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Brief Encounters
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

A married man gets a proposition from an attractive 
coworker at a business conference. It really did start 
out as an innocent lark. (MF, voy)

***

The gorgeous woman came over to me at the bar on the 
last night of the conference. She blindsided me 
because I had been gazing at another woman.

"I'm trying to figure out your system," she said.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well, you asked someone to take a picture of our 
breakout session yesterday morning and you made sure 
you stood next to me," she said. "And yesterday 
afternoon, you were looking at me in the bar. But 
you've never said a word to me."

I looked down at her hands. "That's because you're 
married," I said, which made her laugh. I liked her 
laugh. She didn't try to hold back.

"That was a good one," she said. "We both know that's 
not it. I've been trying to imagine what you do with 
those photos, and most of my ideas are really 
perverse."

"Care to share them?" I said.

She laughed again. "You ARE good," she said. "I see 
you're married, too. Would you like your wife to see 
those photos?"

"As a matter of fact, I'll show them to her when I go 
home," I said. "She's very interested in my work."

"You don't say," she said and was thoughtful for a 
moment. "I think I've just figured you out. Maybe 
you're a genius, not a pervert. Now I'm going to 
blackmail you, so listen carefully.

"I promise I won't make any trouble for you if you 
agree to do as I say tomorrow for the last half-day of 
the conference. I'm going to be with you as much as I 
can. I will take pictures of you next to good-looking 
women, and you'll take pictures of me next to good-
looking men. Before we leave, you'll upload the 
pictures of me onto my laptop. Got it."

"All except the blackmail part," I said. "If you say 
anything about my photos, which are totally innocuous 
group shots, I'm going to tell everyone the truth, 
which is that you came over to me tonight and started 
talking dirty. I think I can pass a lie detector test 
on that one. As for accusing me of looking at women 
across the room, I don't think you'll want to make 
yourself ridiculous by bringing that up. On the other 
hand, I think your idea is terrific, and I'm looking 
forward to working with you.

"By the way, my name is Val. I know I've seen you in 
the building, but I don't know who you are or which 
department you work in."

***

I saw the woman from work -- her name was Jolie -- a 
few times at the office after that. We nodded at each 
other but never exchanged a word. However, she was at 
a convention with me five months later, and after the 
Wednesday night session, I was sitting in the bar and 
saw her make a beeline for me.

"Val, you have no idea what happened when I showed my 
husband some of the photos you took of me," she said. 
"I didn't have to say a word. It was amazing.

"For the first two nights, all he had to do was look 
at the photos, and we were off to fantastic sex. On 
the third night, he wanted me to tell him about the 
men. I could see he was disappointed when I told him I 
just posed next to them to get him jealous and 
excited. So I started to make up stories. I could tell 
right away that's what he wanted to hear. You know 
what, as I told him the stories, I got as excited as 
him."

"That's because you're a woman," I said.

"Thanks a lot," she said. "So you tell your wife 
stories, too. How do you come up with them?"

"That's what I do when I stare at women in the bar," I 
said. "It's not connected to the photos at all. When 
I'm taking pictures, all I do is look for a hot woman 
to stand next to. But when I'm in the bar, I look 
around and try to spot a sexy woman who's far across 
the room. I sneak glances at her and start imagining 
meeting her and seducing her or her seducing me in her 
room or mine. Then I start making notes, so I don't 
forget the story.

"Sometimes, I see the woman catching me looking at 
her, and even returning my glances. If she does, I get 
up and leave. I don't want to give anyone the wrong 
idea."

"You've got a great system," she said. "I don't think 
it works for a woman. Well, let me tell you something 
strange. After a couple of weeks, I was worried that 
my husband might really believe me, so I told him that 
I was happy about how excited my stories made him, but 
I wanted him to know that I would never cheat on him. 
You know what he said?"

"Yes," I said. "Something like this. He appreciated 
your telling him, but from now on you didn't need to 
remind him anymore, because it was much more exciting 
for him if he could imagine you might really do the 
things you were telling him."

"Right," she said, "and look what he bought me." She 
pulled out an expensive miniature camera, one of those 
spy type cameras that took high resolution photos but 
could easily be hidden away in a sleeve or a pocket.

"We're going to take turns using this at this 
convention," she said. "Deal?"

"Deal," I said.

