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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Mujeres

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Mujeres (MF, vanilla)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A man finds that philandering is not always a male thing. 
A tongue in cheek story of grown people playing at kid's 
games.

***

The Spanish have a saying (Forgive the spelling): "Sin 
Mujeres y sin vientos: tendriamos nos tormentos." Which 
loosely translates to: "If it wasn't for women and strong 
winds we would have fewer problems." (Apparently this is 
a Spanish male saying). 

I went to my favorite grocery store the other day. 
(Whenever a man say he has a favorite store its because 
there's some babe that works there that rings his bell. 
Just a word to the ladies.) I go there because there's 
this really hot woman that works the check outs. I always 
love to see her there. The first time I saw her, I hit on 
her so hard that she leaned over and quietly said, "I'm 
married."

"Great, I love a challenge!" I replied and she turned as 
red as the hothouse tomatoes I was spending my 
inheritance on. 

The lady has an athletic bod; a nice ass; pale blue eyes; 
bee stung lips; thick platinum hair that she pulls back 
into a bend-me-over-and-fuck-me-silly ponytail; and a 
smile that Pacific Gas & Electric is trying to charge 
consumers a dollar an hour to look at. 

Whenever she sees me coming she looks down and I see a 
smile form on her lips. I tease her mercilessly. I tell 
her to leave her husband. I tell her I'll shower her with 
gifts and attention. I tell I'll just shower her period 
and she blushes. I tell her semi-naughty jokes and she 
covers her mouth to stifle the laughter. One of the 
pimple faced managers came over once and asked her if I 
was bothering her and she told him that I was a good 
friend. Oh well, I suppose that's all I'll ever be, but 
I'll never quit trying.

Anyway, (that was one hell of a digression) I'm walking 
into my favorite store and ahead of me I see a great 
head-of-hair and a nice body. My mind goes "Damn!" and I 
speed up a little to see if the front is just as nice. I 
have to stop at the door to help a little old lady get 
her shopping cart over the hair high threshold and when I 
look up I see the head-of-hair turn down an aisle. 

Now, I have to tell you that if I have any fetish at all 
it's long, dark, thick, hair. (drool). I know it's an 
Oedipal thing. My mother had that long, thick, raven, 
American Indian hair and I probably held on to it as I 
nursed. But hey! I don't have a thing for my mom so the 
hair thing is cool. Right?

I hesitate and think, "Probably wasn't worth the chase," 
and I grab a cart and proceed with selecting my 
comestibles. I'm cruising the meat aisle making eye 
contact with a juicy steak here and a luscious pork chop 
there trying to decide who I'm taking to dinner that 
night. 

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I get a glimpse of 
the head-of-hair again and I whip around just as she 
turns the corner. I catch a glimpse of her face and I 
think, "Hispanic, hmmmm!" So I say good-by to the legs, 
breasts, and thighs and hurry after this lady because now 
my curiosity is gnawing at my insides. I come around the 
corner into the next aisle just as she goes around the 
far end. 

I backtrack and go to the next aisle, but she isn't 
there. Now I'm on a mission. I go down the main aisle and 
look up each food aisle as I go by. I hit the cookies and 
crackers aisle and bingo! There she is. She's bending 
down reading a label and her hair hangs long and heavy 
with highlights. Its crimped and comes down past her 
shoulders. At first I had thought she might have been 
African American. 

I slowly walk up the aisle and my mind is chanting, "look 
up! Look up!" I stop to look at some rye crisps like 
maybe I've never seen them before and am really 
interested. Finally, she straightens out and drops the 
cookies into her cart, but her head is twisted away from 
me and then she spins her cart around and she goes the 
other way. Out loud, I say, "Damn, woman!" And two other 
ladies in the aisle look over and glare at me. 

I look down sheepishly and move away before they start 
pelting me with graham crackers still in the box. I say 
the hell with it and go back to the meat and deli aisle. 
I morosely pick up a t-bone and half heartedly push my 
cart along. I turn the corner and run smack dab into 
another cart. I look up and there she is. Babeliscious. 
Smoky brown eyes, full eyebrows, deep red lips, high 
cheek bones, and a small cleft in her chin. 

I stare mouth agape until she says, "Excuse me!" And 
tries to get around me. 

I throw caution to the wind and say, "I'm sorry, but I'll 
have to ask for your driver's license."

She blinks and says, "What?"

I say, "Well ma'am, I'm afraid there's substantial damage 
to my cart here and I'll have to see your driver's 
license."

