix. He groaned loudly and shot spurt after spurt of his semen deep within me. My god, he wasn't pulling out! He was coming inside of me! I was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and absolute terror. I tried to push him off me, but it was too late. His hands were holding down mine and he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. What really surprised me -- it felt so incredible! When my husband comes it just dribbles out of him. But with Steve, I could feel his hot jets of sperm literally shooting into me. It fired with enough force and quantity that I could literally feel each forbidden jet hit my cervix and penetrate through into my womb. "You said you...would pull out!" I gasped, "Oh...I...can feel it... your coming...inside me...oh no.....oh no...not...now...oh...feels...so good. I'm coming...ooohhhh!" as my hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him. The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as he continued to thrust into me, and all I could do was grab his ass and pull him into me further. My entire conscience was focused on this plea- sure between my legs now, and I screamed with the greatest sexual joy of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstasy went through my body as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me deeper. It was wonderful, I could feel his seed pouring out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept spurting and humping me. I couldn't believe there was so much of it. As the waves sexual pleasure subsided, I could feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of my body, searching for my eggs. I just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me. When reality began to return, the fear of what he had done returned too. I looked down between my spread legs to see the shiny coating of his sperm as it clung to the shaft of his cock still partially inside of me. What had I done? I began to cry. Steve looked deeply into my eyes as he continued to slowly pump his now shrinking tool in and out of me. As he did that I could feel more of his come oozing out of my swollen pussy. "You said you would pull out... you promised! What if you have made me pregnant, your not my husband!" I whimpered. His response shocked me, "Lisa I'm sorry, you felt too good... I never imagined you would actually let me fuck you...Lisa....Bob's beautiful wife!...when you said you were fertile tonight...well... I just had to give you mine... to make sure you had my baby... instead of that son of a bitch husband of yours!" I paused and looked at him. It all became per- fectly clear. I understood now it was really just another competition. He was getting the best of Bob. I began to get angry then, not at just Steve, but Bob too, for getting me into this situation. At that point it didn't matter anymore, it was done, I could never explain this to my husband, he would never forgive me. I had gotten drunk and let my husbands rival fuck me and shoot his sperm into me, directly at my unprotected eggs at my most vulnerable time! On the night we had planned together as our "date night". Considering the fertility pills I was on, my eggs were probably being fertilized at that very moment. Steve filled me with so much of his potent sperm I knew I was pregnant with his child. I realized that this type of game has been happening ever since the beginning of time. And I had let Steve achieve the greatest victory of one rival male over another. Take an opponent's woman and impregnate her with your offspring. Bob would never be able to do better than that. As I thought about how crazy all of this was, I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and he was still gently thrusting his cock in and out of me as he held me down. It really was a soothing feeling and even when he was soft he was still larger than my husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to recover so fast. I knew I had to stop him this time, just in case there was a chance it wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him do it to me again me again! I let Steve fuck me once and now he was start- ing to do it again. But as he continued I realized I couldn't stop him. I was still very turned on by what he had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop. My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He released my hands and we began what turned out to be a very slow, even good fuck. We continued for a long time as I blocked out all thought of everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and out of my wet cunt. His big dick again filled me completely and was stretching my pussy to it's limits, something I knew that my husband would never be able to do. I had no idea sex with a man could feel so good. As we fucked I had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together. I lifted my head up and began to suck his nipples. After a while Steve panted, "I'm going to come again, should I pull out?" My response still surprises me to this day. As another orgasm built inside me I begged, "No, come inside me, I want to feel it...again...come inside of me...please!" He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm. Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into me as I pushed my cunt up to meet each one of his thrusts. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again, which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back... It felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples burned. God, it felt so wonderfully taboo to think I was letting another man intentionally impregnate me with his child. It was the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I had completely submitted to him in every way. I knew that this betrayal is what excited me and made my orgasm so intense. When he finally rolled off of me and pulled his long cock from my red and swollen pussy I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked I looked. My pretty dress was bunched up around my waste and my soaked panties were hanging on one ankle. My pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted and soaked with his cum. My breasts were red and covered with marks from his intense sucking. But what was really amazing was the river of come that was oozing from my stretched opening and pooling on the bed beneath me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom to help elevate my womb. I wanted to keep it's warmth inside me a little longer. I was so opened up as I lay there I wondered if I would ever be able to feel my husband's small cock inside of me again. Steve laughed at my antics, and again assured me it that our little indiscretion would be our secret. I think he liked it that I was trying to keep his come inside me for as long as possible. After about 20 minutes I staggered to my feet and Steve's come just ran down the insides of my thighs as I walked to the bathroom to clean up. I had never seen anything like it before. I knew I couldn't go home like this so I jumped into his shower washed under steaming hot water. When I finished I returned to see Steve sleeping on the bed with his wonderfully slimy cock lying peacefully across his stomach. I slipped my dress on and pulled up what was left of my panties. I left wondering if we would ever do something like this again. I didn't want to leave without saying anything, but I also didn't want to risk arousing him again either. I could feel his come still leaking from me on the ride home, and hoped my wet panties would soak it up. As I drove I kept asking myself how I could have let such a thing happen. I felt so guilty, but I also felt intensely naughty. I started fingering myself it made me so excited to think about what had just happened. When I got home, luckily Bob was sleeping. I quickly went into the bathroom and slipped on a night- gown that covered my red and swollen breasts, put on fresh panties, and climbed into bed. I was terrified that somehow he would smell his rival's scent on me. As I lay there I could feel Steve's warm semen still leaking from my pussy. Bob finally woke up as we lay there in the darkness. He reached for me and asked how I enjoyed the wedding reception. I told him it had been fine but that for some reason I didn't feel very well. He seemed surprised and disappointed but seemed to understand. He just snuggled up next to me and rubbed my tummy saying that we would try again for our "date night" later when I felt better. A few minutes later Bob asked if I'd seen Steve, and said he hoped he had taken care of me. I assured him that he had indeed, and added that he had been a complete gentleman. I told him we should probably get together with him sometime and Bob agreed. In the darkness I couldn't help but smile, he had no idea that another man's baby was now attached to my womb that he was gently rubbing. I knew right, then that I couldn't let him touch me again, until I knew for sure. Several weeks later knew I was carrying Steve's child. Archive name: wedding2.txt Authors name: EzRiter Story title : The Wedding Conception: Retribution ------------------------------------------------------ This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1998. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ I read a story in A.S.S, which inspired me to write a reply. That story, "The Wedding Conception" by Mon, has been reposted. This story will stand alone but I suggest you read The Wedding Conception first. You will love it. Obviously I did. Ez. THE WEDDING CONCEPTION: RETRIBUTION I had heard the rumors: my rival, Steve, had fucked my wife, fucked her long and hard and impreg- nated her. If they were true, then Lisa, my wife, was an adulterous slut, and Jennifer, our darling little three year old girl, was Steve's bastard child. No man wants to believe something like that when he hears it. Particularly not me. I was deeply in love with Lisa. She was the light of my life. And, Jennifer was as sweet and darling a daughter as anyone ever had. They had made me very happy indeed. So, I had pretended the rumors were ugly lies designed to hurt my relationship with Lisa. Then, someone e-mailed me a story which appeared in ASS on the Internet. The story was called The Wed- ding Conception and told of a wife named Lisa who was impregnated by her husband's rival. And, the wife planned to get pregnant by the rival again. The story also said the cuckolded husband was lousy in bed and had a stubby dick. Angry and concerned, I did some tracing. The story posting came from my home town, from a gossipy old woman I knew was a friend of my wife. This time I could not ignore the rumors: Lisa was pregnant. As I drove her to the hospital to de- liver our second child, I decided to act. Of course, Lisa, Steve and Bob are not our real names. The old gossip who put the story on the Internet changed them. I am using the names she