***

Our company finished buying out a competitor a week 
after the conference, and the week after that, the CEO 
scheduled a retreat for the acquisition's top 
executives to get to know us. It was only a month 
after the convention.

After the first session, I saw my co-conspirator in 
the bar. "You know what my husband said to me 
yesterday before I left?" Jolie said. "He said he 
wouldn't mind if I seduced you."

"My wife said the same thing," I said. "Do you think 
they talked it over?"

She laughed. "What an imagination you have," she said. 
"You know, even though I never talk to you except out 
of town, I feel like I know you a little bit. You are 
an attractive man with a good sense of humor, and you 
don't cheat. If I weren't married...

"And you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever 
met," I said, "although I'm sure the fact that you 
figured out my game is probably more flattering to you 
than me telling you that."

"Not necessarily," she said.

"So your husband knows about us?" I said. "I bet it's 
for the same reason my wife knows about you."

"Yes," said Jolie. "When I came home with all those 
photos last time, he said I must not have attended any 
work sessions. So I told him how you helped me and I 
helped you so we could get quite a bit done in a short 
time. He asked a lot of questions about you, but I 
told him I didn't know much."

"After I told her about you, my wife wore me out, she 
was so excited," I said. "I don't think I've ever seen 
her have more orgasms in one evening. By the way, 
Jolie, if this is too graphic for you, please tell me. 
I don't want to be offensive."

"I'm glad you realize that we could both be fired for 
inappropriate behavior," she said. "You and I are 
taking big chances. What if you suddenly decided you 
regretted our arrangement and turned me in? Or maybe I 
got angry with you and said something."

"You're right," I said. "Even though it would destroy 
both our careers, I've seen stranger things happen. 
Right now, I totally trust you, but I've seen people 
change. Are you one of those people like my boss who 
believes people never change?"

"No," she said. "And the proof is myself. Talking to 
you and what I'm doing to please my husband are two 
things I've never done before. And I'm not really sure 
why I'm doing them. I get an uneasy feeling sometimes, 
and think I never should have started this."

"I've been feeling strange, too," I said. "I guess I 
was naïve in thinking it was all innocent fun. When 
she told me it was OK to sleep with you, she sounded 
like she really meant it, not like she wanted me to 
make up a story about it. I'm sure she didn't, but it 
got me worried."

"That's exactly the way I felt when my husband spoke 
to me," she said. "He didn't come out and say it like 
your wife did, but I could tell that's what he was 
implying. What are we going to do?"

"Well, we can't do anything now," I said. "I think 
we've been talking here too long already. I don't want 
anyone to see us when we confer."

"Why don't you come to my room tonight after the 
evening session," she said. "Don't look at me that 
way. I will be fully dressed, and there won't be any 
drinks, except water. We can work on our stories 
together and get them done fast and you can sneak back 
to your room."

"OK," I said. "We've already got the beginning of the 
story done, about our talking in the bar and me 
sneaking to your room."

***

"I'm worried, Val," said Jolie. It was four months 
after the merger retreat, and we were at another large 
company conference. She had come over to where I was 
eating breakfast alone and asked me to come to her 
room so we could talk privately. We were taking a 
chance because it was daytime, and someone could spot 
me going there.

"Me, too," I said. "I think this is the last time we 
are going to meet, and I'm not taking any photos at 
this conference."

"I hope that works, Val," she said. "I picked up the 
phone at least three times to call you in the last 
couple of months, but I felt I couldn't break our 
unwritten agreement just because I felt trapped. After 
the merger conference, my husband didn't want to hear 
anything about the men in the photos. All he wanted to 
talk about was you.

"He was disappointed with my story of our hotel room 
rendezvous and even accused me of lying about you, 
because he was sure we did a lot more than what I made 
up. He wanted to know details about you, about your 
body, about your sex equipment. He's obsessed by you.

"He said that he never really felt like a cuckold when 
I was posing with the other men, but thinking about me 
and you, he really feels degraded. I wanted to slap 
him and remind him that all my stories were fiction, 
but he was so excited when he said the word 'degraded' 
that I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.

"The sex with him has been great, but the way he talks 
is disturbing. I'm crying myself to sleep a lot of 
nights. What am I doing to our marriage?"

