One of my clearest memories from childhood is ten-year old me overhearing an argument between my mother and father when I was supposed to be asleep.

"Why do you disrespect me so, George; you not only have affairs but you're not the least bit subtle about it," my mother sobbed. "You seem to enjoy rubbing your infidelity in my face."

"Get over it, Joyce," my father replied in a sharp tone. "I'm not the first guy to need sex outside of marriage."

"But you promised to stop; you're killing me; I have no self-confidence and feel less than human," Mom moaned on the edge of hysteria.

"I can't help it that other women fuck better than you do - pull it together or you'll drive yourself to drink," my father responded without any hint of remorse or compassion.

"Don't you care about what this would do to our daughter Jennifer if she finds out?" Mom sniveled now clearly going over the brink.

"Then fucking make sure that she doesn't find out," were my father's last words before he left for the night, obviously to have a tryst with one of his mistresses.

I wanted to go comfort my crying mother, but I didn't want her to know that I had overheard them. From that day forward I grew closer to my mother and emotionally distanced myself from my father, only interacting with him when necessary.

I'm convinced that my father's cheating let to a premature death for my mother. While she didn't commit suicide, I could tell that the only reason that she stayed on earth was to care for me. I don't know why she stayed with the jerk; maybe she was afraid of the economic consequences because she didn't have any marketable skills, and because she did not have a strong personality.

Two months after my sixteenth birthday Mom's life ended in a car crash, as she drove recklessly from a humiliating confrontation with my father about another of his transparent affairs.

My father tried to be supportive of me after my Mom's death, but even though I never confronted him about it, he knew that I justifiably blamed him for it. I did little more than sleep at our house, and tried to have things to do all weekend so as to avoid him as much as possible.

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I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but I worked hard motivated by my desire to get the hell away from my old man; and I was crafty. By my seventeenth birthday I had enough credits to graduate High School.

I was also lucky enough to have a good friend named Tiffany Scalia. Most of the other kids at the upper middle class school that Tiffany and I attended were very wary of Tiffany and never befriended her because her father was - well to put it nicely - in a very "shady" business. I embraced her friendship, however, and always was pleasant when interacting with her parents. Both of her parents, Adolfo and Gina, welcomed me into their home, and liked me a great deal.

Tiffany was on track to go to college, but I needed to get a job as soon as possible in order to get away from my father. To facilitate that, just before graduating from High School I asked for a big favor from Tiffany's father, Adolfo Scalia; a second identity. He was happy to accommodate his daughter's best friend as long as I kept it between us and never let anyone else know. My second identity included a new social security number and birthdate. I became not just Jennifer LaBate, but also Alicia Brighton.

I didn't even bother to tell my father when I got my High School diploma at the end of summer school after my junior year. I collected my personal things, emptied the relatively small joint bank account that my father and I had (separate from his much larger accounts) after forging my father's signature to a withdrawal slip, and left him a simple note:

"Hey George. I'm gone, out of your life. Don't try to find me. Rot in hell, you murdering asshole!"

I think that my note let him know how I felt about him.

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I was confident that I could make it on my own - with a little more help from Adolfo Scalia. Alicia's birth certificate indicated that she was a year older than Jennifer. Eighteen year old Alicia got a job as an exotic dancer at "Bottoms Up," a high-end club that Adolfo was a part owner of. I was perfect for the job because even though I had a shitty father and a weak mother, I had been a winner in the "looks" gene lottery; I had a pleasant face and a five foot nine, one hundred thirty pound, body with long sleek legs, a round ass, and nice C cup boobs, as well as naturally blond hair with red highlights.

Because Adolfo let it be known that no one was to mess with me, and because Bottoms Up had a high-end clientele and some of the toughest bouncers in the country, I was able to work without the fear of harassment that most women in my situation are exposed to. One of the older dancers even took me under her wing and taught me her best moves. That, combined with my daily gym workouts, allowed me to become the headliner at Bottoms Up by the time that I really was eighteen and a half years old.

I had become such a regular patron and so proficient in the gym that as Jennifer I not only got a free membership but I got a part-time job at the gym training out-of-shape older women. I filed tax returns under two different social security numbers; Alicia paid a lot of tax, Jennifer very little.

