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"Enough is enough!" Bob had heard people say those words hundreds, maybe thousands of times. He had never said them, never thought them. Until the weekend three weekends before his tenth anniversary.

On that Saturday he mowed the grass, trimmed the big hedges that surrounded their back yard, washed his car and Brandy's and did their laundry. He washed their clothes, dried them and folded or hung them up. Clothes that needed ironing, Brandy ironed.

They had never talked about the division of labor. Over the years things had just fallen into place. The last task of his Saturday had been Brandy's car. He took it to a semi-automatic facility about twenty minutes from their home. For a fist full of quarters he got a few minutes of high pressure wash, with him aiming the nozzle. For a few more quarters he got a vacuum to suck any and all debris from the inside. The revelation came when he was preparing to vacuum the car.

He checked under the seats for things she might have dropped. The week before, he found her Chevron credit card under the driver's seat. His hand went under the seat and he felt something and his mind didn't instantly identify what it was. When he pulled it out, he was instantly both angry and depressed. It was a used rubber.

His mind looked back, reviewing the last few weeks for signs that Brandy might have given that she was cheating.

He remembered unkind remarks she had been making, but she had been making those kinds of remarks for months. He finished up her car and drove it home wondering what his best course of action might be. Dinner was nothing special. Brandy was in a sweatshirt and sweat pants, barefoot, with her hair wrapped in a scarf. She looked more like a cleaning lady than a woman who hadn't done anything around the house all day except make dinner. Her nails were freshly done, however.

During dinner Bob asked, "Our anniversary is coming soon. What would you like as a present?" She looked up from her plate and said, "Someone to fuck me senseless."

Bob knew she didn't mean to say, "I want you to fuck me senseless." She meant exactly what she said. She wanted someone else to fuck her.

Rather than start a fight, Bob said, "I'll see what I can do."

Brandy laughed and said, "Like that'll happen!"

When she was finished eating Brandy got up and left the kitchen. Bob finished eating and cleaned up. He heard the TV come on. He shut off the kitchen light and joined her in the living room. She was stretched out on the couch and didn't move. The available chair had an angled view of the TV.

"I'd like to sit on the couch by you." Bob said.

"I'm already comfortable. Sit in the chair."

He shuffled over to the chair and sat down. When the show she was watching ended Bob got up and left the living room. He showered and went to bed. Using the bedside lamp for light he read three chapters of a novel by James Patterson before Brandy came into the bedroom. She went into the bathroom carrying her nightgown. She showered and came out of the bathroom in the nightgown.

Bob watched her do her ritual and when she came to bed she said, "Shut off the light. As long as it's on, I can't sleep."

He rolled toward her for a kiss. She rolled away. "If you wanted a kiss you should have done it before I got ready for bed." He rolled back the other way and shut off the light. Two hours later he was still thinking. She was asleep.

Bob had been raised in the quietest family in Chicago. At least that was what he believed. He'd never seen either of his parents raise their voice. Never saw or heard an argument. He remembered his Dad saying, "Fighting and arguing doesn't solve anything. It's easier to go along."

When he and Brandy had met and dated they seemed to get along well, in his eyes. He remembered her saying how easy going he was. He was surprised when she said yes to his proposal. He was surprised again when she gave birth seven months after they were married. It was a still-born little girl. He was depressed for months. Brandy didn't sleep nude anymore after that and didn't initiate sex any more either.

Bob didn't say anything to provoke her, which meant he didn't ask her why she wore nightgowns and why she stopped initiating sex. He made her behavior mean that somehow she blamed him for the death of their c***d. When he didn't insist she made it mean that he didn't care. He didn't fight for their sex life. He must not like sex as much as she thought. She turned him down more and more often when he did attempt, hoping he would become assertive and jump her bones. She wore nightgowns and stopped being around him unless she was fully dressed.

Bob thought about his side of what was going on. He had no idea what was going on inside Brandy.

Connor Estridge knew something was going on with Brandy. She worked just down the hall from his office and had been coming on to him for months. As he sat in his office on the first of May, three months before Bob found the condom, Brandy brought three files to him. When she entered his office she closed the door. She had never closed the door to his office before. She stepped to the edge of his desk and said, "I've done everything I could think of to let you know I'm interested. Nothing worked. Ok, I'll be blunt. Name the time and place, I'll be there. I'll strip for you and do anything you want, as long as you'll fuck me!"

They met at a motel that afternoon. An hour of wild sex that just seemed to make her want more. Connor liked how wild she was. For a couple weeks he worried she would ask for a raise, or cash or something. What she asked for was more sex.

By the time Bob found the condom in the car Brandy and Connor were having sex almost every day. They hit every No-Tell Motel within five miles of work, every public park bathroom they knew of and both his car and hers.

What Conner didn't know was that Brandy was also doing his boss, Eric Cameron. Eric was fifty-eight, graying and loved being sucked even more than fucking. Being sucked was all about Eric. Fucking, in his mind, required you pay a little attention to the bitch. Brandy loved walking from being with Conner to Eric's office and feeling her pussy returning to normal as she had a mouth full of Eric.

And Bob had no idea. She had spent years hating Bob for his lack of backbone. Then she realized she could ignore him and he wouldn't do anything. A few weeks later she realized what a great marriage she had. He took very good care of her and she didn't need to do anything for him. She relegated him to the status of staff, not husband, lover, friend, or even companion. She had staff and she had lovers.

Two days after he found the condom Bob was sitting at his desk and said, "Enough is enough!" It felt good to say it. The feeling lasted three minutes. Then he had an overriding thought. "What the hell am I going to do?"

By the end of the day he had the beginnings of a plan. His first action was to find out who. He needed to know who she was fucking. Not that he would confront the man, he just needed to know. He spoke to his supervisor and made arrangements to drop his car at a repair shop the next day and use a company car for the three sales calls he needed to make. Brandy wouldn't see his car and he could follow her to see who she was doing.

At two the next afternoon his sales calls were done, successfully, and he was parked across the street from Brandy's car. He watched her come out of the building alone and get in her car. He followed. She went to a mall parking structure and drove up to the roof. He parked so he could watch her car and two minutes later a Buick parked next to her car. A man in a gray suit got out of the Buick, took off his suit coat, tossed it back in his car and closed the door. He opened the door of Brandy's car and then he looked around. He must have felt safe and alone because he unbuckled his slacks, unzipped and lowered his slacks and boxers as he sat in Brandy's car.