"My wife craves more information about you," I said. 
"She even began talking about your husband. She said 
she'd like to meet him, because she's sure they have a 
lot in common. I said under no conditions was she to 
try to contact him. Then she asked me to take pictures 
of you naked at this meeting. Not just naked, but in 
certain positions. She even went to a porn star's blog 
and showed me photos of the positions she wanted. I 
couldn't believe it."

"He wants naked photos of you, too," said Jolie. "I 
asked him if he was bisexual and desired you, but he 
said, no, all he wanted was photos of you showing your 
equipment, both regular and aroused. He said he really 
wanted photos of you having sex with me, but if all he 
could get was your equipment, it would help him 
picture scenes of you and me. I think it's time to 
stop all of this now. I'm not going to see you again, 
and I'm bringing nothing home to my husband.

"I know he'll be upset, but we have to move on. He's a 
wonderful man most of the time. But my feelings toward 
him are different now, and I'm scared. I want to go 
back to what we had before we started doing this."

"I feel the same way, Jolie," I said. "I'm just 
worried what my wife is going to do when I return 
empty-handed."

***

I was on my third cup of coffee at my desk when Jolie 
called on Monday morning. It was the first time she 
had ever called me, but I wasn't surprised.

"I have to see you tonight," she said in between sobs. 
"I'm in such a state that I had to call in sick. Can 
you meet me at the Denny's on the next block at 8. It 
should be mostly empty by then."

"Yes," I said. "Last night was a long night for me, 
too."

***

When she joined me in the booth, I could see her eyes 
were red. But her voice was almost robotic when she 
began to talk. It frightened me.

"I thought I knew my husband," she said. "It was 
horrible seeing him go ballistic, but even worse was 
when he calmed down. He told me that even though I 
didn't tell him your real name, he would find out. No, 
he doesn't want to talk to you. He wants to talk to 
your wife. He accused me of punishing him although I 
was the one who was cheating. I don't know what to do.

"I think my wife will find him, before he finds her," 
I said. "I can't even imagine what they will say to 
each other. I've never seen her this way. I don't know 
what to do."

"I'm not giving up, Val," she said as she took one of 
my hands and held it tightly. I looked down at her 
hands on mine and up at her.

"Jolie, forgive me," I said. "You're so beautiful and 
voluptuous that I sometimes forget what a wonderful 
person you are. Your stupid husband doesn't deserve 
someone who loves him as much as you do. And I'm the 
one who started all your troubles. I feel terrible."

"Don't say that, Val," she said. "If I hadn't been so 
smug about confronting you that first time in the bar, 
this would never have happened. You had your 
arrangement with your wife, and you both were happy. 
But I had to butt in and put both of us on the road to 
disaster. I should apologize to your wife and ask her 
to forgive me."

"That would be a mistake, Jolie," I said. "The last 
thing she wants right now is an apology from you. 
She's not herself. But you're right. We have to stick 
this out and figure out a way to bring them to their 
senses." I put my other hand on top of our hands and 
squeezed them. She looked down to the four hands 
together and then looked me in the face again and 
slowly pulled her hands back.

***

"What?" she said. I stared at her and couldn't find 
the strength to speak.

"What?" she repeated. "What's wrong, Val?"

"Nothing," I finally said. She was standing a few feet 
from me. "I imagined what you would look like naked, 
but my imagination failed me. You are the most 
beautiful and exciting woman I have ever seen. Until 
you undressed just now, I never thought I'd see 
someone who turned me on more than my wife, but you're 
on a whole different level."

"I'm turning red, Val, so maybe you should start 
taking pictures now," she said. "It will look like I'm 
aroused, because I am. Do you have that list of 
disgusting poses your wife gave you? I'll get on the 
bed, and you can read them to me. Let's get this over 
with."

"You don't shave your pubic hair," I said. "I was sure 
that you were a naked oyster down there, but you've 
got a bigger bush than my wife. She calls it her 
forest, but you've got a jungle. You have no idea how 
that affects me."

"Yes I do," said Jolie, "because you sound like my 
husband. Sometimes he gets so distracted that I have 
to lift his head up and remind him there's more to do. 
Come on. We need to finish this, because we have early 
meetings tomorrow."

"OK," I said. "I still can't believe I'm doing this."

"We've been over that, Val," she said. "When they told 
us if we didn't cooperate, they would see a divorce 
lawyer, what could we do? You haven't changed. You 
were innocently taking pictures for your wife to 
please her and make your sex life a little spicier. 
She's the one who has changed, and my husband -- and 
me."