I worked at Bottoms Up until I was a little over twenty one, and made scads of money; on some busy Saturday nights I got more than a thousand dollars in tips. However, I knew that exotic dancing was not a long term profession, nor one conducive to marriage, which I ultimately was interested in. I decided that a good follow-up would be working as a masseuse.

I became sexually active after my eighteenth birthday, but not as Alicia - as Jennifer. While, as Jennifer, I had had a number of good sexual experiences by the time that Alicia quit working as an exotic dancer, I never had a particularly satisfying relationship. That changed when, as Jennifer, I met Rick Wilton while Alicia was studying to be a masseuse and Jennifer was still working at the gym.

Rick is a big strong guy, and handsome too. My first impression of his looks was very favorable, and he also seemed nice although maybe a little too full of himself. We met one weeknight when he was a guest of one of the gym regulars. While I was used to guys hanging around me and usually just tolerated it, in his case I welcomed it. We chatted on and off for about two hours.

Rick hung around until I was done working at the gym, and wasn't particularly subtle.

"Say Jennifer; I was hoping that maybe we could go out together this Saturday night."

"I don't know, Rick; I think I need to know a little bit more about what you're like before I commit a Saturday night to you. I'm in demand, you know," I said, with a big smile and in a flirtatious manner.

"I have no doubt about that," he chuckled. "If not a Saturday night for a first date, then what?"

"Well Saturday at noon you could take me to that paintball park that opened up last month off of Route 50. Unless you're afraid of getting dirty, or of a girl kicking your butt," I replied with a big grin.

"Getting my butt kicked?" he snickered. "You're on; how about I pick you up at noon..."

I cut him off. "How about I meet you there at 12:30 instead; you're not coming to my apartment until I know you better," I said with an even bigger smile.

We had a great time at the paintball park both when we were on opposite teams and the same team. I wasn't really worth a shit at paintball but it was very instructive - it revealed a lot about his personality, and even some things about his character, and I liked what I saw.

I didn't make it easy for poor Rick to romance me, though. It was obvious that he was smitten with me, and I saw him as the best relationship prospect I had come across, but I wanted to take things slowly. I actually put the poor guy through a facsimile of the Twelve Labors of Hercules, including a ropes course, bowling, a ballet, a concert, miniature golf, a comedy club, and even Bingo at a local senior citizens home where I volunteered. He passed with flying colors.

Bingo was our seventh date; he had yet to see my apartment, let alone be invited in, and all he had gotten in the way of body contact was a few kisses and a couple of tit feels that in good humor I warded off. As we entered the senior citizens home he was mobbed by a good dozen old ladies, all of whom knew me from my volunteer work there. After they oohed, aahed, and harassed him for ten or fifteen minutes I rescued him.

Rick grabbed my arm and chuckled. "You really are pushing it to see how dedicated I am to you, aren't you?"

"Hey dude, Bingo's fun," I replied, pinching his cheek.

"Yeah, well if it doesn't work out with you I've got a dozen eighty year olds that would gladly hook up with me," he snickered.

I laughed.

"If I'm going to play Bingo, I want it to be for more than just a few bucks," he chortled.

"What then?" I inquired.

"How about if I beat you, you invite me to your place tonight and make me dinner. If you win I take you out to the nicest restaurant in the city. Deal?" he asked, extending his hand.

"Deal," I replied while shaking his hand. "Best of three. Do you even know how to play?"

"I'm a fast learner, Jennifer," was his reply.

We agreed that a game would end when someone called "Bingo" and that whichever of us had the most markers on our card at that time would be the winner between us.

I beat his butt in the first game - he missed several numbers on his card - but I made sure to lose the next two games, intentionally missing some numbers on my card. I pretended to be upset. We left as soon as he won the second game, and he followed me home.

When he entered my apartment I changed from playing hard to get to a tigress. I put my arms around his neck, gave him a passionate kiss filled with tongue. "I'm adding another condition to me making you dinner," I seductively said after the kiss.

"What's that?" he skeptically asked.

"I need to be sure that you're a good fuck, and like to eat pussy," I replied before sticking my tongue in his mouth again.

Although I'm sure that he was shocked, Rick took it in stride. Within minutes all of my clothes were off, I was sitting on my living room couch while moaning and grabbing his hair as he licked and sucked my pussy and clit. After a first orgasm I encouraged him to sit on the couch with his mushroom head cock sticking straight up. I had never seen a mushroom head cock before - I liked it!