Bob saw her climb into his lap and watched as her car bounced up and down. Fifteen minutes later the door opened and he stood up, facing the car with his slacks and boxers down around his ankles. Bob watched as she sucked him, her head getting all the way to his belly. He was both angry, disappointed and turned on. The sight of her swallowing another man's cock had him as hard as he'd been in months. A minute later the man backed up, pulled his boxers and slacks back up, tucked his shirt in and closed the door to her car.

As he opened his car, she backed out and drove away. Bob followed the Buick. It went back to the same insurance company building where Brandy worked. He parked the Buick in a reserved slot and went inside the building. Bob waited a couple minutes and drove past the parking slot. "Reserved: Connor Estridge".

Now he knew who. He went back to work. In the ninety minutes left in the work day Bob did some work and discovered that his wife was almost sneaky. She had opened a bank account in her name only, in the same bank where their joint account was held. He found it by reviewing their bank statements on-line. She was almost sneaky. Almost, because he found five checks written on their account to her account. The total, eight thousand dollars. He had the account number and the name on the account. He logged into her account on-line and gave the most obvious password he could think of, her maiden name.

He was in. He looked at the list of transactions. They were all deposits. Five from her to her and four from someone named Eric Cameron. Each of those was for a thousand dollars. Nothing from Conner Estridge. He logged out of the account. She not only was fucking around, she was stealing from him. He wondered who Eric Cameron might be.

He logged into Google and punched in the name of the insurance company Brandy worked for. Inside the web site he accessed the office in their city and discovered the name of Eric Cameron, Director of West Coast Operations. He also noticed that Connor was listed as a Sales Manager, AZ & CA Region. She wasn't doing peons.

The next part of his plan hadn't taken solid shape yet. He went home and acted the unsuspecting husband for another night. By nine o'clock he had become really aware of his status and treatment in his own home.

Over the next week he thought of what he wanted to do and devised a way to do it. He got his plan ready and then put it into operation.

It was a Wednesday afternoon. He called Brandy at work from his cell phone. Everything he said sounded to him, for the first time, wimpy. He told her that he was being sent to Las Vegas for three days. He apologized for having to go and for not being able to even see her before he left. He promised to call her at nine o'clock that night. In reality he was already packed and the video system he had installed in their home was already turned on. He was going to Las Vegas and intended to have a little fun and get a little education while he was there. A friend from college lived there and Bob had made arrangements to visit him while in town.

At nine he called from the hotel where his friend worked. He had gotten a comped room and they were both in the room when Bob called home. The call was short. Brandy told him not to call anymore. She didn't like being interrupted. He asked what she was doing that he interrupted and she said, "Entertaining my lover!" She was laughing as she hung up.

Bob looked at his friend, Mike, and said, "I believe her." Mike had heard her remark.

Mike said, "Let me tell you a story, Ok?" Bob nodded.

"About three years ago I was working for a different hotel. Long hours, lots of pressure and good money. Carla was working for a bigger hotel down the strip and making Ok money. Trouble was, when we were together I was too tired to be her husband, if you know what I mean. She started treating me like shit and I was too tired to fight. Then, it got worse. She started with the put downs, the snide remarks about me being a wimp. I found out she was doing a pit boss at her hotel. I turned the tables on her. She thought making me a cuckold was funny. She was getting me back for not being a good husband. I was working hard so she and I could have a good life and she didn't see it. So, the next time she and her boy-toy got together I filmed it. Then I showed it to both of them. I made them a deal. They could keep doing each other as long as they paid me for the privilege. She now does lots of guys and I get the benefits of her pussy. Carla still lives with me, I pay the bills and she does what I say. She now has eight steady lovers, a few occasional lovers and I'm putting f******n to twenty thousand in the bank every month. All of her lovers have done her in my home. I have videos of each one. They have seen some of their own videos. They know what will happen if they stop fucking Carla and they know what will happen if they stop paying."

They talked for a couple hours and Bob knew exactly what he would do when he got home. He would have three days of digital footage shot in his own home. His thoughts of embarrassing his wife and her lovers had changed into a business instead of a divorce. At midnight there was a knock on the door. Mike got up and opened the door.

Carla came in, dressed in a silver-gray dress slit all the way to her waist. Bob was impressed. She was stunning. Lots of blond hair that didn't look like it came from a bottle, plenty of exposed skin and mounds that pointed towards an evening in Heaven. Her exposed legs were long and tanned. She greeted Bob and her husband with hugs and kisses. Mike closed the door. He said, "Carla, did you bring clothes for tomorrow?"

"Yes, Mike. I can't go to work tomorrow dressed like this."

"Where are your clothes?" He asked.

"In my car."

Mike looked at Bob and said, "We've been friends a long time. I'm speaking the truth to you. There are no cameras in this suite, no microphones. I'm giving you a gift."

Bob looked at Mike and said, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"When was the last time a woman sucked you and fucked you because she wanted to do you?" Carla asked.

Bob thought and answered, "Too long ago to remember it."

She got up from the chair and walked to Bob. "You won't be able to say that an hour from now." She dropped to her knees and her hands went to his zipper. Bob looked over at Mike and said, "You're just gonna watch?"

"No! After you fill her mouth the first time, I'm gonna fuck her ass. Then she's yours for the rest of the night. I love watching her get fucked in the face."

Carla looked up at Bob's face and asked, "You want me to suck you with my dress on or off?"

"Naked!"

She stood and offered her undressing to him. It didn't take long. He slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and the dress slid down, catching for a few seconds on her nipples, then sliding to the floor. Thigh high stockings, strapped heels and a silver thong were all that was left.

Mike said, "Give me the thong, Honey. I'll take it home with me." She peeled it off and gave it to him. Bob noticed she was completely bald down where the thong had been. As Mike pocketed the thong Carla dropped back down in front of Bob and sucked on his cock.

She was good and as he watched he remembered her asking her question in a way that said she really wanted to suck him. What he saw and felt was proof she wasn't lying. She watched his face as she sucked. The key to him, to all men, was in their eyes. She used her hands to hold his ass. She loved how some of her lovers had really hairy asses and some had almost no hair at all. She loved how Bob had lots of hair and it was coarse, almost wiry. Somehow it made him feel manlier to her. The fact that he was shoving seven inches of hard cock down into her throat helped her see him as manly too.

Peripherally Carla saw her husband getting undressed. She knew he'd be filling her ass soon. She guided Bob back to a char and helped him sit. She kept his cock sliding in and out of her throat as she maneuvered him. When he sat she got up, off her knees and stood with her legs spread wide, her body bent at the waist and Bob's cock in her mouth.