She realizes that what she heard the first time is 
exactly what I'd said and she chuckles. 

"Nice try!" She says and moves away from me. 

I frown and wonder if I'm losing my touch. I mean, I gave 
her the cocked eyebrow and my best Tom Selleck like 
dimpled smile and she just walked away. I had at least 
hoped for a little conversation, but I guess it wasn't to 
be. 

I go back to doing my groceries, picking up essentials 
like guacamole, chips, dog and cat food, a quart of milk, 
four quarts of beer - imported, one large Idaho potato 
with a grown in Montana sticker, bananas from Chile, 
apples from Japan, and a U.N. charter. 

I'm squeezing a cantaloupe when a voice says:

"You've got to smell the ends to see if their ripe!"

I turn and am about to say, "you can usually tell I'm 
ripe by smelling my end too!" But, my mouth doesn't 
appear to want to work as I look into those smoldering 
eyes again. I bring the cantaloupe up to my nose and 
sniff. My eyes never leave hers and I have the sudden 
urge to stick my tongue out and lick the fruit, but I 
control myself. I hold it out to her and ask what she 
thinks. She says no and starts picking out melons and 
sniffing their ends. I watch as she bends over into the 
bin and admire the view as her pants stretch tight across 
her nice round ass. 

She's wearing nylon tear away pants that people wear to 
the gym and they really mold to her posterior. My heart 
starts beating a little faster and a little more blood 
reaches my dick. She looks over her shoulder and holds a 
melon out to me. In doing so she sees me admiring the 
view and she straightens up quickly. I thank her 
profusely and she mumbles a welcome and goes to move 
away. I figure I had better say something else if I'm to 
find anything out about this babe.

"I love your hair," I blurt out. 

"Do you?" She looks back and smiles, making my heart melt 
a little. "I just had it done!" She adds. "And, I didn't 
know if I really liked it or not."

"Well, it's got my vote," I blather on.

She extends her hand and introduces herself as "Grace". I 
shake and tell her I'm Tom.

She says, "Like Selleck." 

I frown and say yes. I know what's coming next and I tell 
myself I've got to get a new smile.

"It's the dimples," she stage whispers, seeing my 
reaction.

"I know!" 

We talk about her hair a little more, then we talk about 
fruit, then we talk about the weather, then we talk about 
jobs, then we talk about going to my place for dinner, 
but she smiles and says sorry she can't. I look at her 
hand and see a ring; usually one of the first things I 
look for, but I had been bedazzled by the hair. We chat a 
little more and find out we have a friend in common and 
she says, "so your that Tom!" 

I ask her what she means and she gives me an enigmatic 
smile and says, "Oh, nothing!" She says she has to go and 
turns to leave. I watch her walk away. She seems to have 
put a little something extra into her walk and that ass 
is begging me to follow. I let out a loud sigh and the 
produce manager does the same. I look at him and he grins 
back at me. 

"It's your fault you know!" I tell him and he chuckles.

"I have a problem working in front of an audience!" I 
tell him.

"Lady's married, bub!" 

"So's your wife, but I've been doing her for a while 
now!" I say to his smirking face and then move away 
quickly as the clouds move across his eyes.

I grab a few more items I can't live without and head for 
the check out. I spot my favorite check out girl and 
queue up in her aisle. I realize that Grace is two people 
in front of me and we nod to each other. I watch as she 
moves up to the head of the line and she unloads her 
cart. 

"Damn, she's nice!" I say to myself as I watch the way 
she moves and tosses her hair.

She engages Roxy, the check out girl, in conversation and 
I see them both look over at me. My brows go up in a 
silent question and they look back at each other and 
twitter a little. 

"God! They're making fun of me!" I say to myself and 
wonder if my days as a stud are numbered.

Grace pays for her groceries and waves to me as she 
pushes her cart towards the exit. I watch her all the way 
to the door and see her turn at the last second to see if 
I'm watching. I am, and she smiles broadly before pushing 
her cart outside.

I finally get my turn at the check out after the little 
old lady in front of me paid for her one onion and quart 
of milk by painstakingly counting out a hundred pennies 
and some silver. I check the date on my own milk to make 
sure it hasn't expired while I was waiting. Roxy asks 
what I'm doing and I tell her. She breaks out into 
laughter and I feel like everyone in the store is 
watching us.

We engage in our usual banter and I ask her if she's left 
her husband yet. She says no, and I chastise her for 
keeping her wondrous bounty from mankind. She laughs and 
says I'm the biggest flirt she's ever known. I tell her I 
have eyes for her only and she says, "that's not what 
Grace said!"

