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Betrayed Bride
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

Upper middle class sex abounds from the virgin bride to 
the seventeen year old girl who causes the virgin bride 
to seek revenge when her husband beds another. (MFF, 
inc, 1st, swing)

***

For the past year I felt the world was mine. My world 
exploded as if the end of time had come. Wham, I 
experienced a tragedy ending all I had planned and 
lived for from the time I met my husband in college. 
Only three days short of my first anniversary the man I 
married and my college sweetheart, Mr. Dudley Wilson, 
tore my heart apart.

Now I'm setting in my kitchen, sipping my first cup of 
coffee of the day. I'm attempting to read the morning 
paper, but find I'm unable to concentrate in a 
sufficient manner to follow the words on the pages. I 
cringe as my mind reverts to what I learned yesterday 
that caused my life to crumble into worthlessness.

Yesterday morning after having coffee with my friends I 
stopped at the dry cleaners to pick up my husband's 
suits. The clerk at the counter, Mrs. Linda Charleston, 
who with her husband George owns the cleaners, passed 
an envelop to me with my change. Linda said to me in a 
shy voice, "The items in the envelop were found in your 
husband's suit jackets. I feel bad having to give you 
these and hoped Dudley would stop to pick up his 
suits."

After leaving the cleaners and having known Mrs. 
Charleston since I was a little girl, as my parents 
used their dry cleaners. I sat behind the wheel of my 
300 Hemi and opened the oversized envelop I'd been 
given. Dumping the contents of the envelop on my lap 
with a great deal of reluctance as I hadn't forgotten 
Mrs. Charleston's comments or look of concern on her 
face.

Looking down at my lap I saw two condom packs, three 
small pieces of paper that had been torn from other 
papers. There was a diamond earring and the stone in 
the pierced ring post I determined was a high quality 
yellow diamond of at least three-quarter carat.

When I unfolded the first scrap of paper I read, "Oh 
Duddy, you gave me such pleasure yesterday during 
lunch. Why can't we have more than an hour or two 
together in a hotel room? Love you, Denise."

The second folded note I opened in fear after reading 
the contents of the first note. This time the fancy 
hand writing indicated it was written by a young 
female. The note was short and to the point, "Dudley, I 
would love to be with you next Friday after work. 
Needless to say I will be yours as you're always 
teasing me how you want to be my first. Okay, you may 
be my first. You must be nice to me as I'm afraid of 
what it will be like because of my being only 
seventeen. Yours if you wish, BreeAnn."

"Oh my God," I said aloud as I realized the note was 
assuredly penned by none other than the over cute and 
extremely sexy, and even I had to admit, BreeAnn was 
stacked beyond description. Yes, the note was without 
doubt authored by none other than BreeAnn Shockenstein.

BreeAnn is the daughter of Dudley's boss at the law 
firm. My husband had spoken about the girl and told me 
she was working for the law firm over the summer and 
assigned to him to handle some of his administrative 
duties.

During parties at the home of the firm's senior 
partner, I had observed the teenager in both swimming 
attire and semi-formal dress. When this girl strolled 
past men in her skimpy two piece bikini or the stunning 
white one piece with red trim bathing suit she drew 
attention. Instant attention whether she wished such or 
not. This girl was pure unadulterated sex from her 
toenails to the well groomed jet black hair crowning 
her lovely face.

The third note wasn't kind in its content to my 
cheating husband, "Damn you Dudley, call me or else. 
Here is my new number, 555-1769. If you don't call me 
by next Wednesday I will call your 'charming shit' of a 
wife as you call her. Your affectionate bedmate, 
Heather." Who this note was from I didn't know, but I 
wanted to scream when considering my husband referred 
to me as his 'charming shit' to some other woman.

*

Driving home from the cleaners I was stopped by a 
policeman for speeding. His seeing I was crying, he 
didn't give me a ticket after inquiring what my problem 
was that caused me to cry. At first I didn't wish to 
admit to a stranger what was bothering me, but when I 
explained my problem to him said he wouldn't ticket me. 
However he told me that I must slow down because of my 
emotional condition after discovering my husband's 
infidelity.

Now my mind recalled how I'd cried for over an hour 
once I arrived home and read, and then re-read the 
notes time after time until I had them memorized. 
Attempting to determine who the expensive diamond 
earring belonged to I wondered who this expensive half 
of a set belonged to, plus how many other women my 
husband of less than a year was involved with. 

Even worse was the fear of the unknown and how long 
Dudley had been unfaithful to me. My mind traveled in 
every-which-way, and my brain now imprinted with images 
of my spouse bedding women before Dudley and I married.

When Dudley arrived home from work, I was lying on the 
guest room bed. Watching my cheating husband walk into 
the room and ask, "What are you doing in bed here in 
the guest room - is something wrong? Are you feeling 
ill? What is it honey?"

Wanting to tell him to simply drop dead, I knew that 
the better part of valor said I must plan my actions, 
and then tear into him at another time when things were 
such I could beat him at his own game. Replying to his 
questions, I replied," Guess it's my monthly time... 
could you fix yourself something for dinner?" 

That night I didn't sleep in our master suite bed as 
the idea of Dudley wanting sex with me was something I 
couldn't fathom my cheating husband placing his manhood 
in my body and depositing his semen in me was 
reprehensible. The idea of sleeping with my cheating 
ass husband was intolerable and the thought of his 
touching me caused me to nearly vomit.

One thing was certain, I'd make Dudley stir in his 
juices before announcing I was aware of his forgoing 
his marriage vows. "You will pay and pay big time 
Dudley," I said to myself before falling to sleep that 
night.

*

When Dudley and I married I was a virgin at twenty-two. 
During the time we dated I refused to engage in sex. On 
two occasions I performed oral sex on him to satisfy 
his pleading that I allow him make love to me. Many 
times he would say, "Just once sweetie, just this one 
time let me make love to you and I'll never ask you 
again."

This I found childish and reminded me of guys in high 
school using the same line in their attempt to have sex 
with me. Only once did I consider letting a boy have 
sex with me, and I guess my purity was saved in a 
humorous way when Billy Anderson was attempting to 
shove it in me and he shot his stuff all over me. That 
night we were parked in a spot on the back of his 
parents' farm and I had refused to take my panties off. 
I had told him, "Billy I won't take my panties off and 
if you want to do it, then you must figure out how to 
do it with my clothes on."

Billy had told me he was also a virgin and I would be 
his first, as he was mine. While he lay over me and was 
using his hand to hold my panties crotch open to one 
side and put his thing in me, he couldn't seen to get 
it in me in his excitement. Suddenly he moaned and the 
next thing both of us knew was he squirted off all over 
me and my panties.

When he asked me about ten minutes later to let him try 
again, I said okay and once more his excitement caused 
him to flood my crotch with his male liquid again. 
After I got home I decided to never date Billy again as 
I knew he would attempt to do me every time we dated. 
That night I had lost reason and agreed to have sex 
with him, even though I really didn't want sex.

*

Until last night I had forgotten Dudley's comment to me 
after I'd give him oral sex and he told me in what I 
took at the time as a joke, "What the hell do I have to 
do to have sex with you Justine? Marry you to get your 
precious cherry? Okay, we'll get married a month from 
now, and then will I be able to slide between those 
fantastic thighs and pop that sweet cherry you have 
hidden deep inside your pretty tummy?"

Two months later Dudley and I were married and my 
wedding night I found the delightful and pleasurable 
experiences of sharing with the man I loved. Having 
waited to give up my virginity to my husband who I 
loved and dated the last two years of college and 
during the past two years of my teaching science at the 
high school. 

At the same time I'd started working towards my 
master's degree, so our time together was limited. But 
not when it came to sex. Sex was something I wanted 
each and every day of the week, and more on weekends.

I will never forget the initial loss of my virginity as 
Dudley worked into me slowly until he eased against my 
hymen. I recall whispering to him, "Ugh... oh gee 
darling that kind of hurt."