used. With Lisa safely in the hospital, I went to my brother, Jeffrey. While I went into business and have become very successful, Jeffrey followed the footsteps of our father and uncle by becoming a doctor. I laid out the sordid story to him. "Bob, do you really want to know?" "Yes. I must know! If I don't, it will drive me crazy." "Then, let's get started." First, we ran tests on me. My sperm count was very low but I was capable of fathering children, so, no proof there. Jennifer could still be mine. The blood tests were inconclusive. Jennifer could be mine or could be the child of any man if he had the same type blood. Then, we did DNA on Jennifer and on the baby when he arrived. Only one chance in five billion it could be wrong. It takes six weeks for DNA tests to come back. Lisa delivered a beautiful, healthy, baby boy we named David at my wife's instance. I had wanted to name the baby after me, Robert, Jr. But, Lisa insisted on David, saying she always loved the name and wanted to use it. I knew Steve's full name was Stephen David Webber. I was sick, physically sick, at the thought my wife, the woman I loved, had named this child after a man she was rumored to be fucking. That told me she believed Steve fathered the child. What a slutty whore! A trollop! An adulteress! The lowest form of harlot! She is more vile than the snake which seduced Eve, lower than the lowest worm in the garden! --- I hired a private detective firm, someone from another city not too far away with an impeccable repu- tation. I kept my cool, gave the P.I. instructions and waited. In six weeks, mama and baby were doing very well. Jennifer was starting to accept her new sibling and was returning to her happy self. I was outwardly calm but burning up inside as I waited...waited. "Bob, we have the DNA tests from both Jennifer and David." My heart leapt into my throat as I waited to hear what my brother said. People are interesting. Under pressure, some come apart; others become cool and collected, even cold, brutal. The latter is the way I react. I was very sad and angry... more angry now than sad... knowing this woman I had loved and taken as my wife was a lying, cheating, adulteress and slut who had betrayed me in a vile and unforgivable way. I was more angry at Steve. There has always been a code of honor in business. You can mess with your rivals but you leave their family alone. That code has even been used by the Mafia and other organizations which do not normally follow civilized rules. Steve broke that code, dishonoring himself terminally, dis- honoring me if I allowed it to continue unpunished. Fortunately, the work done by my P.I. firm had broadened my available options, revealing the path I finally chose to take. It seems I was not the only man in town cuckolded by Steve. I gave my old friend Beau what I knew he would hate to see, just like I hated seeing it. Lisa, beautiful as always, was sitting in the den, when I arrived home that day four weeks after I had received the DNA test results, the day I gave Beau the proof I wanted him to have. Jennifer was napping upstairs. Lisa was nursing David, his warm little mouth suckling at her lovely breast which was so bloated and full of her life giving milk. Lisa watched me without speaking as I hung my coat in the hall closet and went to the bar to make my nightly bourbon and water. When I returned to the den, Lisa was gone, probably putting David to bed. I sat in my easy chair and sipped my drink as I read the evening paper. The sound of the grandfather clock in the hall and the gentle hum of the air conditioning were the only sounds. The town was buzzing with wild news of a multi- ple murder. Everyone was talking about it. But, Lisa had not heard. When the phone rang, I let it ring until Lisa picked it up. "Nooooo.... please.....noooooo." I heard her sobs and moans floating down the stairs, heard her gasps as she cried. It was about ten minutes when I heard the quiet, clump-clump of her feet on the wooden stairs. She looked terrible, eyes red, face puffy. She collapsed on the couch. "Lisa, is something wrong? What is it?" She stared at me, fighting back tears. "Steve Webber is dead. Beau James shot him to death today." "I had heard. But, why are you so upset. Do you even know Steve?" She was so pathetic looking, drooping over like a dying rose, voice and face void of emotion except the tailings of death. How sad! "Maryann is one of my good friends. You know that! She and Beau are both dead, too. After Beau shot Steve, he went home, killed Maryann and both the children. Then, he turned the gun on himself." "I heard. Look, Lisa, Maryann was an adulteress slut. She was fucking Steve and the rumor was Steve fathered her children. When Beau found out, he had to act. Any real man would do the same thing." She shivered as she stared at me. "I would do the same thing if you were an adulteress slut and Jennifer and David were not mine. Steve deserved to die. I hope it was very painful for him. And, Maryann deserved to die, too. Adultery is a crime and a sin. An adulteress will go straight to eternal damnation in hell when she dies, which is a just punishment. I do feel badly about Beau and the kids, knowing they suffered because Maryann was an adulterous such a slut!" I watched her. She was in total turmoil... grief and guilt, horror and death... were now joined by fear ... terrible, unrelenting fear...etched in her visage in a mosaic of despair. Keeping