Now I know what they were giggling about. 

"You know Grace?" 

"Just met her." She replies with a smile at my interest. 

"I see."

"I told her I liked her new hair style and she told me 
she had already been told so by the gentleman at the end 
of the line!" Roxy said with a cocked eyebrow.

"She called me a gentleman, huhn?"

"Yes she did. Poor confused woman!" Roxy lamped then 
added, "I thought you said you liked my hair the best."

She gave her head a twist and her long white ponytail 
swung around to the front of her right shoulder. I 
resisted reaching out and touching it, but it was 
difficult.

"If you ever lay that hair on one of my pillows, I'll 
adorn it with diamonds and gold!" I told her, raising 
both eyebrows. 

"Someday, I'm going to take you up on that offer and then 
you'll run away squealing like a frightened little boy!" 
She said, but we both new I wouldn't.

I paid my bill and grabbed my cart. I started pushing it 
away and broke into song, "My day will come...." I looked 
back and Roxy was laughing. I winked at her and went on 
my way.

I got home and put away my purchases and set about frying 
up my steak. I sliced up some mushrooms, added a dab of 
butter, and then fixed a salad. I had just sat down to 
enjoy my meal when the phone rang. I was alone in the 
house and I contemplated letting the machine pick it up, 
but for some reason I reached for the portable and hit 
the power button. I said hello and a soft voice said.

"Hi! It's the melon girl!"

I thought for a second, but didn't recognize the voice. 

"You'll have to do better than that," I told the voice. 
"All the girls I know have melons." 

"Have they ever let you sniff the ends?" She asked with a 
chuckle.

"Grace!" I exclaimed. "Well, this is a surprise!" I 
paused for a second then asked, "How'd you get my 
number?" I have an unlisted number and guard it well.

"I was speaking to Cheryl and she gave it to me. I hope 
that was all right?" She asked with a worried tone 
creeping into her voice. 

I told her it wasn't a problem and that I was glad to 
speak to her again. She told me she was interested in my 
writing and we got into a long conversation. Suddenly she 
said she had to go because her husband had just come 
home, but would I come over the next day for coffee and 
more conversation. I said sure and we set up a time that 
suited us both. I hung up and turned to my cold steak. Oh 
well! I told myself. I sliced it thin and threw it on top 
of the salad, added a little ranch dressing and settled 
for second best.

***

I showed up at Grace's at one o'clock and she met me at 
the door wearing a man's shirt tied into a knot above her 
navel and a pair of tight jeans. The shirt was unbuttoned 
and held together by the knot only. I tried not to stare 
at her cleavage and wondered how I had missed those 
breasts the previous day. She lead me into the kitchen 
and I watched that round ass as closely as the pilot 
who's taxiing in and following the small truck with the 
blinking sign that says, "Follow Me, Follow Me." 

We sat on stools at the breakfast nook and she poured us 
both some really good coffee. I looked her over and liked 
what I saw. I figured her for about thirty-five give or 
take and she was in really good shape. The dusky skin 
that was exposed at her midriff showed definite signs of 
muscle tone.

We talked about the writing process and she told me how 
she had always wanted to write a novel, but had never had 
the time. I encouraged her to try and the conversation 
moved onto some of my experiences with editors and 
publishers. I told her some funny stories and she laughed 
more than she should. I could feel the tension building 
between us. 

At one point her spoon fell off the table and as I got 
off my chair to retrieve it she slid off of hers and we 
wound up smacking our foreheads together. We both laughed 
and rubbed the tender spots. She reached up and rubbed my 
forehead and I reached up and did hers. I looked into her 
eyes and they seemed to be smoldering. 

The next thing I knew, her tongue was half way to my 
stomach and she was about to tell me what I had for 
breakfast. She'd had toast, jam, and orange juice. I 
jest, but my tonsils were getting a good cleaning that's 
for sure. I put my hands on her bare waist and pulled her 
into me. She groaned and tightened her grip around my 
neck. 

I picked her up and went through a door only to find the 
dinning room. I carried her through another door and 
wound up in a den. I started for another door and she 
mumbled, "Un-uhn!" Into my throat. I ransomed my tongue 
and said, "I give up!"

She giggled and nodded towards door number two. I pushed 
through it and found myself at the bottom of a stairway. 
I contemplated putting her down, but that damn macho 
monster popped up and said no. I carried her up the 
stairs and went into the first door on the right only to 
find myself in a bathroom.