Dudley asked me, "Did I strike you cherry sweetheart? 
Are you ready to be my virgin bride and give yourself 
to me?"

With deep love in my soul I replied, "Yes, darling I'm 
ready for you to make me your wife fully - and 
wonderfully. Once more my darling was slowly striving 
to enter me all the way. With three short strokes, 
Dudley worked his thick and hard manhood back and forth 
within my yearning body. For the prior several minutes 
he had made easy and short strokes in my willing vagina 
and my body responded to his love making. His actions 
caused my hips to wiggle under him.

Never will I forget Dudley asking me, "You want me to 
take you all the way don't you Justine? You ready for 
me to get your cherry... if so tell me you want me to 
pop your cherry?"

"Yes darling I'm ready... I... want... you... to pop... 
my... cherry." Saying that had been difficult, but I 
loved him for waiting to make me his on our wedding 
night. 

My breath caught in my throat and I cried out from the 
pain as Dudley split my virginity as he made three fast 
and brutal jabs of his manhood into my sex. The shock 
of Dudley driving his penis into my body so suddenly 
and hard that it didn't dawn on me he intended to make 
me feel pain for refusing him sex before we married.

"You just took my cock Justine so your sweet cherry 
went bye-bye," Dudley said as he drove into me with a 
slamming drive on the first, second and third stroke of 
his lust educed needs.

The sudden striking deep and hard into me, while 
feeling his erection strike against my virginity and 
tear it apart was hurtful and the pain so unexpected 
that I cried out, "Aiyeeeeeeee, oh Dudley it hurts... 
stop for a moment."

"Take me little wife, take my cock," Dudley said as he 
repeatedly pounded me with his cock. 

Even though I wasn't experienced sexually, I knew what 
I was suffering wasn't part of having sex, especially 
for a woman's first time. "No, not that way, augh my 
gawd," I cried out as he pulled back and forced himself 
into and it seemed he again tore my virginity from my 
body.

Instead of stopping or being gentle, my husband slammed 
his body back and forth against my own. Dudley worked 
his penis into and back out of me as fast as he could 
move his firm member within my sexual opening. The pain 
of his jabbing against my inner sexual parts was 
troubling and I sobbed out my request he be gentle and 
love me slowly and without so much pain.

Instead Dudley grunted and rutted like a wild animal 
with the stroking of his erection in and out of my 
body. Finally it was over and he rolled off me. I 
recall curling up in a ball and facing away from my 
husband. There was no doubt Dudley had just made me a 
woman, though I cried from both the pain and the manner 
in which I had been taken.

After a few minutes Dudley moved against my back and 
hugged me and told me how much he loved me. Within a 
few moments I could feel his penis growing larger until 
his erection was probing between my buttocks. Finally 
he asked me to roll over so we could make love again. 
When he moved over my body I could see the blood on him 
and knew it was from my virginity. 

This time Dudley made love to me slow and gentle 
strokes. For the next few minutes his strokes built me 
to an orgasm. I whispered, "Darling Dudley, oh you're 
making me get off. Yes darling... yes... I'm ready. Oh 
Dud... Dudley I'm coming sweetheart, oh yes..."

After our wedding night we engaged in sex every night 
and there were times when neither Dudley nor I would be 
satisfied until he had taken me twice or three times. 
Some weekends we spent in bed and it seemed he couldn't 
get enough of me. I'll always remember the first time 
he performed oral sex on me and the intense pleasure 
caused me to tell him over and over how much I loved 
him.

We had been married three months when Dudley wanted me 
to have anal sex. At first I refused and told him I 
couldn't believe couples engaged in such sexual 
practices. Although a couple of my girlfriends in 
college said it was better than straight intercourse.

The first time was difficult accepting him in my anus, 
but Dudley worked his manhood slowly and eventually 
entered me fully. After he was deep inside my anus, he 
held himself still in my rear opening. Dudley moved 
slowly while he was building to his climax and he 
reached under me and played with my clit.

This brought me off as he unleashed his male juices 
deep in my bowels. The sensations were unbelievable and 
I understood what my girlfriends meant when they 
described anal sex amongst us in our dorm room.

The day after Mrs. Charleston had discovered the notes 
and gave them to me, I remained at home instead of 
meeting my friends for coffee.  During the summer 
months when school is out we would meet each morning 
for friendship and enjoy discussing what was going on 
in our lives. 

My life as I told my friends consisted of lovingly 
describing limited details of some of the sexual 
exploits Dudley and I enjoyed together. Needless to say 
two of the other women and me were amazed when Connie 
Higgins informed us she and her husband were sexually 
involved with other couples. 

Three other women were like me and Dee Martin bluntly 
asked, "Connie, are you telling us your swingers? How 
can you undress and let someone see you naked as the 
day you were born. Is Jeff in the room with you... good 
grief girl that is sinful? You're having sex with 
strangers. God almighty!" and looked like she would 
faint.

"Certainly and sometimes it's just Jeff and another man 
and little old me. Heck Dee, until you have two guys 
doing you, you haven't lived. Once there were four guys 
and me. What a night. How about all of you coming to my 
house for the party next month?" and her face reflected 
what she assuredly enjoyed being a swinger and having 
multiply partners.

My mind reverted back to the current time and I walked 
tepidly to my bedroom. I opened the walk-in closet and 
looked at my husband's suits hanging in the closet. 
Moving slowly to the first coat, I slipped my hand 
inside all of the pockets of the suit, but found 
nothing. Then I repeated the same on the second coat 
and found a folded piece of paper. 

Repeating this with each of Dudley's coats, I 
thoroughly checked the inside pockets and found several 
more items providing evidence of his cheating. Taking 
the items to the kitchen, I lay them on the table. Then 
remember his asking I take two of his other suits to 
the cleaners.

Moving to the hallway leading from the kitchen to the 
laundry room and into the garage, I saw he'd placed the 
two suits to be cleaned on the table in the laundry 
room.

Picking up the first coat I found nothing in the 
pockets. Taking the second coat in my hands I searched 
the inside pockets and found nothing. Easing my hand in 
the left pocket of the coat I felt something smooth and 
silky. I knew what I was feeling without easing the 
item from the suit coat pocket.

Pulling the item from the coat, I saw a satin and lace 
white thong panty. Across the front, written with a red 
marker, "For my darling, who if he takes these off me 
will have gotten my seventeen year old virginity. All 
my love, and willing, BreeAnn."

There was no doubt what the note on the thong panty 
meant and I recalled Dudley had worn this suit on 
Monday and hadn't gotten home until after ten that 
evening. Dudley had called and informed me a group of 
the attorneys were doing a mock case for a major client 
the next day, so he would be late getting home.

My hand searched the pocket on the right side of the 
suit and found a piece of paper. Pulling it from the 
pocket I found a crumpled up hotel receipt for last 
Monday. Looking at the receipt I saw a guest receipt 
for room 1717. There was no doubt the room had been 
reserved to match BreeAnn's age of seventeen. "You 
bastard Dudley. Damn you Dudley, I hope you go to 
Hell."

Picking up the phone on the kitchen counter, and after 
getting a fresh cup of coffee, I dialed Dudley's office 
number. Hearing the sweet voice of the receptionist 
say, "Shockenstein - Martin - Herstize and 
Shockenstein, may I help you?" 

I replied, "BreeAnn Shockenstein, please."

When the call was transferred and rang twice, I 
listened to the sweet young voice answer, "This is Ms 
Shockenstein, how may I help you?" the sultry voice 
inquired.

Wanting to strangle the young bitch on the other end of 
the phone I replied, "Yes. Are you the BreeAnn that 
works for Mr. Dudley Wilson?"

"Yes I am, but why are you asking? What case may I help 
with Miss?"