After I sucked Rick's cock, diligently tonguing the mushroom head while I made eye contact, I mounted him and slowly buried his dick in my pussy. Getting that mushroom head inside of me was a little tricky, but fun to negotiate. It felt so fucking good - it seemed like his cock was just the right size for my pussy and the contrast between his head and shaft really turned me on. Once I was buried we both started undulating, rocking, and bucking in a frenzy of activity. While I dug my fingers into his shoulders he squeezed or sucked my tits or pinched my nipples.

I came again faster than I had ever come a second time in my life, and when I came a third time he discharged five or six cum bombs in my cunt. I wondered if my ecstatic scream would cause the neighbors to call police, but in actually at that point in time I didn't really give a shit. I was concerned only with our mutual pleasure.

I eventually did make dinner - I just heated up frozen pizza and made a salad, hardly a gourmet meal - but Rick didn't complain. Maybe it was because he spent the night and we fucked twice more before we got up the next morning.

I fell hard for Rick that morning. We were about to shower together, but before I turned on the water he got this look of lust in his eyes. He bent me over the bathroom sink, weaseled his mushroom head into my still cum-soaked tender pussy, and started reciprocating. As I supported myself with my hands on the sink I could clearly see him in the mirror, and since he was turned slightly I could even see his cock moving in and out of my pussy. He had a positively euphoric look on his face as we fucked. I was so turned on by the way his mushroom head was stroking my G-spot, the way that he was fingering my asshole with one hand and squeezing a nipple with the other, and the pure excitement he was experiencing, I had one continuous orgasm, highlighted and punctuated by the deposit of another large wad of cum in my pussy.

Rick had to halfway support me in the shower as he washed the cum off of my body and made sure that my nipples were squeaky clean.

I made him blueberry pancakes for breakfast. We were both starving and ate a batch that was supposed to serve six people. After we finished breakfast and sat down next to each other on the couch he had fucked me on the previous night, I was as blunt as I ever had been in my life.

"Say Rick; you are one terrific fucker. Plus I really like you. I'd love to make a habit of fucking you but there's one big caveat that probably will prevent that?"

"Wow - you really speak your mind, don't you?" he replied.

I chuckled.

"What's this supposed major caveat?" he asked.

"I don't share. If you're going to keep fucking me we need to be exclusive. That probably is too much to ask of a stud like you, but that's my deal," I responded, trying to give him the most seductive look possible.

He stared at me kind of like what I envision a hungry lion would do when looking at a gazelle. It seemed like a long silence. I stood up and said "Well I hope to hear from you..."

He pulled me onto the couch and gave me a passionate kiss. "Fucking you was the most fun I've ever had in my life," he grinned when he finally let me up for air. "I couldn't handle anyone else if I'm having sex with you even if I wanted to - and I don't want to. How about dinner tonight at my apartment?"

I grinned. "OK."

"Bring an overnight bag," he said before giving me another zealous kiss.

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Things moved swiftly with Rick. We definitely were simpatico in many ways aside from sex; and the sex was beyond incredible. We fucked each other in so many different positions and places that it was impossible to remember them all, especially since after every extended fuck fest with Rick my mind was full of cobwebs and my vision blurry.

My lease was up two and a half months after our first fuck, and as soon as it was I moved in with him in the small house that he owned. Three months after that when we got home from a party about two a. m. he sat me down on a couch, got on one knee, took out a ring box and said "Jennifer LaBate; will you make my dreams come true and marry me."

Of course I wanted to say yes; but I hadn't had a real heart-to-heart talk with him about the subject that was the most important to me regarding marriage - fidelity. Considering what a hunk he was and how women responded to him I needed to have that talk.

"Rick; I'm not going to answer right now. I love you and want to marry you but there is a subject we need to talk about first."

He looked a little hurt and bewildered. I kissed him twice on the lips in quick succession.

"I'd rather not go into details but I need you to know that I had a very, very bad experience in my life when there was a serious fidelity issue with people that I was close to. If I marry you, you have to understand that that is my number one priority. I'll never be with another guy and you'll never be with another woman. If you are that will be the immediate end of our relationship no matter what the circumstances," I said as seriously as possible while holding his hands.

"Of course that's what I expect if we get married," he replied, somewhat perplexed.