"Maybe I should stop and ask for directions!" I said.

She had been nibbling on my ear lobe and she stopped long 
enough to say, "two doors down."

I walked down the hall way and decided that if this 
wasn't it I would become a priest.

It was it, and I laid her down onto the bed. I reached 
down and slipped off her loafers. She reached for the 
zipper to her pants, but I pushed her hand away. I 
unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down. I 
grabbed the cuffs and pulled. She raised her butt a 
little and the pants slid off. She had on flowered, 
bikini underwear. I could make out a small wet spot at 
the crotch and the smell of sex wafted up to me. Not the 
bad smell, but the pheromone smell. The smell that makes 
our nostrils flare and our cocks swell. 

I bent down and pressed my lips against her sex. I licked 
her through her panties and she groaned. I did that for a 
minute and then I reached up and pulled her wet panties 
off. Her pussy was bare and my mouth watered. Her labia 
was swollen and the lips puffed out. There was moisture 
seeping out of her cunt and it glistened. She sat up and 
pulled the shirt up and over her head. Her breasts 
appeared and I took in a breath. They were even bigger 
than I imagined. 

"Where'd you hide those?" I asked.

She giggled and reached up to pinch and pull on both of 
her nipples. The aureoles and nipples were a chocolate 
brown. They weren't big and they didn't stick out inches; 
they were just nice. My mouth itched to get at them and I 
watched as she continued to pull and tweak her nipples. I 
looked up into her eyes and was greeted with pure animal 
lust. 

She let go of her breasts and reached for my belt. She 
quickly undid it and pulled my zipper down. I wasn't 
wearing underwear and my pubic hair came into view. She 
reached in and grabbed the base of my cock and tried to 
pull it out, but in its swollen condition it wouldn't 
cooperate. She pulled harder and I figured I had better 
help or learn the alto parts to my favorite opera. I 
pushed my pants down and my cock sprung out at her. 

"Ooooh!" She groaned and grabbed hold of it like she was 
drowning and I had just thrown her a line. She stroked me 
hard and her other hand sought out my balls. I was 
starting to wonder if I would come out of this intact.

I struggled to get my shoes off without untying them. 
Then I stepped out of my pants. I pulled my shirt off 
without unbuttoning it and then we were both naked. She 
let go of my balls and ran her hand up my abs and grabbed 
one of my nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was 
gentler with my nipple as she slowly twirled it. I 
reached down and returned the favor. Her breasts were 
firm and I caressed them gently before grasping her 
nipples between my fingers and twirling them as she did 
mine. 

She opened her mouth and looking me in the eyes she bent 
forward and stuck her tongue out. Her tongue caressed my 
cock and my eyes fluttered. She smiled with her mouth 
open and suddenly popped the head of my cock into her 
mouth. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down the 
shaft of my cock. She had done this before. I thought she 
would gag, but she took it all in and I felt her nose 
press against my pelvis. She pulled back and I watched my 
now glistening cock reappear. She dove back down quickly 
and then started bobbing up and down.

I ran my fingers through her hair and enjoyed the 
sensation. She licked and sucked and fondled my balls. 
She reached behind me and grabbing both cheeks of my ass 
pulled me deep into her mouth. I knew I would cum if she 
kept it up, but I let her have her head. Or rather, let 
her have my head, or...well anyway, I didn't stop her. I 
reached down and placed a hand under her chin. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. I told her I was 
going to cum and she just kept on going. I felt my balls 
tighten and suddenly my cock swelled and I spewed into 
her mouth. She had me on the out stroke so I didn't worry 
about her drowning. I did worry about falling to my knees 
and her not letting go of my cock so I locked my knees 
and shuddered. 

She kept on swallowing and slurping until there was 
nothing left to swallow and my cock was too soft to 
slurp. She let it fall out of her mouth and she looked up 
at me with a grin like that of the cat who just ate all 
the cream. I smiled and pushed her back onto the bed.

"My turn," I said, and dove into her shaven snatch. She 
was sopping wet and I could feel my chin get sticky as I 
drove my tongue deep into her. I lapped at her slit and 
moved up to her clit. I sucked the little guy into my 
mouth and gave him a good bath. She moaned loudly and 
shifted her legs around until they were on my shoulders. 
I was kneeling on the floor and had great access to her 
tender parts. I licked, and poked, and prodded. 