"It's not Miss and my title is Mrs. BreeAnn I'm calling 
because I wish you to know that only a few minutes ago 
I read a handwritten note on a pair of lace trimmed 
white throng panty. Guess what BreeAnn; the sentiment 
on the frilly and evidently sexually stained panty 
reads, "For my darling, who if he takes these off will 
get my seventeen year old virginity..."

BreeAnn's voice sound anxious and fraught with concern 
as she asked, "What - how did you get them? No, you're 
surely mistaken. Who is this?" and there could be no 
doubt her teen pitched voice sounded concerned.

"Darling BreeAnn... this is Mrs. Dudley Wilson. You 
should be aware of who I am, we've met various times. 
Oh and by the way, I have a Hyatt Hotel receipt for 
Room 1717 for this past Monday. Gee whiz, it was booked 
in your name - with your own credit card. How romantic 
for you to pay for the room my husband bedded you in - 
the room in which you gave him not only your cherry, 
but your panties."

Then my anger truly kicked in and shouted in the phone, 
"You fucking little slut of a teen whore... what should 
I do with your thong and receipt? Miss BreeAnn the no 
longer virgin slut? Should I have hand delivered them 
to your daddy?" and I loved hearing her reply and there 
could be not doubt she was definitely at a loss for 
words to reply to my dishonorable name calling.

"Uhhhh... Mrs. Wilson... I... you..."

"Shut the fuck up you little whore and give a message 
from me to your boss, "Tell him not to come home except 
to pick up his things, which will be in trash bags 
outside the door. You got that? And don't forget what I 
just told you, and you inform my ex what I said 
immediately."

Next I asked, "BreeAnn should I call your father and 
uncle at the firm, or will you deliver my message to 
Dudley?" and I loved hearing her response.

"Please Mrs. Wilson... don't call my father or uncle... 
I'll... yes, I'll tell Dudley... I mean Mr. Wilson."

Getting one more zinger in for good measure, I asked, 
"Did you like those eight inches of hard cock splitting 
your whoring cherry? My soon to be ex does have a good 
size cock... I'm curious; did he jam it in you after 
teasing your little cheating cunt and make you beg him 
to be gentle?"

My ears caught the fear in her young voice and it was 
obvious she didn't think before replying, "Yeah he 
did... I mean..."

"Oh... by the way, did he butt fuck you also? I asked 
with sarcasm in my voice.

Once more I listened as the teen voice responded 
without taking time to consider what she was saying 
until having confirmed my inquiry.

"Oh my God... yeah... twice he did that! Not only that, 
he had me suck him after he did my backside," the 
crying and pleading teen replied. With what could be 
nothing but tears chocking her voice as she informed 
me, "That seemed so gross for him to ask of me, but I 
love him... I mean..."

Hearing the young teen girl sucked my husband after 
he'd twice taken her butt, I remarked, "Damn, you got 
something I didn't experience with him. Then again I 
wouldn't wish to taste my own feces... did you enjoy 
tasting your own shit?"

"No, it was gross. Dudley said if I loved him I'd do it 
for him. Please, Mrs. Wilson let me explain! May we 
meet someplace and discuss this? I don't want my father 
or anyone else to know I've had sex... especially with 
an older married man?" I'm Jewish and this would kill 
my father and mother... please don't tell anyone what 
I've done."

Smiling as I replied, and said with glee in my voice, 
"So the little teen bitch of a Ho doesn't want anyone 
to know she gave up all three of her cherries... you're 
pitiful, yes, you're pitiful BreeAnn. Maybe I'll call 
your daddy now that I've finished speaking with you."

"No, oh no don't call my daddy... he'd kill me. Mrs. 
Wilson... please, won't you understand - I'm still sore 
and tender from what Dudley did to me," and her voice 
reflected the pleading sounds the teen was suffering. 
There was no doubt she was definitely concerned being 
caught in what was an adulterous situation with the 
wife of the man she had sex with, but her fear of 
"daddy" finding out she had sex was even more 
frightening. 

Yes, she smiled while thinking, "You were caught with 
your panties down so to speak, huh BreeAnn?" Justine 
could tell from listening to the teenage voice pleading 
her cause.

Telling the teenager, "BreeAnn, I hope he got your 
cherry ass hard and deep; and now I say to you goodbye 
whore. I won't call your father, at least yet. I hope 
you used protection as Dudley is full of potent sperm 
in his thick white semen," and hung up the phone.

No more than five minutes had past and as Justine 
expected, Dudley called. There wasn't only pleading in 
his voice, but fear reverberated in every word he spoke 
while begging she give him another chance. With glee in 
her mind, she listened to her husband's piteous and 
doleful imploring voice attempting to forget his 
pandering ways.

"Look honey, I'll be home in a half hour and we can 
discuss this..." Dudley commenced saying to his wife 
before she cut him off in a curt voice.

Justine was not only pissed off, but as a woman who 
valued her marriage vows, she stopped the suppliant 
comments her cheating husband was unquestionably 
wishing to say to her. She determined whatever Dudley 
might say would be lies. Speaking in a harsh voice, 
"You come home now and before you cheating ass arrives, 
I will call your no longer virgin teen lover's father. 
What do you think daddy will do if he find out you 
fucked his virgin daughter and got her virginity?" 

"Please darling... let's talk this over and I promise 
to never cheat on you again. Honey it was a one time 
thing and..."

"Shut your lying mouth Dudley! I know there were more 
women than little BreeAnn with her big tits. Shit if 
you were smart you would admit to all the others. You 
shouldn't leave things in your suit pockets. Damn you 
Dudley Wilson... I loved you and gave you all my love. 
For what? To have you kick it back at me?" and Justine 
knew she was shouting loud enough she almost need the 
phone for her ass of a husband to hear her even if he 
was about ten miles away.

Still using his persuasive manners as an attorney, 
Dudley's calm voice said, "Darling, I'll be there in a 
few..."

Knowing she mustn't believe him, Justine replied, "You 
come here before this evening and I can assure you that 
BreeAnn's daddy will know you had sex with his virgin 
daughter and she is still a minor. I'm certain you're 
smart enough to understand that's more than enough for 
you to be jailed? Let me tell you once more, you arrive 
home at your normal time and your stuff will be outside 
the back door. If you come before then or try to get in 
the house, I'll call the police and tell them what has 
happened. Trust me on this Dudley you're nothing but a 
cheating bastard. So if you know what's good for you, 
stay away?" Then Justine hung up the phone.

Calling a locksmith, Justine discovered there was a two 
hour wait, even as emergency service call to replace 
all the locks. While speaking with the locksmith, she 
walked to each of the outer doors as he asked and 
conveyed what locks were required. Agreeing to his 
schedule, Justine contacted the home security company 
and asked they come as quickly as permissible to update 
the security system.

Next she called the phone company and asked for a new 
unlisted number. She was informed it would be two days 
before this could be completed. Obtaining black outdoor 
plastic trash bags from the garage, Justine packed 
Dudley's clothes and personal items in them in with no 
specific order, nor did she fold his clothing to keep 
them from becoming winkled.

By the time the locksmith left, Dudley's things were in 
the trash bags and sit outside. By two in the afternoon 
she had completed all she could do to keep Dudley from 
her home.  Moving to the master bedroom saw their 
wedding photo on the chest of drawers and carried it 
outside and placed it on top of Dudley's bagged things. 

Walking back inside Justine turned on the heater in the 
hot tub by the pool and after undressing stepped into 
the still cool water. After ten minutes or so the hot 
swirling water splashed against her and she begin to 
relax. Lying back against the tub and enjoying the 
warming water, she found it allowed her mind to drift 
back in time of when she was a preteen and teenage 
girl. 

During her younger years she had the normal dream 
crushes on local boys, recording and Hollywood stars, 
and Justine smiled thinking of some of the crazy rock 
stars she "loved" and now thought how ridiculous they 
looked now she was older.