Mike stood behind Carla and slid his cock into her wet pussy. Two deep strokes and he was wet enough. He pulled out and placed the head of his cock against her ass hole. He spit to add to the lube on his cock and then he pushed. Carla pushed back. She loved being taken at both ends.

When Mike pushed into her and her ass opened to allow the assault Carla pulled off Bob long enough to say, "Fuck me hard, boys! I love it!" She re-swallowed Bob completely and felt him penetrate all the way into her throat again. Mike was completely in her ass and grunting. Bob was watching her suck and grinning like a fifteen year old.

It wasn't long before she felt Bob losing it. His nuts pulled up tight and his cock started throbbing. She was ready. At the first shot of his cum she pulled back a little. She didn't want it going down her throat, she wanted it in her mouth where she could taste it, feel it, then swallow it.

She wasn't disappointed. Bob gave her months of semen. When his load was shot he started to wilt. She kept his cock in her mouth and licked, sucked and caressed it with her lips and tongue. She could feel Mike getting closer as she cleaned Bob.

Mike said, "Honey, I'm going to fill your ass! I love filling your ass! I love watching you suck Bob while I fill your ass!" Three strokes later he slapped her ass and grabbed handfuls of her cheeks as he slammed home and unloaded. She felt his hot juice pulsing into her ass. She didn't say it but she knew his load was joining the loads of two other men who had been there earlier and made their deposits.

She knew what was next. Mike had a ritual. He pulled out of her ass and took a single step back. Carla stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom. Mike followed. She stepped onto the toilet seat and squatted, facing Mike. He knelt down and watched as Carla relaxed her ass muscles and let all that cum slide out.

She didn't watch it fall from her. She watched Mike's face. He was in heaven. He believed all the cum was his. He wouldn't care if he knew it was three loads, he was the one who got to watch. Carla thought this was Mike being the naughty boy and doing something good boys never do. It was her gift to him. She loved her life and it was possible because of Mike.

Bob stayed in the bedroom. He didn't know what they were doing and he didn't think he wanted to know. He pulled his pants back up and belted them. He got a diet Coke from the in-room fridge and took a drink.

Mike came out of the bathroom grinning and started getting dressed. He saw Bob with his pants on and said, "Carla's staying with you. Get undressed and enjoy her. She wants to enjoy you."

Carla came into the bedroom and picked up her dress. She got a hanger and hung it up. Mike kissed her, shook Bob's hand and said, "Bye, you two." Seconds later, he was out the door and gone.

Carla helped Bob get undressed. They got on the bed and Carla showed her skill at reincarnation. She literally breathed life back into his cock. They fucked in as many positions as Bob could think of and two that Carla showed him that he wasn't sure were humanly possible. They were possible because Carla studied and practiced yoga.

She had entered the suite at midnight. She left just after noon with a promise to be back at midnight, with a surprise. Bob promised to be there at midnight. As soon as Carla was gone Bob went to bed and slept six more hours. When he got up he drove out of the city and parked in an isolated part of the desert while he thought.

Carla had shared her thoughts about her life with Mike before he took control. She described a relationship a lot like his and Brandy's. It got Bob thinking about how his behavior could be looked at. His wife misunderstood him, just like he misunderstood her. Then he thought about how he could change, how his marriage could change and if it would be worth it.

By eleven he was back in the suite. The sheets were fresh, the room smelled clean and the odor of fucking was gone. Bob showered, shaved and put on a robe. Carla was not coming to his room to check out his wardrobe. At precisely midnight he heard a knock on his door.

He opened it, expecting Carla in another great sexy dress. His big welcoming grin disappeared instantly. Carla was there... and so was another man. They walked in and Carla said, "Hi Bob. This is Mario. He needs a shower and I promised he could use your shower. He needs to shower before he goes home, otherwise his wife will smell me on him and that wouldn't be good."

Bob pointed to the bathroom and said, "Ok. The shower's in there."

Mario smiled and said, "I need the shower after I fuck Carla, not before. Have a seat. I love being watched."

Mild mannered Bob sat down, his mind spinning. They expected him to watch them fuck? In seconds Mario and Carla were naked and she was sucking his cock. It was long and his skin tanned all over. Bob noticed he was rock hard before Carla had sucked Mario for ten seconds. He watched and they put on an exhibition of fucking for him. Mario spoke to him as they fucked. Carla spoke to him as well. It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed.

When Mario came he came in Carla's mouth. Bob watched as Mario's load shot the inch from the end of his cock into her open mouth. None escaped. When he stopped shooting she stood up and kissed Mario. She gave him his load back. She pushed him back onto the bed and hovered above him, letting the last of his own cum drip from her mouth to his.

"Are you watching, Bob? He loves the taste of his own cum. I love the taste too. Come here, Bob. We have a gift for you."

Bob stood and walked to the bed. Carla grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him. Her cum coated tongue invaded his mouth and he tasted the cum of another man for the first time. As they kissed a hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him slowly.

The kiss ended and Bob looked down. Mario was holding his cock! Carla said, "Honey, you don't have time! Get your shower and get home to Marsha. Next time Bob's in town you two can get together." Reluctantly Mario let Bob's cock go and got off the bed. He took another look as he went into the bathroom. Carla waved and he was gone.

Carla replaced Mario's hand on Bob's cock. "Did you like our little surprise?" She asked.

"It was a surprise. I liked it. It gets me thinking."

Bob moved her on the bed until her legs were tucked behind her shoulders and her cunt open wide. He knelt with his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed inside. Carla urged him on.

"Mario will be coming out of the bathroom in a minute. Show him how great a fuck you are. Be deep inside my cunt! Master me! Dominate me! Fuck me!"

Mario heard them and he came out, buttoning his shirt. He stopped and watched as Bob slammed into Carla. They moved an inch with each thrust. As he watched Carla's feet hit the headboard and stopped them from sliding further. Bob continued to slam into her.

Bob held her legs as he punished her cunt, his body pounding against hers, bruising her and bruising him as well. Thought was gone, it was a****l fucking. Bob made noises as he pumped into her. No words, just grunts and groans. His hips moved as a blur and in one stroke he pulled back far enough he pulled out of Carla and when he pistoned forward his cock aligned with her ass and he slammed in! She screamed in pain and surprise. Bob felt like the skin had been torn off his cock. All movement stopped and he felt his balls unload.

Carla felt him unload too. Through the pain of being suddenly ass fucked she felt him unloading into her. She couldn't move. Her legs were still pinned behind her shoulders and his hands held them. His upper body weight pressed down on her legs.

It took a concentrated effort for Carla to speak. She finally got the words out, "You've got to move."