"What are you talking about, Jolie," I said. "Of all 
of us, you haven't changed at all. You're still 
thinking about your husband, your marriage, my 
marriage, everybody except yourself. Why are you 
crying?"

"Val, you can't see it, but I've changed the most. If 
I told you how much, you would have nothing but 
contempt for me. I can't tell you how much I disgust 
myself. But I'll still try to save my marriage. It's 
hard for me to believe my husband and your wife would 
be willing to end our marriages over this. I even 
thought of calling their bluff."

"It wouldn't have worked," I said. "As soon as we sat 
down with them, I realized how much in tune they were. 
They had everything worked out and spoke like one 
person. It's a good thing we were on our toes, because 
otherwise it could have been worse."

"Yes," she said. "I'm glad you put your foot down and 
said nothing was going to happen until we were at a 
conference out of town. They were ready for us to get 
together every week."

"I tried to keep them from going crazy," I said, "but 
here we are taking pictures of each other's naked 
bodies for them, so I wasn't that successful. But I'm 
trying to hold the line where I can. My wife bought me 
this expensive camera that's a video camera, too, and 
she told me to film you masturbating. I told her that 
we never agreed to do video."

"I'm on the bed and I'm waiting," she said. "That 
sounds bad, doesn't it. I'm sorry."

"God, you look amazing," I said. "I'm so hard, and I 
want to jump you so badly right now. OK, sorry. Here's 
the list. 'Number one, have her lie back on some 
pillows and spread her knees wide apart so that her 
lips open and you can see the rosy color inside. Take 
some photos of her whole body and then use your tongue 
or have her masturbate until she's moist and take a 
few closeups.' I'm not touching you, but I see I don't 
need to anyway. You are already streaming. Oops. I 
apologize."

After I finished with my list, she picked up her 
camera and said, "This will go a lot faster. Please 
get undressed."

"Aren't you going to dress," I said.

"Not now, I want to finish and get you out of here," 
she said. "Come on, faster."

"You're getting red in the face," I said.

"Shut up," she said. "I see that I'm not going to get 
any photos of you when you're soft. I guess my poses 
were too much for you. OK, stand over there. Now 
thrust out from your hips. Now I give up. Think up 
some poses. I don't know what to do. He wants video, 
too. He would like to see you come. I told him over my 
dead body. OK, I think that's enough. Get dressed and 
get out of here."

"May I ask what you're going to do when I leave," I 
said.

"No, you may not, but you may guess it's the same 
thing you're going to do when you get back to your 
room. We are as bad as our spouses? We're all 
disgusting animals, I guess, so we deserve each 
other." She laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh.

***

Two months later, we were sitting across from each 
other at a small table in a fancy hotel room in our 
home town. We were staring at each other, and I felt 
as though I were in a trance. She was crying.

"What are we going to do, Val?" she said. "Why are we 
here with all the lights and the video cameras on 
tripods?"

"It's better than what they wanted to do," I said. "I 
couldn't believe they wanted to film us themselves."

"But you know that's what they'll demand next time," 
she said. "They can't stop themselves. And they're so 
perverse. I have a list of what I'm supposed to do to 
you, but I'm not allowed to tell you. I have to be 
sneaky, so you will be surprised for the camera.

"Some of it is really degrading and painful, and 
they've even figured out that you will resist and told 
me how to trick you so that when you realize what's 
happening, it will be too late. I'm sure your list has 
similar things for you to do to me. Val, Val, wake up! 
Did you hear a word I said?"

I shook myself. "Yes," I said, "I heard, but I've been 
thinking, Jolie. I've gone along with everything my 
wife wanted up to now because I felt I was the one who 
started this. Last time, when you were posing in those 
degrading positions, it was painful because I didn't 
want to be aroused like that. I wanted to stop you and 
just make love to you. But I've never touched your 
body, even when I saw you were naked and excited and I 
might have been able to get away with it.

"And maybe if my wife had said, make love to her and 
film it, I might have gone along with that. But she 
wants that kind of love only for herself. For you, she 
wants humiliation. I think that's what finally did it.

"She's gone too far. I don't think she even 
understands how evil this is. I never thought I'd say 
this, but she's not the woman I married. That girl 
would never abuse and degrade another woman to spice 
up our love life. I don't wish her any harm, but I've 
decided, I'm not going to do these things to you. Do 
you know, her list says I should try to put one hand 
inside your vagina and the other one inside your anus 
at the same time?"