Her favorite uncle occupied her dreamy fantasizes when 
she was younger. In fact her fantasy became reality and 
not just imaginary romantic encounters. Justine 
recalled Uncle Drew informing her mom, his sister, he 
was going to visit Niagara Falls during a two week trip 
the summer I was twelve years old. I'd viewed lots of 
videos and postcards about Niagara Falls when 
completing a school project during the two month before 
school ended during my sixth grade.

Finally Uncle Drew agreed of my traveling with him on 
his trip. I knew he relented because of my mother 
explaining how much effort I'd put in on my school 
project about the falls. The first day on the road we 
joked and had a great time together. That afternoon we 
stopped around five at a motel with a large pool.

The pool had a slide that gave me terrific splashes in 
the three foot drop into the pool water. How many times 
I climbed the ladder to the top of the slide I don't 
remember, but by the time we stopped swimming and went 
back to our room I was tired and sore.

Uncle Drew told me to bathe first and while I dried my 
hair he would shower and then we would dressed and go 
out to eat dinner. My legs hurt like crazy from 
climbing the ladder and as I finished my shower, I 
wrapped a towel around my head to start it drying. My 
hair was long and reached nearly to my waist so it 
would take a while to dry it with the motel hair dryer.

Using another towel to wrap around my body, I walked 
out of the bathroom to where Uncle Drew was waiting his 
turn to shower. "Okay Uncle Drew, your turn, but could 
you look at my legs, they hurt like all get out from 
climbing the slide ladder?"

My uncle told me to hope up on the table where he was 
seated and reading the motel books of places to eat in 
the surrounding area. Without thinking I got up on the 
table and Uncle Drew took my right leg in his hand, 
then he moved it so my foot rested against his chest.

Even though I was only twelve, I understood this was 
exposing me. I knew Uncle Drew was getting an 
unobstructed view of my preteen sexual parts that 
wasn't concealed beneath the towel. Unquestionably my 
uncle must have been enjoying the view of my sex as he 
smiled and said in a hap-hazardous way, "You're growing 
up I can see," and he laughed as he patted the side of 
my leg.

Instead of being embarrassed because of what I knew was 
exposed to my uncle, I actually hoped he liked seeing 
me so personally. There was a silly thing in me that 
said I was on a date with a man, although I didn't 
consider it sexual, but a fun time being ornery in 
nature.

For a few minutes, Uncle Drew massaged my calf and part 
way up my thigh. After some time he pulled my left leg 
up and massaged that calf. I giggled as his fingers 
tickled the back of my knee. The moment of reality of 
what was happening to me came fast when I felt Uncle 
Drew's hand move further up my leg until it reached 
where my hips were resting on the table top.

Although his fingers didn't at first directly touch my 
sex, eventually I felt his fingers brushing along the 
sides of my thing. The reality of things changed 
suddenly when I felt him move my legs wider apart. 
Looking at his face I saw his eyes studying my private 
parts displayed beneath the towel.

The moment of truth came even more personal in a few 
moments as his fingers found the mark of my femininity. 
At first I was going to close my legs and hop down from 
the desk top. For the first time ever I was feeling 
what it meant to be sexually stimulated. My breath 
caught in my throat as Uncle Drew's fingers were 
pressing against my sex opening and strumming the small 
spot I'd recently discovered at the top of my female 
cut.

Wiggling my hips slightly was automatic as there was no 
way I could continue feeling his fingers touching me 
intimately without arousing me. Uncle Drew was creating 
a physical response and excitement that seemed to 
spread through my body by his touching my sex. Feeling 
his hands and fingers softly and warmly gripping the 
top of my legs caused me to pay attention to what his 
hands were doing under the towel wrapped around me.

After a few more minutes of wiggling around and at 
times laughing and joking with Uncle Drew, it caused 
the towel to fall open and it no longer concealed my 
body from my uncle's view. The towel had fallen away 
and exposed the entire front of my body to my uncle's 
eyes. Not only was I exposed, but my legs were parted 
more than sufficient enough to give him a view I hadn't 
expected. I should have been embarrassed, but instead 
something made me feel good that my nudity was 
available for my favorite uncle to view. Although I 
turned red from my face down onto my chest in a man 
seeing me naked for the first time.

"Whoa there," my uncle exclaimed as he stopped 
massaging my leg, yet his finger tips were in the outer 
entrance of my sex. For a little while his fingers 
stroked up and down between the lips of my sex and I 
liked the sensations the gentle touching was giving me. 
Uncle Drew looked at me setting nude before him, moved 
his hands from my leg and caught me around my waist. 

Uncle Drew eased me forward until my legs were on each 
side of his body. This caused my legs to spread wider 
and although I couldn't see my see, I knew it had to be 
spread apart and it seemed strange that a man could 
look up inside me, or that was how I conceived how I 
must appear to my uncle.

My body had recently started to develop and I was aware 
of sexual things from what mom had told me or I'd had 
been taught in fifth grade health class. The small 
bumps on my chest weren't yet breast, but small pointed 
swollen lumps with nickel size pink caps and the 
centers were pencil eraser size nipples.

No hair had yet had grown over my sex. Although a 
smattering of light colored fuzz had appeared on my 
fatty mons. Uncertain what to say or do, I joking 
remarked, "Guess you seen everything I've got to offer 
a man... you interested big boy?" and kept my legs 
parted.

Uncle Drew face showed his pleasure in viewing my body 
and his soft and gentle voice said, "Yes... Justine. 
God if you weren't so young I wouldn't hesitate to show 
you how interested I could be... Honeygirl, I can go to 
jail for having simply touched you as I did while you 
were seated on the desk. You know that don't you? Hell 
it's worth going to jail just seeing you."

After a short time when nothing was said by either of 
us, my uncle told me, "Justine I must tell you that 
just touching the beauty spot between your legs is the 
most fantastic thing I've ever done. I won't touch you 
again, but I hope we can keep this between us, 
Honeygirl?"

Sliding down from the table, I left the towel where it 
had fallen onto the desk and settled on my uncle's lap. 
Hugging my Uncle I wiggled my sex against him, and 
laying my face alongside his, whispered, "It is our 
secret and I loved your touching me... can we do it 
again?"

For the briefest of time my uncle hugged me to him and 
felt what I knew was his hard thing against my 
buttocks. I kissed his cheek while he told me, "Guess I 
better take my bath,"

He watched me walk nude to the vanity and begin drying 
my hair. Standing in front of the mirror while drying 
my hair, I loved knowing my being nude allowed my 
uncle's eyes to explore my naked body from behind and 
also view my frontal image in the mirror.

I'll never forget believing that my naked appearance 
appeared sexy to my handsome uncle. While I stood 
naked, Uncle Drew walked past me to the shower. I was 
disappointed he shut the bathroom door, but before 
entering the bathroom he gently spanked my naked butt 
as he walked past me. Uncle Drew remarked, "Honeygirl, 
you need to put something on before I forget you're my 
niece."

Having always considered my Uncle Drew as the most 
gorgeous man I knew, I had wanted to impress him, and 
when he came out of the bathroom he found me dressed in 
my favorite mini skirt and belly blouse.

Upon seeing I was dressed, my uncle remarked, "My 
goodness... you're a very attractive date I've got this 
evening. Where shall we go tonight and enjoy some great 
food, Honeygirl?"

After eating and returning to the motel room, I sat on 
the bed next to Uncle Drew as we watched a military 
shootem' up movie. After the movie my uncle said we 
needed to get to sleep, because we'd be getting an 
early start in the morning. I undressed and slipped on 
a tee-shirt to sleep in, I watched my uncle checking me 
out as I got completely nude before slipping the tee 
over my head.

Jumping into my bed for the night I rolled around under 
the covers for a few minutes, while making sniffling 
sounds. I hoped my actions would make my uncle think I 
was upset or afraid.

Uncle Drew asked, "Something wrong Honey girl?" which 
is what he called me for as long as I could remember.