"Yes that is the normal expectation," I replied, trying to be as calculated as possible although my emotions got the best of me as a vision of the conversation between my parents that I overheard when I was ten flashed into my brain. A few unwelcome tears drained from my ducts as I continued. "I just need you to know that with me it is far more than an expectation; it is a necessity, a requirement; even an obsession."

He still had a perplexed look on his face, and he was truly mystified by what I said and did next. I stood up and pulled him up off his still bended knee. "I'm going to take you to bed and fuck your lights out, and then I'm checking into a hotel until you've thought about what I've said and you call me."

He started to protest. I put my finger over his mouth in a "shushing" motion. "Wait at least forty eight hours; any time after that that you come to a thoughtful decision, call me."

I let him to bed, seductively stripped him, sucked both his cock and balls with alacrity, then rode him reverse cowgirl to a gargantuan simultaneous orgasm.

After our orgasms I lay next to him, sucking his slimy cock, stroking his head with one hand, and manipulating his testicles with the other, until he fell asleep. Then I packed the necessary clothes and left for a hotel room.

Exactly forty eight hours after our talk - almost to the minute - Rick called me; it was 2:04 a.m. My cell phone ringing woke me up. "Please come home tonight, Jennifer. I have something to ask you," he pleaded.

"I'll be right there," I groggily responded. I immediately packed up my stuff, checked out, and got home by 2:45.

Rick met me at the door with a passionate kiss. He lifted me up and carried me into the living room and plopped me down on the couch. Again he got on one knee.

"Jennifer, I want only you. I don't ever want anyone else and I swear I'll be true to you. Please make my life complete and marry me," he said, holding out a diamond engagement ring with sapphire baguettes.

"Yes, yes, yes," I shouted in glee as I threw my arms around him and kissed him fiercely.

We got married in a small ceremony just three months later. Of course I wanted as little publicity as possible since I didn't want my old ex-father George LaBate to show up, but an announcement made it into the local paper anyway. Tiffany was my matron of honor (I had been the maid of honor at her wedding a year earlier) and I actually made hard-ass Adolfo Scalia cry by asking him to give me away. Gina Scalia sat holding a photo of my mother, where she would have sat if she were still alive.

I was embarrassed when Adolfo and Gina gave Rick and me an all-expense eight day honeymoon trip to Hawaii as a wedding present - but not too embarrassed to turn it down.

There was only one bummer. Ole man George snuck into the wedding chapel during the nuptials; but at least he had the good sense not to try to come to the reception once I became Jennifer Wilton - I was glad to get rid of LaBate as my surname, my last association with my father.

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I never told Rick about my secret life as Alicia; I'm not sure exactly why. Despite my trust in Rick, maybe it was a vestige of the trauma I suffered as a little girl, protecting myself so that I always had an option. Whatever it was, I became a true master at living one work life and a home life as Jennifer Wilton, and a secret work-only life as Alicia Brighton.

Alicia got a massage certification about three months after Jennifer got married. When married I filed separate tax returns from Rick. All the money I made as Jennifer went into our household expenses, and the money I made as a masseuse I put into bank accounts and stock purchases for Alicia, along with the more than $200,000 already there from when Alicia worked as a stripper.

As Alicia I worked for a group of massage therapists for six months, and then started my own business, subletting space from a nutritionist and acupuncturist.

To minimize the chance that someone who knew me as Jennifer would recognize me as Alicia, and also to tone down my attractiveness as Alicia, I wore a rudimentary disguise when working as a masseuse. I put clip on red hair extensions in my hair, I wore plain lens glasses, and I put actor's three-dimensional makeup on my nose and chin. The makeup was virtually impossible to detect and changed my "celestial" nose to a more straight-edged one and covered up the small cute dimple in my chin.
I enjoyed working as a masseuse except for one thing. I detested getting hit on by married guys. With single guys I didn't mind as much, and was pleasant when turning them down. With married guys an inner rage built up, and while I wasn't completely rude, I wasn't really gentle in shooting them down. Some of the more irrepressible ones I even dropped as clients, but others who paid well and were a little more subtle I kept on.