Bob heard her. He pulled back and watched as his cock came out of Carla. He noticed a tiny bit of blood, not nearly as much as he thought he'd see if the skin tore off his cock. The blood was Carla's. When he was all the way out he said, "I'm sorry. I hurt you." He said it softly.

Carla untangled herself and got Bob down on the bed beside her. She kissed his face a few times and said, "That was the best fuck of two thousand and eight! Don't apologize for making me bleed a drop or two. Honey, that was incredible!"

When they looked Mario was gone. Neither of them knew when he left. They stayed in bed the rest of the night, being tender with each other. Bob promised he'd be back soon and that he'd call Carla before he came to Vegas. She promised that Mike would share her with him and comp him a room again.

In the long drive back to L.A. Bob thought about Carla a lot. He also thought about his wife and the next step of his plan.

Brandy was at work when Bob got home. The trash cans were full, dirty dishes in the sink and the bedroom was a mess. The entire house smelled like sex. Bob went through the house opening all the windows. He discovered that Brandy had used the guest room bed, too. He started the wash, did the dishes and took out the trash after he checked the recording of what happened at home while he was gone.

Connor Estridge had been there twice, in the master bedroom. He was an energetic fucker. He used two positions with Brandy, missionary and doggy and he used them often.

The guest bedroom was used with a different man. Younger, taller than Connor. He got sucked and fucked three times while Bob was out of town. Bob put a new disc into the machine and put the recorded disc into a safe place so he could edit it later.

When Brandy came home she found the house restored to clean and orderly. She changed from work clothes to sweats without even looking for Bob. Bob wasn't home. He was at the store. He bought plenty of food and supplies so he wouldn't need to come back for a few days. He loaded some things into a cheap ice chest he bought and filled it with ice.

Back at home he came in through the back door and started loading his purchases into the kitchen cabinets and fridge. Some of the things he bought stayed in the car. Brandy came into the kitchen and said, "Thanks for cleaning up."

Bob noticed how she was dressed and how she didn't even say welcome home. She did thank him for cleaning up. In his mind he said, "Enough is enough." Out loud he asked, "Would you rather have chicken fajitas or some pasta?"

"Fajitas, but not too spicy." She turned and left the kitchen. He put the five bags of groceries away and made dinner. When it was ready he went to their bathroom and got two small pills from a prescription bottle. Past experience told him that two pills with dinner and she would be out cold for four hours.

He powdered the pills and mixed them into Brandy's food. He served their dinner and she ate all her dinner and a little more. She had a beer with dinner, too. After she was done she went back to the living room. Bob cleaned up dinner and when the kitchen was clean he found Brandy passed out on the couch.

A fireman's carry got Brandy to the garage and into Bob's car. Two hours later they were in the desert parked on a dirt road. Bob had grown up in the desert where he had taken Brandy. He knew he could stay there for days without being disturbed.

He got two lawn chairs out of the trunk and set them up. He undressed Brandy and got her nude body into one of the chairs. He poured lighter fluid on her clothes and watched them burn about thirty feet from the car. He put the keys to the car under a rock near the back tire of the car.

He checked the time and knew Brandy was asleep. The pills had worn off. He took a small bottle of water from the ice chest, took a good drink and poured a little on Brandy's tits.

She jerked awake and slapped at the tiny stream of cold water hitting her chest.

"What the fuck!" She yelled. Bob smiled and stopped pouring. He took another drink and sat down. Brandy sputtered, "Where am I? Where are my clothes? What the fuck is going on?"

"I wanted to have a talk with you, so we took a drive out here." He spoke quietly, calmly.

"I want my clothes!"

"You'll have your clothes, later."

"I want my clothes now and I want to go home."

Bob pointed to a distant light. It was at least a mile away. "Under that light is a pay phone. If you have fifty cents you can make a call from there. Between here and there is a mile of rocks, sand, cactus, thorns, lizards and snakes. From the light to the nearest town is eighteen miles. The sweats you were wearing are gone forever."

"I demand you take me to me clothes and take me home." She screamed.

Bob spoke calmly. He said, "If you use the word demand again I will hit you. I have never hit you before, but the days of you demanding anything from me are over. We are here to have a talk. We aren't going anywhere until we have that conversation."

"I can take you! I'll just slap the shit out of you and take the car, leaving your sorry ass out here alone."

"I don't have the keys to the car on me. Slap the shit out of me and you're still out here in the desert, bare assed, bare foot and shit out of luck."

She fumed and stayed in the chair. Bob was a patient man. No cars came by, no planes flew over. He sipped from the water bottle.

"Ok. If having a talk is so damned important to you, talk." She folded her arms across her chest and crossed her legs. The expression on her face reminded Bob of someone who had just sucked on a lemon.

"Ok. I've made some big mistakes in our marriage. I'm not exactly sure what all of them were, but I've learned enough to start correcting them. Mistake one, I'm too easy going. I avoided any kind of conflict. I can see now that isn't a good thing. Two, when our baby died we never talked about it, never did anything together to heal from the hurt. We should have. You made decisions about us and you changed your behavior towards me unilaterally. I still have no idea why. I didn't press you about it, not because I didn't care, but because I didn't want to add to the pain I thought you were experiencing. That too, was a mistake on my part."

Bob paused, hoping Brandy would say something. She didn't. She could have told him that she married him because the guy who knocked her up took off when she told him she was pregnant. She could have told him she wanted to divorce him after the baby died but he was so nice to her, took such good care of her that she stayed. She changed her style of dress because she didn't want to have sex with him. He didn't turn her on. She got turned on by forceful men. He was too nice. She didn't say anything.

Bob continued. "As time went on I saw you taking less and less care of the house, our stuff and yourself. I took up the slack. I didn't talk to you about it. Anytime I started to, you reacted negatively and I allowed that to push me away."

"You're a wimp! I push you away because I can. Remember what I told you I want for our anniversary? I meant it!"

"You want to be fucked senseless? Remember what I promised? I said I'd see what I could do." Bob got up and went to the other side of the car. He came back carrying a cot. Made of aluminum and green webbed fabric it was strong and light. He dropped it on the ground a foot from Brandy. He started undressing.

"Get on the cot, Brandy, or stand up and bend over, you're about to be fucked senseless."

"I don't want you to fuck me! I want a man to fuck me! A real man!" She was screaming.

Bob finished undressing, except for his shoes. He took the three steps to Brandy and jerked her to her feet. She tried to hit him and he slapped her across the tits. She screamed and fell back into the chair.

"Get on your back on the damned cot!"

She glared up at him and thought about grabbing is cock and ripping it off. He hit her across the face.