She moaned, and groaned, and shuddered. I focused on her 
clit and drew it between my lips. I assaulted it the best 
I knew how and it didn't fight back. Her breathing had 
become ragged and she was letting out loud moans as her 
head rocked back and forth. Suddenly her hands grabbed my 
hair and pulled me into her. I didn't think I could get 
closer, but was too busy to argue. Her thighs clamped 
around my neck and she let out a long sibilant moan.

I kept on licking and every swipe brought a loud, "Uhn!" 
and a shudder out of her. She finally un-clamped her legs 
and un-clawed her hands. I checked to make sure my head 
was still attached to my body. I scrambled up onto the 
bed and she pulled me down for a kiss. We swapped bodily 
fluids and I could taste the tang of my cum and the musk 
of her juices. 

She must have thought my tongue worked better than hers 
because she grabbed hold of it and wouldn't give it back. 
I polished her teeth for a while and fondled one of her 
breasts. She suddenly felt my hard again cock pressing 
into her thigh and she pulled her mouth away and looked 
down between us.

"Damn!" She said, eyes open wide. "Cheryl was right!"

"Cheryl was right about what?" I asked.

She reached down and grasped my hard cock and squeezed. 

"About this!"

"Oh!" I said knowingly, but didn't really know what she 
meant. 

She pushed on my shoulder and I rolled onto my back. She 
straddled me and aimed my cock at her freshly washed 
cunt. She slid down onto me and I felt her silky warmth 
engulf my cock. She moved her hips slowly back and forth 
rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. I watched her 
cantaloupe sized breasts swaying above me.

"Come here and let me sniff the ends!" I said to her and 
she giggled and bent forward.

She had the type of nipples that look like they should 
taste like chocolate or maybe cinnamon. I wrapped my lips 
around her left nipple and swirled my tongue around. It 
tasted like cinnamon. I must have had a strange look on 
my face, because she smiled and asked:

"Do you like it. It's nipple make up. It's supposed to 
taste like cinnamon!"

My bubble burst. I thought I had finally found the one. 
The one with magical cinnamon breasts. I hid my 
disappointment and continued to suckle. I fondled her 
breasts and switched from one to the other. She enjoyed 
the stimulation and gently rocked her cunt against me. I 
reached around and ran my hands down her back and onto 
her ass cheeks. I grasped her cheeks and squeezed. I ran 
a finger into her crack and tickled her bud. She moaned 
and pressed her cunt down harder. "Hmmm!" I said to 
myself and slowly pushed my finger passed her sphincter. 
She groaned and pushed back against my finger. I slowly 
started to slide it in and out and her tempo increased. 

She stopped the back and forth motions and started 
pistoning up and down. My finger was deep enough to feel 
my cock as it slid by. I tried to keep up the finger 
action, but her motions made that impossible. I pulled it 
out and grabbed hold of her sides. She was playing with 
her own breasts, pulling and squeezing them in her hands. 
Her head was thrown back and she was moaning a mantra of 
"yesses." I brought my right hand around and laid it flat 
on her stomach with the thumb extended down. I rubbed the 
ball of my thumb on her clit and she mumbled, "Oh, Yeah!"

I kept on fondling her clit as she pumped up and down on 
my cock. She put a little twist into her hip motion, 
which really felt good. She put out a lot of moisture and 
soon there was this loud squishing noise. It was slightly 
annoying and she must have felt the same way. But, no 
matter what she did, it wouldn't stop. She went slower, 
then faster. She twisted to the right, then to the left. 
She leaned forward, then she leaned back. The only thing 
that happened was that the sound changed pitch. 

"With a little practice," I told her, "you could probably 
do the star spangled banner."

She broke into laughter and I watched her breasts jiggle. 
Her laughing actually felt pretty good. It caused her 
cunt muscles to contract around my cock. 

"Fuck it!" She said and went back to making music.

I looked up at her and her hair was hanging down around 
her face. There's something about looking up at a woman 
who's ridding your dick and seeing her hair hanging down 
into her face. It's a real sensuous look. Her eyes were 
in shadow and her lips were open slightly. I watched her 
tongue play along her bottom lip and I groaned. She must 
have read my mind, because she smiled and shook her head 
tossing her hair about. I reached up and ran my fingers 
through her hair, pulled her face down to mine and we 
kissed deeply. Her curly hair tickled the sides of my 
face and neck. I felt a surge in my groin and told her I 
was close. 

She pushed herself up and renewed her fucking with vigor. 
She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I 
squeezed and pulled as I had seen her do and it 
apparently did the trick. Her lips pursed and her eyes 
clamped shut. I felt her cunt pulse around my cock and it 
pulled the cum right out of me. I pushed up into her and 
she pushed down onto me. We both groaned and surrendered 
to our pleasures. 