Rick and I had a great sex life. My passion barely cooled over the years, and I was sure that Rick had no complaints. We alternately made love and fucked, and we were spontaneous. We also loved experimentation, although if we were both really horny our always successful standby was Rick sitting on the couch and me sitting on his cock facing away from him. I just loved it when that big mushroom head snaked its way up my willing pussy, and in that position he could squeeze my boobs and I could massage his balls as we fucked.

When we had been married five years, and it was about six months before my twenty-eighth birthday and just after Rick's thirtieth, we decided that it was time for a bambino. My plan all along was to quit working as a masseuse and put Alicia into mothballs once I got pregnant. I would continue to work part time at the gym until my third trimester, after which I would stop working all together and become a stay-at-home Mom, at least until a second child was in school.

Rick was thrilled to go along with my plan. The small business that he owned was doing very well. While we were not likely to become filthy rich, we were certainly financially comfortable.

I found out that I was pregnant two days before my twenty-eighth birthday, when I was about five weeks along. I didn't tell Rick right away for two reasons. The first was that I wanted to tell him under the right circumstances and parlay that news into a long weekend fuck fest at some luxury resort. The second was that I wanted to immediately start winding down my massage business and wanted to see how easy that was going to be before I gave him the good news.

Of course you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice, men, and women, don't you; they sometimes get fucked up. Mine did.

It was probably the pregnancy hormones that caused my tolerance for the married assholes that hit on me to evaporate, and turn to some sort of a psychological revenge against my father by fucking up the assholes. When Charles, one of my regular married male clients, was none too subtle, and even mistakenly on purpose exposed his dick to me during a massage the day after my birthday, something in me snapped.

"Charles you love to talk a big game, but I don't think that your body can cash the checks your mouth writes," I flirtingly said while finishing up his massage a few minutes after his "wardrobe malfunction" (actually a "towel" malfunction).

"Oh yeah," was his enthusiastic reply. "Try me."

"I don't think that you'd be willing to go along with what I'd be up for; I like games," I replied in a seductive voice.

The towel on his crotch mysteriously rose up as he responded "Just tell me what you have in mind."

"Give me your cell phone number when we're done and after I make some plans I'll give you a call," I tittered.

Of course he did give me his cell phone number and tried to kiss me, but I warded him off, although I didn't go ballistic when he gave me a pinch on my ass - instead I just smiled.

In the next two days, three other married guys hit on me for about the umpteenth time each, and I handled them much the same way as Charles. Over that weekend I called and canceled all of my other clients, telling them the truth - that I was taking a long hiatus to deliver my first child - and devoted the rest of my time to making the married philanderers pay.

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My plan to teach the cheaters a lesson was simple in concept, difficult in execution. I planned to tell them to meet me in a hotel room, and to lay on the bed blindfolded and naked waiting for me. I promised that when I arrived that I would suck then fuck them. In reality, I would get their wives there under the pretense of meeting their husband, and see how things played out. I would hide a video camera in the room and film their sessions to see how complete my revenge was.

All four guys were thrilled with my little game-playing suggestion. In fact one of them, Bruce, was so excited he said "I have a really good looking friend who I owe a favor to. Can I bring him along? I know that all the women who have been with him rave about his dick."

I really wanted to teach Bruce a lesson, so over the phone I nonchalantly said "sure," while breaking a pencil I was so pissed.

The upcoming Thursday was Valentine's Day, so I got them all to commit to a morning or afternoon tet-a-tet. I rented a room in a hotel that still had old-fashioned keys for the day before and the day after V-Day in addition to that day, and the room next to it for V-Day and the next. When I picked up the key I cut off the heavy metal plate that it was attached to that said "Do Not Copy," took it to my local hardware store, and had eight copies made. Then I had a friend reattach the plate with the same type of link that it had originally.

It was an easy job to find all four of the wives; I had their home addresses from the checks that their husbands paid me with for my massage services. I drafted up a really cheesy poem for each. The day before V-Day I had the cheesy poem, a red rose, and one of the keys hand-delivered to each of the wives. The one for Charles' wife was:

"Darling Bernice:

For a special treat

Please I do meet

For treatment so sweet;

On the day for lovers

Under a hotel's covers

Our passion then hovers;

Don't tell hubby

Even though you be bubbly

Nor any other buddy!

Your hubby Charles "[there were big Xs through "hubby Charles" but it was intentionally still readable]"secret admirer!