"Harm me and you'll die out here. The buzzards will pick your bones clean. Are you going to fight me all the way or are you getting the idea the wimp is gone and I'm in charge?"

"You're still a wimp!"

"Probably, but I'm learning fast. The wimp of a week ago would never had hit you. He loved you the way he had been taught to love a woman, a wife. You wanted a forceful man, one who would take what he wanted. The wimp wanted you to give him what he needed. A mismatched pair if one ever existed. You now have a choice before you, get your ass on that bed and open your legs for me or fight me and get left in the desert."

"You won't do it! You're a wimp who grew balls for a minute! The minute is over."

Bob sat down and took off his shoes. He pulled on his boxers and then his pants.

"See," she said. "You've wimped out again."

Bob pulled his shirt on and put his shoes back on. He folded the chair and put it in the back seat of the car. He said, "The weather forecast for this area says that by nine this morning it will be a hundred degrees. By three this afternoon it will be near one-twenty. There is no shade for at least ten miles. You have no shoes, no clothes and no sunscreen. You're so pale that I can see the veins in your tits. By ten you'll be bright red. By noon your skin will be so painful you'll fall down on the burning hot sand and by three you'll be dead. Before dark the a****ls will have eaten most of the skin off your body. All because you won't fuck me. You fuck Connor. He doesn't love you, but he treats you like a whore. No, that's wrong. Whores get paid. For Connor, you're just a slut. For Eric, you're a whore. Did the young guy who shot his load up your ass yesterday pay you? Are you his slut or his whore?"

"You know?"

"I was a wimp, not stupid. Before I go, tell me why you'll spread your legs for them and not me? You might like the new me. I don't care if you cum. I don't care if you enjoy fucking me. I just want to fuck you senseless once before the divorce. You can have all the fucking you want. What you can't have is the wimp back."

"You knew?" She looked bewildered.

"You did everything but fuck them in front of me. Think about what the house looked like when I got home. Think that it could have looked like that or smelled like that if you hadn't been a slut-whore while I was gone? As a matter of fact, you did fuck Connor Estridge in front of me. Then he stood next to your car and you sucked his cock while I watched."

She stood up and moved to the cot. She leaned back until she was on her back, legs spread.

"You look a lot like my wimp husband, but you ain't him. I need a good fuck. Come fuck me, please."

Bob took off his clothes again. He moved to her and as he assumed the position he slapped her pussy. She jumped and yelped. He hit her again and again. When he heard a wet slap he stopped. He shoved his cock inside her and said, "I read somewhere that having your cunt slapped gets you wet. I didn't believe what I read."

"Believe it! Now fuck me!"

He slammed in. The action was hard and fast and then stopped. Bob felt his cum rising and he didn't want to cum yet. He backed out of her and used three fingers to replace his cock. Twisting and jamming into her, he fucked her hard and fast with three fingers. She came and he acted as if he didn't notice.

He gave her orders and she obeyed. "Lift your legs, bitch." "Pinch your own nipples, hard!"

He pulled his fingers out of her and jammed his cock back inside. "Pull your legs up by your face!" She did. Hey were both breathing hard, grunting and making other a****l noises. He pulled his wet cock out of her cunt and pushed into her ass. She screamed and he didn't even slow down. When he was all the way in he shoved his fingers into her cunt.

"Oh God! Please stop! You'll kill me!"

His hand twisted, his hips bucked and Brandy passed out. Bob continued to fuck her ass until he was ready to cum. He pulled out and moved so his cock was at her mouth. He opened her mouth and shot his load into her mouth. She gagged on his cum and came back to life. He back away from her and looked at her. She was spitting cum from her mouth and shit had leaked from her ass. She was a mess.

From the trunk of the car Bob got a gallon of water and some soap and washed himself. He used a small towel to get dry and then said, "Have you been fucked senseless?"

"Yes! I'm sore all over! I'll feel that fuck for a week!"

"No, you won't." Bob sat and started redressing. Brandy was still on the cot.

"I won't?"

"No. For you to feel it a week from now two things need to happen and they aren't both going to happen. One of them, maybe, but not both."

"What two things?"

"One, you need to be alive a week from now. Two, you would need not to be fucked again during that week. We haven't determined if you'll still be alive. I guarantee if you are alive you will have been fucked and fucked often between now and then."

"I want to be alive and I want to be fucked often between now and then." She squirmed on the cot. It was nearly sunrise and the temperature was rising.

"If you choose to live it will be by my rules. You'll agree to them now and live them the rest of your life."

"What are they?"

"You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck, whenever I tell you to fuck them. That's the first rule. Agree?"

"Yes."

"You will never fuck anyone unless I tell you to do so. That includes hand jobs, blow jobs, eating pussy or any other sexual activity."

"I don't eat pussy!"

"You will if I ask you to. You will do whatever sexual activity I ask you to. Agree?"

"Yes." Her answer was almost a whisper.

"Say it louder."

At the top of her lungs she screamed, "I will fuck anyone anywhere you want me to! I will eat pussy or suck cock or anything else you want me to."

"You will keep the house clean, inside. I will keep the outside clean and take care of both cars. I will fix whatever breaks in the house. We will share cooking. When I cook for us, you clean up. When you cook a meal for us, I'll clean up. Agree?"

"Yes!" She yelled. Bob smiled.

"The only days you wear panties are when you're bleeding. You will get rid of any pants you can't take off in less than fifteen seconds. When you are with me you will dress in what I want you to wear. When you are to be with a sex partner you will wear what I tell you to wear. Agree?"

"Why the thing about my pants?"

"Because I might want to fuck you and I shouldn't have to wait. Agree?"

"Yes!" She still yelled, but not as loud.

"Any and all money you make comes to me. Any and all money you want or need comes from me. If Mr. Cameron or any other person gives you money, it comes to me. All of it. Agree?"

"Yes!" She yelled again and again it was not as loud as before.

Bob handed her the half full plastic water bottle and the soap. "Get clean."

She did. By the time she was clean the sun was up. The temperature was rising quickly.

"One last thing. You agree to take very good care of me. While I was in Las Vegas I paid someone to watch me. If something terrible happens to me he'll know and within a few hours you will die. He won't care if you did it. He won't wait to see if the police think you did it. You will just die. My life becomes your responsibility. Your life depends on it. Understand?"

"Yes." She said it with an even tone. She had surrendered.

He handed her a bag from the trunk. She looked inside and found clothes.

"You said my clothes were gone forever."

"The sweats you were wearing at dinner last night are gone. I burned them over there." He pointed to the ashes from the fire. "If you started walking towards the light you would have stopped before you'd gone fifty feet. The ground out here is sharp and hard. Your feet are soft."