"One of the things he wants me to do is twist your 
balls around until you're doubled up in pain," she 
said. "They see those things on the Internet."

"I'm not going to do any of those things," I said. "I 
respect you too much. More than I respect my wife."

"Then what are we going to do," she said.

"I don't know about you, but I've decided that I've 
lost my wife. My love for her has disappeared. I'm not 
going back to her tonight, and the next time we meet, 
lawyers will be there. There's only one good thing 
about this. We were talking about starting a family 
next year. Thank goodness this happened before any 
kids were involved."

"It's so nice that you want children, Val," said 
Jolie. "I told my husband that I want to take a few 
years off from work to have children. He makes plenty 
of money, and we wouldn't have to sacrifice too much. 
But he keeps putting me off. I'm scared that he 
doesn't want children at all."

"But you must have something special with him, Jolie," 
I said, "since you are willing to do what he asks. I 
thought I knew you pretty well. I was thinking that 
you would be the first one to stop this. But I was 
mistaken."

"How can you say something like that, Val," she said. 
"I am more disgusted with myself than you can imagine. 
And now you won't cooperate, so I've lost everything."

"No you haven't," I said, "Today, I will let you do 
some of the things on your list and act surprised. I'm 
sure I won't have to fake my pain and humiliation, so 
your husband and my wife will enjoy that. It's my 
parting gift to you, to help you hold your marriage 
together a little longer. I'm sure you and he will 
find someone to replace me. As for my wife, I don't 
give a damn what she wants now.

"Val," she said, sobbing, "why would you do this for 
me? You don't owe me anything."

"Let's stop talking and get through this," I said. 
"Come on, stop crying. The reason you and I met in the 
first place is because we're successful executives. 
The company knows that we can establish priorities and 
achieve our goals despite obstacles. Your goal is to 
save your marriage, and you know what it will take to 
achieve it."

"What's your goal, Val?" she said. "It isn't 
friendship, because we will never be friends after 
what I do to you today."

"You're right," I said. "That's not my goal. What's 
the first thing on your little list of surprises."

"It's one of the most frightening ones," she said. 
"We're supposed to get into the 69 position with me on 
top. We'll start by giving head to each other, and 
then when you're all aroused and not thinking, I'm 
supposed to scoot forward until I'm sitting on your 
stomach. Then I begin bouncing up and down until I 
knock all the wind out of you and you are helpless. 
Then I fasten your hands to the bedposts with some 
restraints I've brought. Then I put restraints on your 
ankles and pull them back until I can fasten them next 
to your hands. That will bend you over almost double 
and put your ass high in the air. Then I get the lube 
I've brought and push a lot of it in your anus. Then I 
start putting fingers into you and keep adding them 
until I can get my whole hand inside. Then I'm 
supposed to work my hand up you until my arm is inside 
you all the way to the shoulder. I told him that's 
physically impossible, but I always get the same 
answer. He saw it on the Internet."

"OK," I said, shuddering. "That's pretty heavy duty, 
but I'm taking off my clothes and getting on the bed. 
We'll do it just like they wrote it, except you won't 
have to jump up and down on me. You can pretend to, 
but I'll let you put the restraints on me.

"Jolie, I have no feelings for my wife now, but I hate 
your husband. He has no clue about how lucky he is to 
be able to just look at you every day. And then on top 
of that, there's your warmth, your loyalty, your love. 
You are an amazing woman. You could make any man fall 
in love with you and do anything you asked.

"At least, I'm going to enjoy looking at you for a few 
minutes before the painful stuff begins. Are you 
turning on the cameras now? I am so hard watching you 
take off your clothes. You spoiled it a little by 
crying, but I'm sure my wife and your husband will 
enjoy that. It really excites my wife how much we both 
hate this.

"There's your amazing bush! I could just sit in front 
of it for hours and enjoy it like a piece of art. When 
I get into it in a few seconds, I'm going to breathe 
deeply. I want to remember how you smell and how you 
taste, and then I'm going to try to get you to come."