The enclosed key is to Room 312 at the LeClaire Hotel in Old Town. Be there at noon sharp; I'll be waiting! And remember, don't say a word to me or anyone else - you'll spoil the mood! We'll leave our keys in the room when we're done!"

I talked to Charles, Bill, Simon and Bruce, the cheating assholes, on the phone one last time. I told each of them that I would have a key to room 312 delivered to them the day before we met. I told Bill to be there by 9:50 a. m. at the latest and to be waiting for me to arrive at 10:00 a. m. sharp, Bill by 11:50 a. m., Simon by 1:50 p. m., and Bruce and his friend by 3:50, with the wives to arrive ten minutes after them.

I didn't really think that it would work for all of them, but if I just got one cheater nailed I'd be happy. I was never going to see any of them again since I had shut down my business and vacated my sublet office, and they would never be able to find Alicia since nothing would remain of her but her hefty bank account and brokerage holdings. The only address for Alicia that I had ever given anyone was a private mail drop, and I had also canceled that and didn't leave a forwarding address.

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I have to say that I was really excited as V-Day approached. I told Rick that I had some things that I had to do and would not get home until about 7:00 p. m., but that I promised him a great meal and some good news. He said not to worry since he had something going on and wouldn't be home until then either, and that we could even celebrate V-Day on Friday instead of Thursday if I wanted.

The first cheater's session didn't go quite as planned. Bill got there by 9:30 he was so excited. I hoped that the other guys would not be early too since if they overlapped it would be a disaster. Bill almost immediately got naked and was walking around stroking his dick. About three minutes to 10:00 he blindfolded himself with the blindfold that I had had delivered to him with his key, and lay on his back on the bed with his cock sticking up in the air. His wife Tricia stole into the room right on time.

Tricia came prepared. She took off her raincoat and was naked underneath. She immediately started sucking Bill's dick and he was moaning in pleasure as she also fondled his balls and he blindly reached for and grabbed her tits. Tricia is a vey nice looking woman, but had been short-changed in the boobs department - she had an A- cup. Since I have a C+ and always wore a tight top when doing a massage, tiny boobs was not what Bill was expecting when he made contact with them.

While Tricia was working on him with alacrity I could see Bill surreptitiously lift up a corner of his mask. To his credit, he didn't jump up, scream, shinny away, or anything of the sort; he took it in stride.

Bill started saying stuff like "I saw your hot married pussy in the grocery store and I had to have you." "Get your tight little cunt up here." "I'm going to bang you like your husband never has." He was obviously a great actor.

From the look on Tricia's face she was really enjoying his comments. Momentarily they started fucking and as soon as they did I stopped watching. It was being recorded so I could play back the end later. I was hoping that they didn't go on too long, however, but had a plan to get them out of the room before Charles was due to arrive if they did.

When about 11:15 I saw Bill and Tricia leave Room 312 arm-in-arm and giggling I breathed a sigh of relief. I replayed their interaction after they were through fucking. They were all lovey-dovey; Tricia had a star-struck look on her face. I'd say that Bill's was more a look of relief than anything else, although he was sure to smile whenever she looked at him. After watching this unexpected conclusion, I erased the video of their encounter - I'm not a voyeur.

Charles arrived right on time and blindfolded and stroked himself as he lay on the bed. Bernice was also right on time. She started playing with his balls and going "Uhmmmm." Poor Charles didn't react well.

"Oh, shit, Alicia, that feels so fucking good. I've wanted you to move your magic fingers to my balls during every massage, you vamp," he blurted out.

Bernice stopped short. "Who's Alicia?" she sternly inquired.

Charles immediately snapped up to a sitting position and removed his blindfold. "Oh shit - Bernice?" tragically burst out of his mouth before he could think about what he was saying.

Bernice didn't handle it well. She started screaming about how she knew that he was having an affair, what a shithead he was, etc., etc. Charles tried to backpedal and make her believe that he was role playing, but she would have none of it. Within three minutes after his "Oh shit" comment she was out the door and threatening divorce. He followed her, naked, out into the hallway futilely trying to get her to come back. Fortunately for him the old style hotel door didn't slam closed and automatically lock, so he was able to get back in and dress.

The entire time that he was dressing he was cursing me out loud, and he slammed the door in anger as he stormed out.