She dressed. She found a skirt, a shirt and a pair of shoes in the bag. She said, "No bra?"

"You can wear a bra to work. When we are at home or out like this, I prefer your tits more available. As I drive I might want to touch your tits. So, no bra."

He folded her chair and put it behind the front seat with the other chair. He didn't touch the cot.

"We're leaving the cot?" She asked.

"Yup. If you ever see it again, you'll know you're dead." He opened the car door for her and she got in. She looked up at Bob and said, "Thank you."

He closed the door and went around to his door and got in. On the way, he picked up the rock and retrieved the keys. The car started and he drove. He went the opposite direction from the light he had pointed to in the night.

"In case you're wondering, if you had walked to the light and if there had been fifty cents waiting there, you would have been nineteen miles from the nearest person."

She was quiet all the way home, thinking. They went through a drive through and Bob bought them breakfast. He ordered two number four breakfasts at McDonalds and while they ate he drove. When they were done Brandy collected their trash and put the bag by her feet. She said, "Thanks for breakfast."

"You're welcome."

When they got home she said, "I could run."

"You could. You could come home during the day tomorrow, pack your car with your things and leave. I won't come after you. I will divorce you day after tomorrow. Here's what will happen: You will quickly discover life is a lot tougher on your own. Suddenly you'll have no help with rent, utilities, food, insurance or anything else that costs money. Think you can afford a nice place like this on your own? Think Connor will leave his wife for you? Or Eric? Think again. They like you because you're safe. They know you're married. You're looking for a good fuck, not a ring."

"You've become cynical."

"Maybe. I'd have said I've become coldly realistic."

"When we go inside, what's next?"

"That depends. You want to go? Or, are you staying?"

"If you'll let me go why'd you take me out to the desert?"

"I wanted to talk with you. I needed to get your attention before you'd listen. It worked."

"Do we need to go back to the desert to fuck like that again?"

"No. We will fuck like that often, and we'll fuck in many other ways too."

"Then, I'm staying." She opened her door and got out. Bob got out too and as she went through the door into the house Bob slapped her bare ass.

"Sweetheart, you left a big wet place on the seat of my car. Get something and clean it up, please. I like the smell of your pussy, but it needs to be cleaned up."

"You usually do the cleaning."

"I'm asking nicely. This time, please clean up the wet spot on the seat."

She got paper towels and a spray bottle of cleaner and went back into the garage. Bob went to the bathroom, stripped and showered. Brandy came into the bathroom before he was done. She was nude.

"May I join you?"

"Yes. That would be nice. I haven't had my back scrubbed in months."

She got in with him and he handed her the soap. She did his back and ass then she reached around him and began washing his front. He shaved while she got him clean. When her soapy hands began stroking his member he said, "If I get hard I will fuck your mouth and you will swallow."

Her stroking stopped, for a moment. She turned him to face her and she bent to his cock. He backed her up until her ass was against the tile and he thrust into her mouth. At first the strokes were an inch into her, but gradually he went deeper and deeper.

"Don't throw up. Relax your throat and learn how to take all of it!" Bob's hands held her arms crossed on her back. The first time he bumped her uvula she gagged, and he stopped moving. She wanted to throw up, but worked hard not to do it.

Bob pulled back and said, "Take a deep breath. Relax your throat. Think about how much Connor will love being deep throated!"

She looked up at his face. It was clear she was confused. Would Bob really let her keep screwing Connor?

As she looked up with the question in her eyes, Bob shoved back into her throat. She gagged. For half an hour they practiced deep throating. She had not mastered her gag reflex, but she had made progress. Bob said, "Enough, for tonight. We'll do it again tomorrow night."

Brandy started to stand up. His hands stopped her and turned her around. He spread her legs and shoved his hard cock into her pussy. It didn't take long before he shot his load into her. As soon as he did he pulled out.

"I didn't cum." Brandy said.

"Did you cum in the desert?"

"Yes! I lost count!"

"You'll cum again tomorrow. Let's go to bed."

He got out of the shower and dried off. He was almost completely dry anyway. He had shut the water off during the deep throat lesson. Naked, he went into the bedroom and got in bed. Brandy came out of the bathroom and went to her chest-of-drawers.

"No nightgown. No panties. No bra. Just get in bed."

"Yes, Sir." There was an edge to her voice. Bob heard a rebellion brewing. When she got into bed he grabbed her by the nearest nipple. Not the whole breast, just her nipple.

"Ow! What's that for?"

"You keep forgetting that the wimp is gone. Maybe if I give you a little pain when you forget, you'll learn that he's gone."

Her hand covered her breast and she said, "I'll remember."

"Sooner or later, it's up to you."

They went to sleep. In the morning she woke up alone. The house was quite quiet. She got up and began her morning ritual. Brushed her teeth, peed noticing how tender her vulva was, and went to her chest-of-drawers for clothes. She opened the second drawer where sweats lived. The drawer was empty except for a note that read, "They're gone forever, not to be replaced. Wear a skirt."

She wore a skirt and a pull over shirt. No bra. She had no plans to go anywhere. On the way out of the bedroom she wondered what was for breakfast. In the kitchen she found another note, "I'll be back at ten. We will be going out at eleven. Don't make any plans for the rest of the day."

She made herself a bowl of cereal and ate. When she was done she left the bowl on the table with the cereal. She put the milk back in the fridge. It was nine-fifty when she left the kitchen.

A couple minutes before ten, Bob walked through the kitchen door. He saw the bowl and cereal on the table. He smiled as he resisted the impulse to clean up after Brandy. In his head he said, "Enough is enough." He stepped to their laundry room and found a wooden clothes pin. They still had a few, even though Bob had bought a dryer years ago.

In the living room he said, "Brandy, please stand up." She did.

She asked, "Where were you?"

"Please put your hands behind your back for me."

"Why?" She looked a little afraid.

"Because if you do what I say, it will hurt less than if you don't." Bob kept his voice calm and the meaning ominous. She put her hands behind her.

Bob looked at her face and said, "If your hands stay away from your chest and you do what I ask you to do, this will not last long. Understand?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Give you a lesson." He opened the clothes pin and pinched her nipple through her shirt. He attached the clothes pin and slowly released his finger pressure. Brandy tried to pull away and she said, "Jesus, Bob that hurts!"

He let go completely. Tears streamed down her face and he said, "You left the cereal and your bowl on the table. I'll take the clothes pin off when both items are where they belong."