She lowered herself onto my mouth, and I got to work. 
I felt her respond immediately. I hoped she would let 
me pleasure her for a while before she began following 
her husband's orders. I felt her mouth suck me in, and 
I was in heaven. Then she took her mouth off and 
lifted up her head. I felt her body twitch and little 
squeals come from her mouth. So this is what she 
sounds like when she's coming. It excited me so much 
that I doubled my efforts as she bent down and sucked 
me back in.

Suddenly, her mouth was gone, and at the same time, 
her vagina was pulled from my mouth. I heard her 
scream "Nooooooooooo!" at the top of her lungs as she 
jumped off the bed, and I hoped no one was in an 
adjoining room or the hallway. I turned on my side, 
and I saw her standing next to the bed looking at me 
with flaring nostrils and frightened eyes. She was 
trying to breathe in deeply and slowly, as if to keep 
from hyperventilating.

"What's wrong?" I said, but she couldn't answer for a 
couple of minutes until she had calmed down. The look 
of horror had left her face, and it was replaced with 
one of her steely expressions, the kind I saw during 
team-building exercises at the seminars.

"What's wrong?" I said again.

"Everything's wrong?" she said. "I can't believe what 
I almost did. I was just going forward blindly, like 
an employee who knows his boss has made a terrible 
mistake but is too frightened to tell her and is going 
along even though she knows it will be disastrous for 
both of them and the company. And I would have kept 
going, because I violated the first rule we learned in 
that seminar on negotiating last year. I didn't hear.

"I listened, but I didn't hear. But just now I finally 
heard. It was just pure luck that I heard in time. I 
might have heard tomorrow, and it would have been too 
late. Oh my god! I think I might have killed myself if 
it was tomorrow." She began sobbing.

"What are you talking about, Jolie," I said. "I don't 
understand a word you're saying."

She tried to stop crying, and finally, with 
difficulty, she managed it. "I'm talking about you, 
Val, you," she said. "You told me, and I listened, but 
I didn't hear. Will you ever forgive me for what I 
almost did?"

"Jolie, you didn't do anything, so how can I forgive 
you?" I said. "Now will you please tell me what you're 
talking about. I'm doing this for you, but I can do 
without all the drama. Good, turn those cameras off 
for now. We're going to wipe out everything and start 
over."

"You're right that we're going to wipe out everything, 
Val," she said, "but we're not starting over. You-you-
you said it." She was starting to cry again. "Did you 
mean it?"

"What are you talking about, Jolie? I'm lying here 
naked with a huge hard-on, and even though you're 
acting wild, I'm so turned on by looking at you that I 
can't stand it. On top of that, you're infuriating me. 
Why do women talk in riddles? Why can't they tell men 
what's on their minds in words that we understand?"

"I'm sorry, Val," she said. "I've calmed down now. You 
said something before to me, and I want to make sure I 
heard right. Did you say, that I was an amazing woman 
that I could make any man fall in love with me and 
he'd do anything for me?"

"Yes," I said. "What's wrong with that? Why should 
that set you off? I don't see why-

"Who is any man?" she said, interrupting me.

"What?"

"Who is any man?" she repeated.

"I don't understand, Jolie?"

"Who is the any man who could fall in love with me and 
do anything for me?"

"What are you talking about, Jolie, that's just an 
expression."

"Are you any man, Val? "Are you?"

"I told you it was just an expression."

"Do you love me, Val?"

I couldn't reply to that one. I sat up in bed and 
looked at her. She was shaking, and I started to slide 
toward her, but she raised her hand toward me to stop.

"Why don't you answer, Val?" she said. "Is it my 
fault? I didn't want to break up your marriage. That 
time you were holding my hands at the restaurant, I 
realized that I had loved you for some time. I wanted 
to tell you, but I knew that you would be disgusted 
with me if I did. You would figure I was just 
interested in a cheap affair after all. I hated you 
for being so much better than me. I knew if I told you 
my feelings, it would be the end of ever seeing you. 
So I pretended -- even to myself -- that I was just 
helping us keep our marriages together.

"The first time we were naked together, I was even 
hoping that I could excite you enough for you to 
forget your vows. That's why I insisted on staying 
naked after you finished shooting me. I was hoping 
that something would happen while I was shooting you. 
But you aren't that kind of man, Val. You don't cheat 
and betray. I was ready to do it.

"When you told me your marriage was over today, I had 
a brief moment of hope. But I could see that you 
expected me to stay with my husband. Why didn't you 
try to talk me out of it, Val? If you had, I might 
have thought that you wanted me like I wanted you. I 
was scared. I guess I'm not as strong as you. I wasn't 
ready to lose both you and my husband and be left with 
nothing.