"Kind off... I'm scarred being alone in this strange 
bed and..." as I spoke got out of bed. I walked to my 
uncle's bed and got in with him. He said I couldn't 
sleep with him, but could snuggle with him for a while.

That night started our sleeping together each night on 
the trip. Two nights later we had a hotel room on the 
Canadian side of the Niagara Falls and watch the water 
flow over the precipice.

The first night I wore my cutoff tee and my nearly 
uncovered youthful body allowed my sex to be seen as 
the shirt reached to just above my belly button. On the 
second night I slept nude and I snuggled against my 
uncle with one leg up over his thigh so I could rub my 
sex against his leg. 

After a short time I moved on top of uncle with my 
tingling sex pressing against the hard thing in his 
shorts. Nothing was said till I reached down and took 
the lump inside his under wear in my hand and pulled it 
out through the opening.

"Gezz Honey girl, you better get in the other bed... 
you're tempting..."

Making no reply I used my hand to guide his hard thing 
so it was under me and my sex was directly on top of 
the interesting male thing. In those next few moments 
my hand was holding the first penis in my life. Then I 
held it so I was able to rub my thing against his. 
Suddenly my uncle sobbed out, "Honey girl, oh hell 
you're making me come... I can't stop it and... ohhhh 
yeah I'm getting off!"

Nothing could have prepared me for the frame of mind I 
felt as my uncle's sex liquid splashing against my sex; 
I understood my uncle was ejaculating his semen against 
me. Pressing my little thing tight against my uncle's 
body I've always believed gave me my first ever climax, 
especially feeling his slick stuff against me.

"Golly Uncle Drew... oh I feel so funny and good all at 
the same time," I told him. Then I said, "I sure love 
you, especially now - do you love me?" I recall saying 
these things because of how my uncle's thing felt. My 
memory still recalls how rubbing my thing against my 
uncle's made me tingle inside and out.

Uncle Drew commented in what I recall as a question and 
a comment all in one statement, "You got off for your 
first time... did you Honey girl; and you never felt 
anything like that before in your little pussy, huh 
baby? Haven't you ever touched yourself, you know, 
masturbated before"" and as I never had I told my 
uncle, "Nope, that was my first."

During the remainder of the trip I and my uncle enjoyed 
our little game each night and morning during the two 
weeks. The next night in the bed I asked my uncle, 
"Would you get on top of me and work it like for 
real... I'm not certain exactly how it is suppose to be 
done... but would you like to do me?" and Uncle Drew 
moved up over me and did as I asked.

Uncle Drew only placed the head of his thing in me, as 
he called the tip of his cock. Feeling my uncle place 
his thing between the smooth sides of my opening and 
gently worked the end of his thing in me a short way. 
Uncle Drew continuously asked that I tell him if it 
hurt me, as my sex was very small and he didn't wish to 
injury me. 

Promising Uncle Drew that if it hurt inside me I would 
say so to him. He told me about a woman's body and 
especially my pussy, as he called my sex and how a man 
could hurt a girl my age if he went all the way up me.

Feeling my uncle slowly moving his "cock" between the 
lips on each side of my sex, and he said they were my 
labia majora. He explained that the small lips on the 
inside of my pussy, which he believed were still 
forming, were called the labia minora.

For the next couple of nights my uncle didn't get the 
complete end of his cock inside my pussy. Each time he 
entered any distance at all, I felt like he was tearing 
me open, and he would stop pressing into me. Finally on 
the third night he asked if he could make me feel good 
and at the same time might make it possible and likely 
allow him to get the head inside my pussy.

Not knowing what he was speaking about, one thing was 
certain from my point and that was my wishing to feel 
him inside me. Or at least the head of his cock pushing 
up into me and each time we did these things he would 
squirt his cream inside my pussy. Somehow I'd 
determined if he got the head in me then I could coax 
him to do it all the way and make me his girlfriend 
forever.

We were lying on the outside of the covers and my uncle 
asked if I was ready for something special and I told 
him, "Yes, do whatever you wish and you can do me all 
the way tonight if you want."

"Honey girl, you're too little for me to go all the 
way. But now I will give you a special treat," and he 
moved down and lay between my legs.

My uncle placed his face over my tummy and lightly 
kissed my belly button and then kissed his way down to 
my pussy. Immediately upon feeling his lips on my pussy 
caused me to tell my uncle, "Oh you shouldn't do that 
to me, should you?" then I recalled hearing and reading 
about oral sex. Now the information was actual and real 
and my pussy felt as if it might explode within moments 
of Uncle Drew kissing and his tongue licking my pussy 
and especially at the very top of my slit.

After a moment, my uncle asked, "You enjoy what I'm 
doing Honey girl?" and once more he was kissing and 
licking my pussy.

"Gee yes, oh Uncle Drew it feels so delightful and 
makes me tingle all over. Is this the thing that will 
allow you to put your cock in my pussy and we can go 
all the way?" and felt my hips moving slightly up and 
down as he teased the tiny little spot at the top of my 
sex.

There was no doubt that after five minutes of my uncle 
licking my sex, I knew that my body was going to climax 
from the way I was tingling and my hips begin the age 
old movement of pleasure from sexual stimulation. My 
response was to utter sounds of approval, "Ummmmm, oh 
gee!" 

I understood my dear uncle had made me climax from 
kissing my little sex. Before long my Uncle Drew moved 
his body up over me as he would when playing his thing 
in the edge of my pussy. I wanted him to put his thing 
in the edge of my sex and shot his stuff off in me. 
During the past few days I had gotten to the point that 
I love it when he filled my little hole with the thick 
stuff. It would cause me to sob out how wonderful it 
felt. Uncle Drew would always tell me how he loved 
squirting his stuff in me.

This time it was different and after a few times of 
Uncle Drew working his penis between the small smooth 
lips of my sex. One thing I understood, his having done 
oral sex on me had made my pussy open wider and I 
eventually felt the thick end of his cock, his cock 
head sank between my lips. Gee whiz, he is fucking me, 
I mistakenly believed. Although I guess he truly was, 
but just not buried all the way inside my body.

I asked him to put it in deeper. "Push it deeper, I 
want to feel more of you... its like your not giving me 
everything Uncle Drew... oh yeah deeper," I begged him 
as he moved it just a little deeper inside my pussy.

"Honey girl, I can't go deeper or I'll take your 
virginity, even as much as I want to shove all the way 
inside you, I can't," you understand about being a 
virgin don't you baby?"

While he was explaining his reason for not going all 
the way inside me with his penis, I was working my hips 
up and down in an attempt to get him all the way up me. 
"Uncle Drew I want it all... oh you make my thing 
tingle when you work it back and forth in me like... oh 
gee... uh... oh Uncle Dave I'm getting off again. 
You're making me go off," I recall telling my uncle.

During the remainder of the trip my uncle worked his 
cock head in me all the way and at one point arranged a 
mirror so I could see what my pussy looked like with 
his cock inside me. 

No matter how much I asked or how I moved my body to 
try and have him puncture me completely, I never got 
more than a slight pain as he would strike against my 
cherry and I would cry out, "Ho boy that kind of hurt." 
Each time I would express he was striking my virginity 
he would ease out from me somewhat.

During the drive home on our last day of the trip, my 
uncle informed me he was going to London for Christmas. 
"Perhaps your mother will allow you to travel with me."

I was excited and asked, "Does this mean we can have 
love with each other all the way?" 

My uncle told me, "That would be wonderful, but you 
mustn't tell anyone what we've done on this trip or 
what we plan to do in London. Honey girl, you 
understand about the need for secrecy, don't you?" and 
he reached over and slipped his hand between my legs.

Laughing I told him what happened was nothing was what 
occurred. Then I told my uncle, "Do you know that I 
really liked it when you kissed my little breasts and 
feeling you suck them made me want to wiggle like a 
tadpole.