She intended to rush. She turned to fly into the kitchen and learned how badly it hurt to move at all with a clothes pin attached to her nipple. She made it into the kitchen and put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. Bending over to do that hurt in a whole new way. Twice her hands started to reach for the clothes pin, and stopped. She stood back up and put the cereal box in the cupboard. As the cupboard door closed Bob opened the clothes pin and took it off her.

As the blood rushed back into her nipple she dropped to her knees and screamed in pain. Bob sat on the floor beside her and asked, "You are a very intelligent woman. What have you learned this morning?"

"Two things. The wimp is dead and I'd better clean up after myself."

"Very good. While I was out I bought you a present."

"A present?" Her face looked bewildered.

"Yes. Take off your clothes. We need to see if I got the right size."

Brandy carefully removed the shirt, then quickly remover the skirt. Bob took a black leotard from the bag he brought home and gave it to her.

"Put it on, please."

She stood up and stepped into the leotard, pulling it up and putting the shoulder straps over her shoulders. It fit very snugly. Pussy hairs escaped on both sides of the crotch. Her nipples were quite easily visible.

"You do have some gym shoes, don't you?"

"Yes, but I can't go out dressed like this."

"Why not?"

"I need to shave and wear panties and a bra to go out in public!"

"Partially correct. I want you to shave every hair from your pussy then get dressed in the leotard again. No Bra. No panties. And, put on the shoes."

"Dare I ask, what's going on?"

"Ask when we're in the car. Now hurry, we need to be there in thirty-five minutes!" He pushed her towards the bathroom. In her rush to be ready, she nicked herself twice. She was bald and redressed in thirty minutes. When she rejoined Bob in the kitchen he handed her a pair of nylon running shorts. She smiled and put them on.

As they got into the car she asked, "If you were giving me shorts to wear, why did I need to shave?"

"Because people will still be able to look up the leg openings of the shorts and hair isn't appropriate."

She thought about his answer, but didn't ask any more questions. They were answered when Bob parked behind a yoga studio. They walked in and found ten people spread out around the room. Six women and four men. The instructor introduced herself and had Bob fill out the forms while she started the class.

An hour later Brandy was soaked in sweat and wanted nothing more than a shower and a trip to bed. It was not to be. Bob took her from yoga to a walking path at a park. Together they walked two miles. Both were sweaty when they got back in the car.

"You've decided to kill me." Brandy wheezed.

Bob laughed. He started the car and said, "Not even close. We're getting into shape. You're doing yoga so you'll be the best fuck in the state! Imagine what being in bed with the instructor would be like. She's so flexible I'll bet she can damn near lick her own pussy."

"Oh my God! You might be right! When she showed us that one pose she spread her pussy so open I could see it through her leotard!"

"You'll be able to do that for me and I'll jam my cock in while you do it!"

"I'd like that." Bob could see she was in a fantasy about sex and yoga. He drove them home.

They showered and dressed. Bob took her out to dinner and they both ordered salads. He treated her like they were on a date. He kissed her in public a few times, squeezed her butt a few times and touched her breast as they drove a couple times. By the time they were back at home Brandy was hot for some sex.

Bob said, "I have another surprise for you."

"I hope it involves you shoving your beautiful cock inside me!"

"It does." Bob went to her chest-of-drawers and found a scarf. He used it as a blindfold and tied it around Brandy's head.

"I can't see."

"That's what blindfolds do. Now, undress. She did. Bob took her clothes and set them aside. He helped Brandy lie down on their bed with her legs spread. He touched her open cunt gently with his finger tips for a few seconds, then he slapped her as he had in the desert. She yelped and reached for her pussy.

"Put your hands against the headboard and keep them there. If I need clothes pins to teach you, I have some."

Brandy reached and put her hands against the headboard. Bob slapped her pussy three more times. He said, "Stay right here, just as you are."

Brandy heard him leave the room. She heard him in the living room. When she heard the front door open she felt an adrenalin rush. Was someone else in the house? She heard Bob's voice whispering. She couldn't make out all the words, but some.

"You need to... and when you take pictures ... faces... shaved pussy... quiet."

The stereo came on and whatever else was said, she missed it. She didn't hear them come into the bedroom. She jumped when a hand caressed her pussy. The hand was inside a latex glove and there was lube on the glove.

"Bob?"

"Who were you expecting?" The voice didn't sound like it came from where she expected the owner of the hand would be. Was Bob watching another man touching her?

Bob's voice asked, "Does that feel good, Brandy? Does it turn you on?"

"Yes, Bob, it feels good." Her hips moved without her willing it. They just responded to the slippery fingers touching all over her pussy. The fingers kept stroking her until she was frustrated. She wanted more. She wanted to be fucked.

"Open your mouth, Brandy. He's not quite as big as me. Maybe you can take all of him down your throat. Be a good slut for us and try."

A hard cock touched her lips. It didn't push. It just touched.

"Open for him. Use your tongue to invite him inside your mouth."

She opened her mouth and he slammed about four inches deep in a second! She almost gagged from the suddenness. He didn't smell like Bob. He wasn't hairy like Bob. Bob was watching another man shove his cock in her mouth!

"Suck him, Brandy! I told him you were a good cock sucker, even though you hadn't learned how to deep throat yet."

Brandy sucked and her attention shifted from being shocked at mild-mannered Bob pimping her out, to pleasing the cock in her mouth. She wanted to use her hands and stroke the cock and play with the balls slapping against her face, but she didn't dare. The thought of a clothes pin on her bare nipple scared the hell out of her.

When the cock touched the back of her throat she gagged. He shoved in deeper and she continued to gag. Her hands came off the headboard and suddenly the cock was gone! She choked and sputtered for a minute, grateful that he had pulled out.

"You disappointed me, Brandy. You moved your hands. Put them back on the headboard."

"I was choking!"

"I won't let you die! Focus! You can do this. Other whores do it! Porn stars do it! Are they better than you?"

"I can do it!" Brandy adopted a new attitude. Her hands pressed on the headboard. She didn't realize it but the clothes pin was just inches from her tit. If Bob hadn't seen the shift in attitude she would have felt it.

The cock touched her lips. She opened her mouth and lifted her head to take him inside. He penetrated her mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper until his pubic bone hit her chin and nose with every stroke. She gagged often and didn't throw up. She also didn't die.

After what seemed hours the cock was fucking her throat and she was no longer gagging. He shoved in deep and filled her throat with his load of cum. When he was spent he slowly pulled out.

Brandy felt him get off the bed. She heard the bathroom door close. Bob's voice was mere inches from her ear. "You did well. Next time I fuck your mouth, I believe you can take all of me."