"So I would have done those things to you, Val, 
because my mind was so confused that I listened to 
you, but I didn't hear you. Don't tell me about women 
talking in code. You men do the same thing.

"Val, I think you've given me the strength to leave 
him. I had good years with him, and I wish him nothing 
but many good years with another woman.

"So you don't have to worry about me anymore. Whatever 
you say, I'll be all right. But I need to know, Val. 
Don't play games with me. Don't tell me something you 
think I want to hear. Just tell me the truth. Are you 
any man, Val? Is that you?"

"Yes it is, Jolie," I said. "I don't know if it was 
love at first sight, but I know that when we were 
spending all that time together taking those photos 
with your husband's spy camera, I realized that I was 
a goner. But I still loved my wife, and I was sure you 
had no feelings for me, and even if you did, bigamy is 
illegal. So my love had to stay a secret. And when I 
saw you were willing to degrade me and yourself today, 
I was sure it was because you still loved your husband 
and wanted to save your marriage."

"How can two executives be so poor at communicating," 
she said as she walked over to me. She pushed me down 
on my back and jumped on top of me and gave me a deep 
kiss that lasted forever. When she took her mouth from 
mine, we were both panting.

"You need to learn how to breathe with your nose," she 
said.

"You do, too," I said quickly because I saw her mouth 
was moving toward mine again.

We kissed nakedly for almost 10 minutes. My erection 
was bent back under me. Finally, Jolie got off of me, 
and it caught her eye. "What do we do now, Val?" she 
said.

"Well, you gave me a lot of time to think just now," I 
said. "Did you know that men can be totally into a 
deep kiss while their minds keep on going in other 
directions? I was thinking we ought to make a video 
for your ex-husband and my ex-wife to give them when 
we tell them about us.

"But it's not going to be the video they expect. I 
want to make love to my next bride for the first time 
tenderly. I want our bodies to become one and move as 
one. I want to give you so much pleasure that you 
won't be able to handle it, and I want to watch your 
body as it tries. I want to delay my orgasm until you 
set a world record for orgasms, and then I want to 
explode like a rocket inside you. I'm even hoping we 
can conceive our first child."

"Is that all?" Jolie said and laughed.

"No," I said. "There are some things on those lists 
they gave us that I'd like to try, some of the kinky 
stuff that's exciting but not painful. But only the 
stuff that you like, too. I don't want you to do 
anything degrading to you."

"Unless I want to, my future husband," she said. "As 
your wife, I have the right to do anything I want to 
do, whether I like it or not."

"You're getting a little confusing again," I said, 
"but whatever you say, I want to hear it. So if you 
agree, we'll erase the videos in all the cameras and 
start over. We'll make a wonderful video for them, but 
we're not going to give it to them."

"We're not?"

"No, they have enough videos of us. We'll tell them 
that the video is not exactly what they wanted, but if 
they still want to see it, we'll show it to them at 
the party to celebrate the divorce decrees, and they 
can watch it on the huge projection screen in our home 
theater. I'm sure they'll take us up on the offer.

"After that, it's for us only. I don't plan on making 
any more videos. After today, everything that happens 
in our bed -- or wherever we choose to make love -- is 
for us only."

"And if we go out of town, it always has to be both of 
us," said Jolie. "No, I take that back. I trust you 
Val, and if you're somewhere without me, I won't be 
worried. And you don't need to take photos and make up 
stories. At first, I used to get excited about the 
stories for my husband, but now stories like that stab 
me through the heart.

"There's a lot of free time at those company meetings, 
Val. If you or I are at a conference alone, what do we 
do?"

"I don't know about you," I said, "but I have a hobby 
now and an expensive camera. I'm going to be taking 
photographs. Most of the resorts have beautiful 
landscaping and gardens, and I'm going to specialize 
in nature photography. And when I come home, I'm going 
to bore you with all my photos."

"That sounds nice," Jolie said, "but why would I be 
bored? I'm sure your photos will be beautiful."

"You don't know much about photography, Jolie," I 
said, "but if you ever take a class, you'll find out 
in the first lesson that if a photo doesn't have a 
person in it, it's boring. And you're never going to 
see one human in any of my photos." 

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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. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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