When we got home I was excited telling mom about my 
trip. "Mom, I got to see Niagara Falls, even at night 
with the lights shinning on it. And our trip to 
Washington, D. C. and seeing Monticello where President 
Jefferson lived was terrific. Mom, we also went to John 
Adams house. Wait until you see the video of my 
standing in the Lincoln Memorial. There was so much to 
see in the Washington."

One month later my dear uncle was killed. He left his 
home and estate to me. The only sad part of my uncle 
passing was not having him all the way, which I had 
told him would happen during our trip to London.

No other man came close to sharing what I did with 
Uncle Drew until I met Dudley, and now I was alone once 
more, and it was worse than when I lost my uncle.
Getting out of the hot tub, I walked into the kitchen 
and took a bottle of wine from the wine cooler and 
poured myself a glass of white chardonnay. Slowly I 
walked back to the hot tub and eased back into the 
liquid warmth of water while enjoying the relaxing the 
hot tub and sipping the refreshing wine.

My mind didn't function properly when I first 
discovered Dudley's cheating and suddenly I recalled 
that the note from Denise might well be from none other 
than Denise Wingate.

No it can't be true... not my best friend and who I had 
bared my soul when needing a shoulder to cry on. 
Thinking of the many times I had observed my best 
friend hugging my husband when entering a room or a 
place where the two of them had been alone.

Good grief... Denise's husband Rodney will aptly beat 
the crap out of Dudley if this is true. Reaching to the 
phone extension on the wall next to the tub, I called 
Dudley's office and telling the receptionist Denise 
Wingate was calling for Mr. Wilson

When my unfaithful husband answered my call, it was for 
certain I was correct with the greeting, "Denise I 
can't talk with you now. I have problems and the last 
thing I need is for Justine to find out about the two 
of us... I'll call you back later."

"You are a bigger ass than I thought... how could you 
cheat on me with my best friend? Dudley, you will have 
one hell of a time explaining this to Rodney. You're 
dead meat from my life." Hanging up the phone, I dialed 
Rodney's office and when he took my call I explained my 
problems to him as gentle as possible, and spoke about 
Dudley and Denise being involved.

"You're joking... aren't you Justine. My God, you're 
not. How many times have you and I joked about our 
spouses getting it on together? I'm so sorry Justine. 
Let me call you back tomorrow. Right now I want to go 
find Denise and see what she has to say." Before 
getting off the phone, Rodney said to me, "Tell Mr. 
Stud I will take care of his pandering ass when I find 
him."

"Rodney, he isn't worth getting yourself into 
trouble... remember you're a police officer, and being 
a lieutenant you know what can happen if you hit 
Dudley... he isn't worth your career," then we ended 
our conversation.

Once more my world was upside down as a half hour 
latter the phone rang and the caller ID indicated it 
was Denise. I didn't answer the phone and listened as 
she left a message.

Hearing the message was more than I though I could 
accept as my best friend said, "Justine darling... 
please forgive me," her crying voice said. Then she 
added, "Please don't call or tell Rodney. Oh Justine, 
please forgive me for my being so stupid and seeing 
your husband. I know it was wrong to have sex with 
him... call me please. Bye darling."

Rising from the water and stepping onto a large bath 
mat, I walked to the shower next to the hot tub. 
Washing off the chlorine based water and then drying 
off, I walked nude to my bedroom. Sitting down on my 
bed, I cupped my chin in my hands. I commenced to cry 
and realized I must bring order to my mind and willed 
myself not to shed tears over the loss of my marriage 
and best friend.

Slipping on a skirt and blouse and a pair of sandals 
with inch high heels, I walked to the bathroom and 
applied makeup. The strain of the day showed on my 
face. After sometime the makeup improved my appearance 
and I ran a brush through my hair.

For three hours I moved around the house and found 
things of Dudley's I wanted out of my home, including 
his damn golf clubs. I took each club from the bag and 
slapped them in the middle of the haft and bent then so 
they became useless. Then I put them back in the bag. I 
found that titanium clubs do have a weakness, and I 
considered that the same as my ass of a husbands 
weakness with our marriage and other women.

Walking to the living room I sat in my favorite chair 
and curled up with my legs under me. In less than an 
hour I heard a call pull into the drive and saw Dudley 
had arrived.

His arrival meant he'd left work early and I watched as 
he saw the bags with his items inside them. He walked 
over and attempted to unlock the door, but his key 
wouldn't work because of the new locks. He rang the 
doorbell and I walked to the door and speaking though 
the heavy wooden double doors told him, "Leave now 
Dudley or I will call the police."

"Damn you Justine open the door or I'll break it down," 
Dudley said loudly.

Replying to his comment, I replied, "I'm calling the 
police, so you best pack your stuff in you car and 
leave."

At that moment he called me a "Fucking whore," turned 
and commenced to pack his things in his car. At least 
it wasn't necessary to give the neighbors any more 
excitement than necessary as I noted him placing his 
things in his car and eliminated my need to call the 
police.

As Dudley placed the last bag in his car a police 
cruiser pulled in our drive. Rodney and another officer 
get out and approached my husband. What was said I 
couldn't hear, but I watched as the uniformed officer 
asked Dudley something and I noticed my husband took 
his wallet from his inside coat pocket? The officer 
studied his driver's license and then spoke into the 
communication unit affixed to his lapel. I watched as 
the officer had Dudley walk to his car and back it out 
onto the street and park it.

After he parked his car, Dudley walked back to where 
the officer stood and in moments he was placed in 
handcuffs. Uncertain what was occurring, I watched 
Rodney walked to the door and ring the bell. Answering 
the door, I listened as Rodney and the officer advised 
why husband was placed in handcuffs.

The uniformed officer advised, "Mrs. Wilson, it is only 
a minor situation, but your husband has an outstanding 
warrant for failure to pay two traffic citations. There 
is a no-bail warrant out for his arrest on both 
citations by the court, so until he appears in court 
tomorrow morning, he will be held in custody."

Smiling as he spoke, Rodney remarked, "Hope this helps 
some," as the uniformed officer led Dudley to the 
police cruiser and placed him in the back seat.

I didn't go out and my friends who I had met each day 
for coffee during the school summer break said I must 
at least get out with them. I laughed the morning of 
the second week after Dudley left when Jenny Baccus 
made it simple for me to get out by saying, "Look 
girlfriend, you aren't divorcing us, just your hubby. 
So get your purse and go have coffee with the rest of 
us, and your friends are waiting at our favorite 
Starbucks. "

A month passed after my friends gave me the strength 
and mental courage necessary to get over the breakup of 
my marriage. One morning when I returned from coffee 
with my friends, I saw a female seated on the porch 
bench, and the porch ran across the front of the house 
and around where the garage was attached to the house. 
The garage was set back from the front of the house by 
five feet and made for a lovely curb appeal.

No I thought, "It can't be... hell no it can't be 
BreeAnn," I told myself. W hen I got out of my car, the 
first thing I heard was the girl's greeting.

"Hi Mrs. Wilson... I'm BreeAnn Shockenstein. Please let 
me speak with you... I won't create or cause problems 
for you, but I need someone to talk with and I can't 
speak with my mom... oh please help me."

Looking at the girl, I punched in the security code and 
unlocked the door. Once more I studied the girl's face 
and relenting to her wishing to speak with me, told the 
teen, "Come in... why I'm allowing you in my home I 
haven't the faintest idea."

Watching the girl I could see why my husband found her 
attractive and a challenge. This girl's glossy black 
hair was so lustrous it seemed to shine and move so 
easily it appeared I could see each strand sway. Her 
rounded buttocks rolled in perfect sexual alignment, if 
such a thing is possible. I had noticed before how her 
breasts were full and assuredly were 36-C and perhaps a 
D-cup. Her trim figure and good looks would undoubtedly 
tempt any man, but why in the hell did my husband 
succumb to this girl?