a poker face was difficult for me but I did it. "You would kill me if I com... if I did what Maryann did?" "I might kill you. I know I would kill the man. Oh, I may not shoot him the way Beau did. Everyone knows Beau is, I mean, was, hot tempered and a little unbalanced. But..." I leaned forward for emphasis. I knew my face was red in anger, the tendons in my neck corded. "... I would find a way to make sure the sonofabitch died." Lisa stood slowly, unsteadily, her grief ravaged brain unable to make her body function normally. She only took a step before I spoke. "Lisa, we need to talk about us." She fell back on the couch. "What?" "Our sex life is no good. I do not mean just as a result of your pregnancy. You have been lousy in bed, simply inadequate and unacceptable. I would guess 999 out of a thousand women are better in bed... sexier... than you are. I've been wondering if there is someone else in your life, someone you care about more than me... someone you are fucking... as you take my money, my name, my social position, and my love but, give your- self to another like that adulteress slut, Maryann." She was watching me intently now, breathing ceasing, eyes unblinking. "Lisa, I deserve and want a better wife, a happier more loving wife who is very sexual with me, is loving and loyal to me, rather than a lousy fuck whose loyalty and love is somewhere else. I am a good man and I want a good wife." "Do you want a divorce?" "Yes." "Have you talked to a lawyer?" "Yes. He strongly suggests I have DNA tests done on the children. He says so many women fuck around these days, any man should have the test done before he pays child support. He said I would be amazed how many men do not have to pay child support after the DNA tests come back. He even has a case in court now where the slutty, adulteress wife was fucking around. DNA tests proved the husband not to be the father. So, he is suing the natural father for all the money he spent on them from inception to the time of the divorce. Of course, the wife/mother is destitute as she will get nothing in the divorce. A sad situation. Very sad. But, she is a slut and a adulteress whore, so she deserves what she gets... which is nothing." "Bob?" "Yes, Lisa?" "Are you going to kill me?" She sobbed it out, the ragged edge of her sanity clearly unraveling. I fought it hard to keep from grinning. She was destroyed: she had lost all hope. "What have you done that deserves you being killed?" I asked very coldly. I waited. I wanted the next communication to come from her. She began crying again, sobbing loudly, her body heaving, her face in her hands. I could tell she was in agony: deep, desperate, unbelievable agony as if her soul had descended to the lowest level of hell. I fought my great enjoyment of her woes as I wanted to maintain my own emotional control. "Bob, I am just like Maryann. I fucked Steve. The two children are his." I was looking into the face of a dead person as she fought to maintain what little mental control she had left. "I heard that rumor." "Please don't kill me. I will leave and take the children. I will ask for nothing in the divorce and I will ask for no child support. Just let me go away in peace." "I would not kill you, Lisa, but, since you have just admitted you are a slut and an adulteress whore, your leaving without financial support makes good sense. I would like an affidavit signed tonight documenting your adultery and the bastardy of your children so you will not lie later." After signing the prepaired confession of her adultery and desire to have Steve's children, Lisa moved out that night, taking Jennifer and David with her. That affidavit, presented in court during our divorce, produced the outcome I desired. She got nothing, not a single penny. She sued Steve's estate for child support but someone had turned Steve over to the IRS for tax fraud. There was little for her to get. Of course, the di- vorce and law suit made everyone in town aware of her sluttish behavior. I never contact her, but the P.I. firm gives me semi-annual reports on her. She has a fairly rough life. She works in a dress shop selling clothes to rich women who were formally her social equals to support herself and her children in a lifestyle far below that which I had provided her. The children do not understand why they must suffer so. Later, when they are older, they will hate her for what she has done to them. I will see to that. With her sluttiness proven, all her old friends dropped her since the wives were afraid she would fuck their husbands and the husbands were afraid their wives would becomes sluts like she was. Needless to say, no decent man would marry an adulteress slut. I understand her name is on the list of women to ask out if you want a one night stand. Someone even said she was raped by two men one night but her reputation was so bad no one believed it was rape. That's the way it is in small southern towns. I am remarried to a lovely woman. I have no reason to believe she has committed adultery but, as a safety precaution, the P.I. randomly checks on her. We have a wonderful son we named Robert Jr. The DNA tests proved he is mine. Some things are best left unsaid. I never did tell Lisa the DNA tests I had performed on both Jen- nifer and David proved conclusively they were both my children. Let her believe they are Steve's bastards! Let her rot in hell! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 9