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“He went for it?” said Gerald. “I can’t believe it.” “Yes, and that without much of a fight. That kinda bothers me. I mean why didn’t he argue with me. I figured I could convince him, but he gave up awfully easy. I mean he is kind of a pussy when it comes to me, but him giving in so easy…” she paused in mid-thought. “Maybe he’s just a realist who knew you’d be going whether he liked it or not,” said Gerald. “Maybe, but, I’m suspecting it’s something a little less obvious. I just don’t know what,” she said. “Well, whatever it is, you do have the go ahead, that is we have the go ahead. And we are going to make the fucking most of it,” he said. She smiled her agreement. ****** “You look very good tonight,” I said looking across the table at my dinner partner. “Well, thank you for that, sir. A girl can never hear that often enough,” said Carmen. “Another glass of wine?” I said. Rubios always had first rate wine. She smiled and pushed her near empty goblet toward me for a refill from the bottle I’d ordered for our table. “You know, Jules, I still can’t believe you okayed her spending these four days with him. Jules, she’s flat cheating on you. Yes, I think she does want you enough to stay married to you because you’re safe would be my guess,” said Carmen. “Because I’m safe?” I said. “Yes, she’s an intelligent woman. She has to realize that not only is she a cheater, but so is mister studley. Add to that, that apart from his no doubt considerable dick, he is very much younger than she is. She must realize that her time with him is finite: he will eventually dump her for younger meat. “Jules, so long as you are willing to put up with her playing, you will indeed be able to keep her. Still, there is the remote possibility that she might leave you for someone else with more money, but at her age she isn’t likely to be attracting many with enough to warrant her leaving you. So, yes, you get to keep her cheating ass. Yippee-eye-o-kai-yay!” she said. I laughed. “Bruce Willis would love you.” I said. “You almost sound like you’re jealous of her.” “You’re a helluva guy, Jules. But, mostly, I just don’t cotton to seeing you being beat up like this. You deserve better. But, then again, you’re so damn pussywhipped that maybe not,” she said. Now, she was laughing. We talked, we drank, we laughed. I was beginning to like the idea that Stacy would be gone for the next few days. Helluva thing. I walked her to her door. She turned, kissed me, and gave me a look. I knew the look. She stepped inside her door and held it open, actually leaning back against it. I shrugged. I entered. She closed the door. She gave me another look. I followed her into the kitchen. She poured two glasses of wine. We sipped them silently for a long two minutes. “So,” I said, “do I get to fuck my lawyer?” “That’s the plan. Your dick long enough to get the job done?” she said. “My errant wife assures me that I do get her off occasionally, so I guess I can give you a tentative affirmative in that regard,” I said. She smirked. “Okay, little man, let us adjourn to the bedroom.” We were naked in record time. Her bald mound had me on my knees and worshipping her. I kissed it, I licked it, I pulled my face tight into it, and then I yanked her down on the floor beside me. “There’s a bed two feet away,” she said. I looked. “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” I said. She pulled me up and onto it giggling the whole time. We played a little with our hands. She splayed her legs wide and I mounted her. I slid in with only a little difficulty. I began screwing her slowly, then faster, then crazy fast. She pulled her knees back as far as she could, Karşıyaka escort bayan hoping, I suppose, that I would reach even deeper inside of her; I did my damnedest. She jerked and squirmed: she’d made it. I was as grateful for that as I was for any I’d ever been able to do. I just couldn’t disappoint this woman. I just couldn’t. At that moment a hundred miles away there was a similar tableau in progress. ****** “What do you think he’s doing right now?” she said to her man of the moment. “Probably jerking off to a picture of you,” said Gerald, laughing. She smiled up at him as he played with her breasts. “You are so bad,” she said, laughing. “You are so bad!” She closed her eyes and became pensive. Her thoughts were of her man, her good man, miles away probably crying in his beer. She’d have to be making it up to him when she got back; she was going to make damn sure he was a happy camper. She felt his huge cock pushing inside of her. Her eyes shot open at the sudden interruption of her thoughts. “God you’re big,” she said. “I’ve been told that,” he said. He took her hard and fast. It was only the first of the evening she knew; it was all right if he left her hanging the first time. ****** Monday night was a marathon session for me and Carmen. She drained me. I couldn’t be sure, but I was beginning to think that she wanted me to be unable to perform adequately for Stacy when she returned. I smiled at the thought. If nothing else Carmen had been the catalyst in the rebuilding of my self-esteem. Stacy had pretty much stomped it down; Carmen was at pains to build it up. A woman, women, had that power, the power to destroy and the power to rebuild. Men, all of us, were slaves to that very large reality; hell, it was nature. Odd, me being just a blue collar guy and a hot shot professional like Carmen making the effort that she was making to make me happy or at least a little less unhappy for a little while. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, more mercy sex the way I was seein’ it. She liked me enough to help me out, and I more than appreciated it. Another oddity, both Stacy and I were having sex with lawyers; Stacy’s of course had not actually passed the bar as yet, but he doubtless would at some point. But, what the hey, I was making as much or more than most lawyers anyway. A social cypher maybe, but a hard working cypher for sure; hey, chopped liver I wasn’t. ****** I was already at work when I got the call from Stacy that she was home; it was 10:00AM. She was taking the rest of the week off. She was worn out from her trip and she wanted to share as much time with me as she could, at least so she would later say when I got home. I tooled into our driveway at 4:21PM. “God, I’m glad to see you,” she said. She sounded like she was feeling some guilt. I thought that amusing, but I didn’t make anything of it. “Good to see you too,” I said. “Have fun?” My tone was flat, not accusatory, not anxious, just matter-of-fact. She gave me a look. I was pretty sure that she expected me to be, what, not real happy, maybe miffed that she’d shined me on for four consecutive days. “Uh—it was okay. Yes, we had some fun. The weather was good,” she said. “Where did you go?” I said. “Refugio. We had a tent cabin for the whole weekend. We came back late this morning instead of yesterday; we wanted to avoid the weekend traffic on the five,” she said. “The beach. Sounds like it was fun,” I said. I wondered how much time they’d spent in the water, if any, between bouts of fucking and sucking. “Yes, I guess,” she said. “But right now, I want to concentrate on you and me, Escort bornova not last weekend. Okay?” I shrugged. “Sounds like a plan,” I said. I actually wondered whether I would be able to perform acceptably given the athletic event that I had been subjected to the night before. “Jules? Is something wrong?” she said. I looked her askance. “No, why do you ask?’ I said, actually not knowing what she was getting at. “It’s just—I don’t know—you don’t seem especially glad to see me. I mean I was hoping , well, I don’t know what I was hoping,” she said. I began to get it. She was concerned that I wasn’t concerned about her liaison with mister big dick. I decided to pin her. “No, no problem from this end. I am glad to see you. Well, I mean, yes I am glad to see you. But, you did spend the weekend fucking my rival, right?” I said. “Julian McCormack, he is not your rival, not in any meaningful way,” she said. “Except in bed, right?’ I said. “I mean I don’t measure up to your standards there; that’s the reality, right, Stacy.” My tone had no rancor in it. I could see she was confused. “Well…” she started. “Stacy, you spent the last four days getting yourself fucked, and, tonight maybe you’ll grant me a little mercy sex. I mean, I know I’m not up to his standards, but I can get you off sometimes, right?” I said. “Hell yes, you can!” she said almost too vehemently. “And mercy sex? Well, whatever you want to call it, we are sure as hell going to get it on tonight and it will be my business to do you up right. Depend on it.” “Okay good, and I am looking forward to my chance with you,” I said. “And, I will do my damnedest for sure. I know no woman is going to be exactly thrilled to have me do her. I mean my equipment, but, I am motivated. I want you to be at least a little satisfied with what I have to offer. I mean really. I know size is important to you, maybe to most women, but I can offer enthusiasm, and you’re going to get it tonight: my enthusiastic efforts. “But, Stacy, I think you should know that I did score a little mercy this weekend, while you were gone, and yes, mercy sex, is what it was; I know it. What I mean is that I spent the last four days having a little fun on the side too. And it was fun, also too. We didn’t have the ambiance of the beach to share, but we wouldn’t have done much swimming anyway had we been there,” I said. The shock reflected on her face would have been comical if it weren’t so insulting. It was like she couldn’t believe that I could engineer a little on the side because I just wasn’t good looking enough, or up to her performance standards. “Huh? “You were screwing