"I will try, Bob." Brandy's voice convinced him she meant what she was saying.

The bathroom door opened and Brandy thought she heard the men leaving the bedroom. She heard the stereo shut off and then heard the front door open and close. A minute later she heard the fridge open and close.

"Take off the blindfold, Brandy."

She took it off and found that the bedroom was quite dark. Only the light from the street light across the street shining through the curtains lit the room. Bob handed her a bottle of cold water.

She drank half the bottle. "Thanks." She said.

"For the water, the fucking or both?"

"Both. I didn't believe I could do it!"

"There are a lot of things I didn't believe either of us could do. But, that was then and this is now. Would you like to do your bedtime ritual so we can go to bed?"

"You've already changed my bedtime ritual. Are you going to change it some more?"

"Probably, but not tonight." He motioned her off the bed and into the bathroom.

When she came back she climbed into bed and snuggled against Bob. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "I've missed this. I ought to be pissed at my parents for teaching me to be so mild-mannered. They did what they knew to do."

"You're not pissed at them?"

"No. I'm pissed at me. I saw where we were going and didn't have the balls to stop it."

Her hand gently held his balls. "Feels like you've got them now!"

"Tomorrow is Monday. You're going to work. Connor and Eric will be there and they know nothing about the desert. I assume you'd like to keep fucking them?"

"Not if you don't want me to." She answered, being cautious.

"I know you still want to fuck them. You like strong, powerful men. I get it! I'm even Ok with it. In fact, I want you to stop doing them in parking lots and public bathrooms. You could get arrested! I think you should set up the guest bedroom as your playroom and bring them here."

"You're serious? Here?"

"Think about it. It's the safest place you could be. Anything you might want is here. No cops. Nobody watching. You can always be sure you have rubbers available. You can both shower before and after. How much better could it be?"

"There's a word for a man that lets his wife fuck around. Are you sure you want that word to apply to you?"

"I'm already a cuckold. You've been fucking others for months. Now, I'm a willing cuckold. I liked watching tonight. It was much better than watching from fifty yards away while you sucked Connor."

"What do I say to them?"

"Come on over. Bob is at work. Bob's going to the movies with friends. Bob won't stop us. Tell them whatever you told them while I was in Las Vegas. But, don't fuck anyone any where except here. Every time you're bringing a date home, call my cell and tell me who, what time and how long they'll be here. If one of your lovers wants to stay overnight I need twenty-four hour notice and a room at the Marriot that they pay for."

"You've thought about this."

"Yes. I like being married. I like being married to you, especially since I grew balls. I understand that I created the slut-whore you've become. Pretty stupid of me to get angry about something I did. So, I compensate. You get fucked as much as you want and so do I."

"Are you going to fuck other women?"

"Probably. I haven't given that much thought, but probably."

"Oh." Bob could almost hear the gears in her head turning. He shut off the lamp and went to sleep... after Brandy kissed him soundly.

In the morning they dressed and went to work. At a little after eleven Bob's phone rang. Brandy said, "Connor wants two hours today. Say four to six. After that, I'll make dinner for you and me. Ok?"

"Sure. Stop at a pharmacy on the way home and get a few condoms. I'll get more on my way home so you have a supply. What time will dinner be ready?"

"Give me forty-five minutes to an hour after Connor leaves to clean up and cook. Say seven."

"I'll walk through the door at seven. Thanks for the call."

"You're sure about this?"

"Yup. Have a good time! Oh, one more thing: no hickeys."

"Gotcha! No problem."

Bob stopped at the library on his way from work. He checked out three novels. He figured he would be spending some time reading while Brandy was entertaining. He also stopped at a pharmacy. He bought a three-pack each of six different kinds of condoms. When he put them on the counter in front of the young sales-girl she blushed. Bob smiled, but didn't say anything.

He parked in the shade at the park near their home. At ten minutes to seven he was twenty chapters into a James Patterson novel. He put a bookmark in the book, started the car and drove home.

Brandy greeted him at the door with a hug and a great kiss. She tasted like the sauce she was putting on the pasta. She pressed her t-shirt covered tits against his chest and ground her hips against him. He gave her the bag of condoms and she looked inside. Her eyes widened. Eighteen condoms even looks like a lot of condoms.

She served him dinner that included salad, garlic bread and shrimp in the pasta. A glass of wine was poured after he sat down.

As they ate Bob told her he loved the dinner. It was really good. She told him that she loved not needing to sneak. She told him that Connor wanted to stay a little longer and she had told him he could stay, if he helped make dinner for Bob.

She laughed and said, "He was dressed and gone in five minutes."

After dinner they sat together on the couch and watched some TV. Bob played with Brandy's pussy as he watched "The Biggest Loser". It crossed his mind that it had just been forever since her pussy was available while they watched TV. He also remembered how she had sent him to sit in the chair because "she was already comfortable."

On Thursday Brandy called Bob at work. "Hi. How would you feel if it wasn't Connor and it wasn't Eric?"

"The younger guy you did while I was gone?"

"No. Someone new." She sounded nervous. Maybe even worried about his reaction.

"Who?"

"Martin Shiff. He is the manager of the dry cleaners next door."

"What does he drive?"

"I wondered if you'd ask. A black Caddy. It's new."

"Is he married?"

"That's the funny part. He's married to Carolyn Matsuko, the daughter of Dr. Matsuko of the Methodist Church in Riverside!"

"When does he want to play?"

"Tonight. Five to six, then he has to get home for a meeting at church."

"Ok. I'll be home at six-thirty. Remember all the details, I want the whole story over dinner."

"Bob, I love you! Thank you."

"I love you, too."

Bob thought about the video system running in their home. He had put a fresh disc in the night before while Brandy was in the shower. The daughter of Dr. Reverend Matsuko. How interesting.

Brandy cooked every time she had a guest. Brandy was taking good care of the house. Her lovers were seeing where she lived. Bob listened to her stories about her dates and fucked her hard as she told him about them. Brandy was having orgasms nearly every day and sometimes three or four in a day.

Three months passed and during those weeks Bob arranged lots of things he didn't share with Brandy. He arranged to sell their house. He opened two accounts in the Cayman Islands. He transferred all their money except a thousand dollars to the Cayman Island accounts. He got a power of attorney for his realtor and a contract to transfer the proceeds from the sale of their home to the account in the Caymans.

Bob called Brandy at work one day near the end of the three months.

"Sweetheart, I've got to go to Seattle for a couple days. You can go with me or stay here. If you stay I still want to know who and when you're fucking. No overnight guests unless they leave me the price of my room in Seattle. My room is fou