Reaching the counter of the kitchen, I said, "Sit at 
the breakfast bar. I'll fix some coffee... don't speak 
about Dudley until I tell you to do so, or you will be 
told to leave immediately. Do you understand and hear 
me, BreeAnn?"

The girl's face reflected how deeply troubled she must 
be and the need to speak with someone. But why with me 
I didn't understand. Taking my time and saying nothing 
to the teenager, I made coffee and once it was finished 
brewing, took Danish from the refrigerator. Setting 
cups on saucers on the counter top, and then dessert 
plates and knives, forks and spoons by each plate so my 
unexpected guest and I could enjoy the coffee and 
Danish. Then I took a seat at the coroner of the 
counter and said, "Enjoy the Danish and coffee... I 
assume you adult enough to drink coffee."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Dudley."

"Look, call me Justine and I hope your problem is 
small. Now tell me, do you enjoy French roast blend of 
coffee?"

"It's very favorable, and love the taste, but I don't 
recognize the blend. And the Danish is very nice. Mrs., 
I mean Justine I'm so pleased that you would speak with 
me. You're so pleasant and very attractive," the cute 
teen stated.

"Thank you BreeAnn. Now tell me what's troubling you...  
I assume you've been seeing Dudley since we last 
spoke?" and my question and comment was intended to be 
pointed and to catch the girl off guard. Which I saw 
from the look on her face that it rocked her to think I 
might suggest she see my estranged husband.

"Yes - no - uh a couple of times. He kind of made me 
meet with him. Dudley told me if I didn't see him he 
would tell my friends what we'd done. Now he only 
speaks and see me at work... he refuses to help me with 
our problem. He..."

I watched as tears welled up in her eyes and she 
stopped speaking. There was no doubt in my mind what 
the girl's problem was. I asked, "You're pregnant 
aren't you? Dudley won't help you will he?" and I took 
another sip of my coffee.

"Oh I feel so stupid and embarrassed," the pretty girl 
said as she continued crying. 

A woman's intuition came from deep in my soul and the 
need to help the girl came to the forefront and I felt 
deep despair in the knowledge my husband had gotten the 
girl pregnant. My God, I recalled my comments to 
BreeAnn about Dudley's sperm the day I discovered he 
had enjoyed sex with the teenage.

"Oh Mrs., uh Justine... yes, I'm pregnant with his 
child... I'm only a month, but I'm pregnant. Yesterday 
and the day before I purchased EPT kits at the 
drugstore and the test confirmed I'm pregnant. What 
should I do?"

Looking at the teen girl, and the knowledge of being 
pregnant showed in her youthful face and the concern 
was genuine Justine could see. Thinking to her self, 
"Why should I be concerned about the little bitch who 
had sex with my husband... yet she was no more guilty 
than Dudley and most likely less?" 

Asking with a hint of feeling in my voice, I asked, 
"BreeAnn, have you asked the married man who just 
happens to be my cheating husband for help; after all 
isn't he the one who got you pregnant? Not to be overly 
personal, but have you been with other guys?" 

The shock of hearing the woman ask about the married 
man and cheating husband included in the retort to let 
her know she had been involved with her husband caused 
BreeAnn concern. She wondered if coming to the woman 
for help was a good idea. Finally the troubled teenager 
remarked, "Dudley won't help me get an abortion. I 
can't speak to my mom about it... can you help me? I 
don't know who else to turn too for help."

Across the teen girl's face was the horrified 
expression of having to explain she was pregnant to the 
woman whose husband she'd not only cheated with, but 
whose child she was carrying. Picking up the flavored 
cup of coffee, BreeAnn sipped slowly and could feel 
tears again forming in her eyes. "I'm so sorry to have 
brought grief to you and ruined your marriage. I've 
thought about what it must be like to be a woman who 
discovers her husband broke their marriage vows."

"You're telling me you have a guilty conscience 
BreeAnn?" my voice asked in a shocking manner.

"Oh Justine please forgive me... please, I'll do 
anything to make it up to you." 

"Honesty is sufficient BreeAnn. How may I assist you 
with your problem... actually I should say yours and 
Dudley's growing problem. If I sound somewhat cynical, 
I assume you can understand why. But ignore that and 
simply tell me what or how I may help you," she said 
and again looked at the youthful breasts of the teen 
and wondered if they were a C or D-cup.

A look of relief appeared on the pretty teen face and 
her words were soft as she replied, "Could you take me 
for an abortion... I need an adult to go with me. It 
will take most of the day, and Saturday morning I can 
go to the clinic at 9:00 and I should be finished and 
able to go home by three or four in the afternoon. 
Also, I'd like to stay with you that night... I've 
asked my mother about staying with a friend and she 
agreed... help me..."

Immediately Justine wondered if she would be legally 
held accountable if something went wrong during the 
abortion. Justine, as a distant part of the girl's 
pregnancy problem, realized this was a problem 
requiring a quick resolution. Actually as a matter of 
fact; a termination. Justine believed the girl acted 
and reflected she was truly sorry for having an affair 
with Dudley.

As a female, Justine understood how the lovely Jewish 
girl was suffering from having given her purity to a 
man she believed loved her. For the next half hour she 
listened to the girl tell how Dudley had initiated the 
intimacy between them. The teen spoke of Dudley's 
sexually teasing comments from the day she commenced 
working for him. BreeAnn said she found him cute and he 
got her to fall in love with him within a few days. 
Dudley was an extremely handsome man, and many times 
Justine had thought she didn't belong with the man, but 
he wanted her for his wife.

Justine knew a fact BreeAnn didn't have knowledge 
about. There was a rumor Dudley had done something 
similar with a neighbor girl, but her parents wouldn't 
take action against Dudley. This was because they 
wished to keep their daughter's name and reputation in 
tact.

Instead they moved from next door and the fourteen year 
old girl let it slip she had had an abortion in a 
conversation with a couple of her girlfriends, who 
spoke of the medical procedure with their parents. The 
rumor floated around the country club and eventually 
made it back to Justine, but at the time she didn't 
believe that Dudley was the other half of fourteen year 
old Madison Lang's problem. 

Now another young girl realized she had given up her 
most precious gift when it came to love, her virginity. 
For her, the knowledge that Dudley was most certainly a 
pedophile caused Justine to decide and assist BreeAnn 
with her problem. Rightly or wrongly of the teen girl 
having engaged in sex with her husband, the girl was 
pregnant and needed someone to help her.

Looking across the counter and with a smile on her 
face, Justine spoke in a gentle voice, saying, "Of 
course I will help you - if I can. I must ask, are you 
certain an abortion is the way out for you? Will you 
later wish you hadn't had an abortion? BreeAnn this is 
a serious decision and I'm certain you've thought it 
out, but you need to tell me your thoughts on this."

With suddenness she didn't expect, the troubled teen 
get off the stool and moved to where Justine was 
seated. Had she been a man, Justine had no doubt her 
hands would have been all over the sobbing girl as her 
body was exquisite and her breasts pressed against her 
own in such a way that for the first time ever, Justine 
wondered about having an intimate relationship with 
another female. "Oh my, does this make me bi-sexual 
with these crazy thoughts?" the lovely woman asked 
herself. 

Holding the girl in her arms, she listened for the next 
fifteen or twenty minutes as the girl retold the 
complete story of her problem and eventually how she 
could find no way out for her but an abortion. Justine 
didn't say a word nor make a sound of any kind that 
would interfere with the girl stating her feelings and 
what had led up to her being with the man who got her 
pregnant. 

Her comment, "I wanted sex since I was about fourteen, 
but was fearful because of my father. I never 
considered my mother's concerns about having sex. My 
father had told he would ship me to Israel to a place 
where young girls who are pregnant are forced to live. 
I don't know if such a place exists, but I'm so afraid 
of my dad... he can be very strict."