I laughed so hard that I almost fell off the chair in the room next to theirs, where I was stationed with my computer connected to the camera in order to enjoy the action. "That's more like it!" I said to myself. "Bill was just lucky!"

I'm sure that both Bill and Charles tried to call my massage job cell phone but they both got the message "This number is no longer in service as of February 14."

Simon's and Chelsea's episode went very similar to Charles' and Bernice's except that Chelsea didn't yell and scream. She lit into Simon, however, and wasn't accepting his bullshit excuses. He ended up in tears as she told him that this was "the last straw" - apparently she knew that he had cheated before. "I'll be taking the kids to mother's house and talking to divorce counsel tomorrow," were her last words before she walked out the door.

Simon was a defeated man as he dressed on autopilot and slinked out of the room.

"One escapee, two down, one to go," I chortled to myself.

Since I disliked Bruce more than the others, I hoped that his wife Jill was a killer chick and would do some physical arm to him, especially since he had a buddy with him. From things that Bruce had told me during massage sessions - things that he never should have - Jill was a large feisty woman. "This could be real fun!" I snickered to myself.

Bruce and his buddy arrived by 3:40 p. m. They were apparently anxious. They were obviously excited as they stripped. Bruce's buddy had his back to the camera so I didn't get a good look at him - until, with his face still primarily looking away from the camera his rigid cock was visible from the side. That's when my world collapsed - I'd recognize that mushroom head anywhere.

Bruce's goddamn buddy was Rick!

I was queasy. I ran to the toilet and vomited. When I returned to look at the computer screen connected to the camera and listened to the sound I almost wish that I hadn't.

"This Alicia woman better have as hot a body as you say, Bruce, after the women I've set you up with," Rick said.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch - she does. But it's not like I really owe you, though. I mean that girl I set you up with last month - and the one in January of last year - hell both of them were top grade cunts!" Bruce chortled.

"The one last month had a smelly pussy - I had to scrub my cock for ten minutes to get her smell off before I could have Jennifer blow me," Rick laughed. "She did have nice tits, though. Plus, I will have to say that my two sessions with that cunt from last January in Philly were really great - almost as good as fucking Jennifer."

"If Jennifer's so great why are you always looking for some ass on the side?" Bruce inquired.

"Hey - I just need variety, that's all, and except for that cunt from last month I wait a day after fucking someone else before I fuck Jennifer because she's got a hard-on about fidelity and the shit would hit the fan if I got caught. I will need some more ass once Jennifer gets pregnant, though, since I doubt that she'll be able to keep me satisfied then," was Rick's rejoinder.

I got sick again.

When I returned from the bathroom, the two assholes were lying on the bed with their dicks up in the air - Rick's noticeably more meaty than Bruce's. I heard the door to the room open and in walked Jill.

Jill was not the Amazon that I had been led to believe. She was tall, probably five feet ten or eleven, but not at all bulky; except that she did appear to have good sized bazoobas.

"What the fuck is this?" she asked in a raised voice, with her hands on her hips as she stared at the two naked guys. Bruce snapped to attention and removed his blindfold. Initially Rick just peeked out from his.

Bruce was obviously rattled, but didn't fuck up as badly as Charles and Simon had. After a little stuttering he recovered beautifully - I guess that you could call it "beautifully" from his perspective.

"Honey...darling...as a special Valentine's Day treat I thought that maybe you'd like to have a three-way. I know that's one of your fantasies," Bruce gurgled.

"Who told you that, shithead?" she stammered.

"Well - uh I overhead you once," Bruce said. It didn't sound convincing to me, but she seemed to accept it; obviously she did have that fantasy.

"That was just talk," she snipped.

While Jill was protesting, she definitely was looking at Rick's big mushroom head - which he was making no attempt to cover up.

It was clear that Rick didn't quite know what was going on, but he caught on enough to help Bruce out. Plus, now with his blindfold removed, the look on Rick's face had a real tinge of lust to it. Apparently he didn't give a shit if it was Jill or the mythical Alicia that he was fucking.

After a few more tentative exchanges between Bruce and Jill, Rick got up off the bed - his cock still hard - and walked to within a few feet of Jill.

"Listen, Jill," he said. "Please don't blame Bruce for this. He owed me a big favor and this was my idea. I've seen you without being seen myself several times, and you really floated my boat. Plus I see that you're even hotter in person."