someone else while I was gone?” she said. She was clearly more than nonplused. “Yes,” I said. “Who?” she said. “Carmen Mendoza,” I said. “She’s not a threat to you, honey. Just a little mercy for me on the side. A little gratification is all. I mean like you and studley. You were gone, and the opportunity came my way, so…  “We didn’t plan it. It just happened, and I went with the flow.” She took on what an observer might have described as a grave expression. “You had a lover! While I was out of town!” she didn’t quite scream. “Yes. You don’t mind do you?” I said. And, I said it so sincerely that she was momentarily stopped in her verbal tracks. “Mind? Mind! Well, of course I mind…” All of a sudden she realized the hypocrisy of what she was saying and how she was saying it. “I mean, well, I mean I let you know, let you make the decision, as to whether or not I’d be allowed my little…” “Hmm, yes, but all of that was after you’d already been doing it to me. After üçyol escort I was already your cuckold. I don’t understand why you seem so upset about me doing what you’re doing and have been doing,” I said. “Well….” “It’s no biggee. Do I have your permission to continue with Carmen? I mean if you tell me no, I will cut her off right now,” I said. I meant it too, and she saw that I meant it. “Yes, I would prefer it if you cut her off. But, we can talk about it. Okay?” she said. I had to smile and I did. But, I had my plan. “Okay, if you think that that would be the right thing to do,” I said. “Thank you. We’ll talk tomorrow night after dinner. Okay?” she said. “I am still pretty fagged out.” “Sure,” I said. “Whatever you feel is right.” She tendered me an exasperated look. ****** “Wait, wait, give me an opportunity to digest this. You’re saying that while you and I were at the beach he was banging some other woman?” said Gerald. “Yes,” said Stacy. “You sure he was telling you the truth?” said Gerald, he was serious. “Why? You think you’re the only guy who can get a woman to date you?” said Stacy. “No, but him?” said Gerald. He didn’t catch the look of disgust she tendered him. “Well, he did, and yes, I believe he is telling the truth. But, he’ll stop now. I hope anyway,” she said. “Stop him? Hell no! Let him fuck her, I mean if he really is. Whoever it is, she’s isn’t likely to be in your league. Clearly he made the most of what he’s got when he was younger and got you, but he couldn’t do it today. You know it and I know it. He’s past his prime,” he said. “You know, Gerald, if it weren’t for you dick, you wouldn’t be here, and most women would see you as an arrogant asshole. One day your assholeness is gonna bite you in the ass,” she said. He laughed. “Okay, okay, okay I surrender. You’re right. I was outta line. He’s probably got qualities I’m not aware of. I mean he did find this little piece he’s banging with very little warning. Unless…” he said. “Unless?” she said. “Unless, he’s been playing with this little chickee all along, and we, you, never caught on,” he said. “Huh? No,” said Stacy. “He’s not like that. He would never cheat on me. I’m the shit in this household. He’s the white hat. He’s too square to cheat, really. And the chickee’s Carmen Mendoza; she’s his lawyer, and she’s quite pretty actually. I know her though not well.” “And, yet he did,” said Gerald, not unreasonably. “Cheat, I mean.” “Hmm, true, but not without provocation. He sees himself as just doing what I’m doing. Probably felt guilty about it even so,” she said. ****** The man smirked at the barkeep’s question. “No, Rodolfo, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a real nice piece. And, her idiot husband hasn’t got it and I do; so I get her pretty much whenever I feel the urge if you know what I mean,” said Gerald. “Jesus, man, you are a cold sonovabitch,” said Rodolfo. “Naw, not really. She’s an okay bitch, just not anything I’d wanna get serious about. And I treat her right,” said Gerald. Rodolfo walked off shaking his head. Gerald hardly noticed the small elderly gentleman at the table maybe fifteen feet behind him. Nor did he notice the small, but expensive cell phone leaning against the condiment tray. Wonderful things cell phones: book reader, web interface, camera, video cam, voice recorder—oh—and you can even call people like on the telephone; Captain Kirk would have been astounded. Good ‘ole Gerald, on the other hand, was gonna be nonplussed perhaps even chagrined. ****** “Hi Marvin, so did you get anything so far?’ I said. “Oh yeah. you can lower the boom on him any time you want with what I got,” said Marvin Johnson, my all too expensive PI. I smiled. “I had one of my field guys do it for me; he was a cop for thirty years. Name’s Phil Carter. He does part time stuff for me. He loves the intrigue.” “Good, good, very good,” I said. “Please have him stay on the asshole for the next week or so.

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