The quaking and shuddering came to an end and she 
collapsed onto me. I hugged her into me and ran my hand 
up and down her back. 

I was about to say something nice when a strange male 
voice said: "What the fuck...."

I nearly threw her onto the floor as I pushed her off of 
me. I sat up and there was a short, fat, bald guy 
standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?" I asked stupidly, knowing what he was 
going to say.

"I'm her husband you cock-sucker!" He said and I watched 
his face go red and his fists clench. I was going to 
correct his apparent error as to who had been sucking 
what, but figured now wasn't the time for my wry sense of 
humor. I jumped off the bed and pulled my pants on, 
hoping this wouldn't be another one of those times when I 
had to go running naked out into the street. Damn that's 
embarrassing. I thought I might gain some time by looking 
at her and yelling:

"You're married!"

I looked over at him as I pulled on my shirt and saw that 
he wasn't buying it. He took a couple of angry steps 
towards me and I straightened up and gave him the "are 
you sure?" look. I was bigger, younger, and in a hell of 
a lot better shape than he was. I saw his eyes register 
and he veered towards his wife. I was trying to slip into 
my shoes as I saw him raise a hand as if to slap her.

"Touch her and I'll kill you!" I said in my iciest tone. 

His hand wavered and then he turned and left the room. I 
heard his footsteps shamble down the stairs and then a 
door slam. I untied my shoelaces and sitting on the edge 
of the bed I finally slipped my shoes on. I retied my 
laces, stood up, and tucked in my shirt. I turned and 
confronted my lover. She was sitting, still naked, on the 
little stool in front of her vanity. She watched me 
expectantly. 

"You knew he would be coming home didn't you?"

Her legs were crossed and she had an elbow resting on her 
knee. Her chin rested in the palm of her hand. 

"Um-hum!" She uttered.

"Why?" I asked and she knew what I meant.

"Because, I hate the bastard and he won't give me a 
divorce!"

"Have you done this before?" I inquired.

"Nope!" She answered glibly, "first time."

"And you think this'll work?"

"Oh yeah!" She answered raising her chin off her hand. 

"You could have just left him!" I told her.

"This is my house!" She informed me.

"You would have kept the house," I said, frowning, "the 
woman always gets the house!"

"No! I mean this is my house. I bought it, paid for it, 
and I'll be damned if I'm the one that packs up and 
leaves!"

I looked around me at the spacious room with its hard 
wood flooring and antique furniture.

"I thought you were a waitress?" I asked, remembering our 
conversation of the previous day.

"Oh! I wait tables sometimes, but in my restaurant!"

"What's he do?"

"He's a restaurant supplier. That's how we met."

"Why'd you marry him?" I asked, remembering the short 
squat figure standing in the doorway.

"He said he would give me my start up money. Like a 
dowry, you know?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"You don't approve?"

"I don't know what I approve of anymore!" I told her. "I 
just slept with a married woman and I knew she was!"

"Yes you did!" She said and smiled. "You know.... if you 
should want a rematch?"

"Yeah!" I answered and rolled my eyes again. "Like, call 
me when the ink is dry!"

"I will!" She said and leaned back against the vanity, 
her arms spread and resting on either side of her. The 
leg that crossed over the other started swinging back and 
forth. Damn, she was gorgeous. I knew that if she ever 
called, I would come running.

"Would you come?" She asked as though reading my mind. I 
smiled and walked towards the door.

"You going to be okay?" I asked, thinking about her 
husband and how he had intended to slap her.

"Yeah." She smiled, "don't worry. The little weasel knows 
I'll beat the crap out of him if he touches me."

"Fine," I said, "see you 'round the market."

"Oh, I don't shop there!" She informed me and I came to a 
halt.

"But..." I thought and shook my head.

"It was Cheryl's idea."

The light went on and my mouth dropped open. I had to 
close it to talk so I did.

"You mean that whole thing yesterday was you setting me 
up for this?" I asked and nodded at the bed.

"Yeah!" She nodded sadly, "but, if it'll help I thought 
your approach was good and if I hadn't known you I might 
still have been tempted."

"Oh, thanks," I moaned. "Thanks a lot."

I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I found the 
front door after opening a couple of closets and walked 
to my car. I checked the tires to make sure they weren't 
flat and then got in and drove away. I thought about 
going home, but then decided on driving the ten miles to 
Cheryl's house. Payback was a bitch and so was she.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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