Before ending her story of being with Dudley the 
troubled teenager stated, "Do you know that the first 
time we did it, he told me that he wanted to knock me 
up and see my belly get big with his baby. Now he can't 
wait to see me with a belly, as he calls it... oh 
Justine, I feel so stupid."

"Dudley will not get the opportunity to see you like 
that, and you must find some way to no longer work with 
him. Ask your father to give you a promotion and a new 
assignment. I'm certain he will. What is the scuttle-
butt around the office about Dudley's and my divorce? 
But one thing is as certain as the day is long, we'll 
go together for your abortion on Saturday."

"Oh thank you Justine! You're so kind. I'll do whatever 
I must... anything you want in return for helping me... 
anything you want of me I'll do to pay you back. Honest 
I will," BreeAnn said as she hugged the woman tightly 
in her arms and intentionally pressed her firm large 
breasts against the woman she was soliciting help from.

The troubled young girl was aware of what she was 
saying and currently doing as she snuggled against 
another female. BreeAnn wondered if Justine realized 
what she was saying to her, and if so, did she ruin any 
chance the woman would help with her problem.

Never had BreeAnn considered sex with another girl, 
although this was so common among girls today. BreeAnn 
found it difficult resisting being in a relationship 
with another girl. Sonja, her best friend once asked 
her to share a girl-girl intimacy with her when they 
were spending the night together in a sleep over. Sonja 
cupped BreeAnn's left breast in her hand and asked they 
share each other sexually. Was she asking the woman who 
agreed to help her with her pregnancy to have sex with 
her? Only moments before it seemed to the teen she had 
indeed made an adamant quest to engage the older woman 
in a sexual tryst.

BreeAnn recalled how her best friend's hand had given 
her warm pleasant feelings. For a minute perhaps, 
BreeAnn permitted her breast to be fondled, before 
Sonja was taking her nipple in her mouth. Having her 
breast suckled created sensations that ran from her 
breast to her pussy and knew if the intimate act wasn't 
stopped immediately; BreeAnn understood she would be 
engaging in a bi-sex act that she didn't feel 
comfortable in doing. 

BreeAnn moved her hands and pulled Sonja's mouth from 
her breast and stopped the foreplay. Telling her 
friend, "Gee Sonja, that felt so nice, but I'm not 
ready for bi, but one thing is certain if and when I 
want sex with a girl, I hope you are around."

Now the troubled teen wanted a bi-relationship and it 
was with an older female. BreeAnn knew one thing, 
somehow I will allow this woman to have me if she 
wishes, and if necessary I will become aggressive to 
bring closeness between this attractive female and 
myself.

The two of them spoke about BreeAnn's abortion and 
ensuring this was the solution to her problem, Justine 
called her own physician, Doctor Brian DeAngelo and 
discussed the situation with him. The doctor agreed to 
perform the abortion and it was scheduled for the 
following Friday. Then she explained that this would be 
more private and better than using the clinic that the 
other teens utilized to rid themselves of their 
problems.

This worked out for BreeAnn's plan of spending the 
weekend with Justine as a cover to keep the teen's 
parents from knowing about her condition. For the next 
hour they spoke of various things and BreeAnn left for 
home.

After three months life moved as if nothing had 
occurred to shape Justine's life after her divorce. The 
abortion had gone as easily as possible and no 
complications developed for BreeAnn. This was great for 
Justine and she knew from speaking with the girl during 
the weekend of the abortion, learned all of her 
innermost secrets.

The story of her seduction by Dudley was somewhat as 
Justine had thought and the teenager was as much to 
blame for the matter as Dudley. Yet for Justine she 
placed the majority of blame on her ex-husband as he 
was older and more importantly, a married man.

During that weekend the teenage girl related her 
experience of a limited bi situation with her best 
friend. When BreeAnn spoke of her feelings toward her, 
Justine admitted to some curiosity of being with the 
teen when she hugged her when they were discussing her 
having an abortion and asking the older woman for her 
assistance.

Now Justine sat nude on her sofa and looked down at the 
lovely girl who had recently turned eighteen, and the 
beauty of BreeAnn's nudity gave her untold desires. 
Neither of the two could initiate the final act of a 
bi-sexual relationship after they had each removed 
their clothing, and were now simply looking at each 
other.

"Will you think I'm crazy if I do what I wish Justine?" 
and as she spoke, BreeAnn moved her lips and commenced 
kissing her companion's shoulder and neck. Her lips 
brushed down Justine's arm and then back up after 
having kissed and sucked each of the manicured and 
polished nails on Justine's hand.

The moment of truth came to the teen and her lips moved 
to kiss completely over Justine's breasts. When her 
mouth settled on her Justine's left nipple, she sucked 
and flipped her tongue across the hard protrusion. 
Slowly her head moved down and her lips and tongue 
kissed and licked their way to the thatch of maiden 
hair growing on Justine's fatty mons.

As if in a dream, Justine lay back on her sofa as the 
teenager's lips made their way over the hair covering 
the top of her sex. Then a female tongue was licking 
its way through female sexual channel and opening her 
sex so her tongue could tease as deep up into the 
female core as the oral digit could reach.

The act was thrilling and it being another female 
performing oral sex on her, Justine felt an orgasm 
building and ready to burst the moment the eighteen 
year old tongue flipped across her clitoris.

Justine's breath was labored as the young girl closed 
her lips around the clitoral hood and her tongue licked 
the round end that was her clit, her body heaved upward 
from the sofa. Justine sobbed out, "My God BreeAnn, I'm 
going off... umh, oh yes! God yes, oh BreeAnn I'm 
coming so strong."

Moving to her bedroom and hold the hand of the young 
girl, Justine wanted to make the girl feel as wonderful 
as she had when experiencing female oral sex. She 
helped BreeAnn lay back on the bed and she loved seeing 
what she had found were D-Cup breasts on the girl. Her 
maiden hair was dark, very dark black and grew 
profusely on the girl's mons pubis and down the lips of 
her sex.

Slowly as in a dream her lips sampled the taunt dark 
nipples of the young female and then her mouth closed 
over her vulva. Her tongue licked up and down the hair 
lined labium of the eighteen year old girl and finally 
settled on the round ball of her clit. Her teeth 
nibbled and chewed gently on the hood guarding the 
sexual orb, and she applied tremendous pressure as she 
sucked and licked the young sex organs all at the same 
time. 

Slipping her finger up the damp sex of the teen, she 
curled her finger up so it raked against her G-spot. 
This was something Dudley had shown her the second time 
he went down on her and Justine knew it would likely 
please the young female she was turning on with each 
lick of her tongue up through her slit. 

Her ears took in the sounds she had waited for and 
BreeAnn cried out her release, "My gawd Justine... oh 
yessss, I'm coming so hard and it is so wonderful... 
make me come! Push your finger in my pussy... yes, oh 
yes," and the older woman's finger was causing the 
eighteen year old girl to express her sexual feelings, 
fully and in a vocal way that let her partner know she 
was doing it right, even if it was her first time to 
lick a girl's sex.

BreeAnn continued to cry out her pleasure and finally 
moaned out with no control over her quivering body, 
"I'm getting it so hard! Justine, if you don't stop... 
I feel like I'm going to... oh you must stop or I'll p-
pee! I must, oh I can't help it... it's making me 
pee... aughhhhh so strong...."

Never could either of the two females decide what to 
say after what they had shared. With her face drenched 
and her hair soaked with the young girl's urine, 
Justine lay with her face between the large breasts of 
BreeAnn and said simply, "How truly delightful I loved 
making you feel... you wet me so wonderful and I never 
knew such a thing was possible to experience."

Her body was still in a flux as she lay in her own 
dampness, and she moved her hands down and felt the 
urine soaked hair of the lovely older woman. "Gosh 
Justine... how did you make me do that... did... did 
you taste me...?"

"Oh yes, and I tried to drink all of your sweet 
nectar... you can feel I didn't succeed this time..."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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