Rick was laying it on thick, and Jill was responding. Although she still had her arms crossed the look on her face had softened, and she was still staring at that mushroom head, I'm sure wondering what it would feel like in her pussy.

"Honestly, please forgive Bruce and me. We really thought that we would be making this day special for you, but if you're not interested - you probably don't find me attractive - I understand. I'm disappointed, but I understand," Rick said, sounding as sincere as a used car salesman.

When he said "you probably don't find me attractive" his dick twitched noticeably - twice. I don't know if it was just a reaction, or he could control it, but it wasn't lost on Jill.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion for me as I saw my husband making his best efforts to get into the pants of the wife of a guy that I assumed was his friend. It was clear that she wanted to buy what he was selling. Within five minutes of when he first started talking to Jill, she was bent over the padded chair in the room with her panties off and her skirt up while Rick was working his oversized cock head into her pussy and her husband was kneeling on the chair feeding his cock into her mouth.

Once Rick started pumping his cock into and out of the cunt I turned the screen off.

I lay there in a stupor for a while, realizing what this meant. There was no way that I was staying with Rick - not a chance in hell. I knew that I'd keep the baby; in fact it was even more important to have it in my life now. Somehow, Jennifer Wilton would cease to exist, and Alicia Brighton would surface some other place in the country.

The sounds of Jill screaming in ecstasy and Rick grunting while ejaculating, coming through the wall of the hotel room, snapped me out of my stupor. I had to get out of there.

I went to a tea house and was drinking my second cup of brew and nibbling on a crumpet - though I didn't really have an appetite - when Jennifer's cell phone rang. It was Rick.

"Hi Hon; are you home yet?" he opened the conversation.

I wanted to scream, "No and I never will be you cheating fucking asshole;" but I reigned it in. "Not yet," I tersely replied.

"Actually, that's good. Listen, Babe; something came up at work and I won't be home until late. Can we celebrate tomorrow? I promise to take you to the nicest place in town and really make it up to you when we get home."

"Sure, no problem," was my deadpan reply.

"Are you OK, Hon?"

"Yeah; I am just a little queasy so it's just as well that we celebrate tomorrow instead. I'll see you late tonight," I replied then terminated the call. It just wasn't in me to give my standard phone conversation closing with Rick; "I love you," just didn't seem appropriate at this time.

I did go home and started planning what stuff I wanted to take with me, and where I should go. I was pretending to be asleep when Rick rolled in about 11 p. m. - earlier than I had expected him given how excited he seemed to be in fucking his friend's married pussy. Fortunately, he didn't bother me.

The next morning I was preparing to leave and retrieve my camera and computer from the hotel and check out when Rick appeared in the kitchen. He had a black eye.

"What happened to you?" I blurted out.

"Oh some guy tried to mug me when I left work last night. He got one good punch in, but I got more and the last time that I saw him he was running away with his tail between his legs," he casually replied.

"Did you call the cops?" I inquired.

"No - not worth it. Nothing was taken, and I don't want the hassle of filing a report," he responded. "Where are you going, Babe?" were his next words.
"I feel worse today," I lied - well actually it wasn't a lie, it's just that my "illness" was emotional, not physical. "I'm going to the doctor. I'll give you a call once I find out what's wrong."

He tried to give me a kiss but I said "It might be contagious, Rick," as I brushed him off. He waved as I left; I gave a half-hearted wave back.

When I went to the hotel I was compelled to look at the video, even if it would hurt. Rick was really having a good time fucking Jill, and she was definitely with the program. I fast forwarded through most of it, but stopped it when I saw what appeared to be a confrontation.

By reversing a little I was able to get context. Apparently Jill was liking Rick's cock more than Bruce could stand, and when Bruce tried to get her to leave she begged for one more fuck with Rick.

"You can get your big mushroom-headed friend up once again for me, can't you Ricky?" she gushed, while stroking his dick and with cum simultaneously leaking from her cunt.

"You bet that I can fuck that hot little pussy again," Rick replied, apparently with too much enthusiasm to suit Bruce because that's when Bruce punched him in the eye. "I knew that mugger story was crap," I said to myself.

I enjoyed the cheating conspirators getting into a physical altercation, and can't say that I was sorry when that slut Jill inadvertently got hit in the mouth trying to break them up. They did stop fighting after that, and Rick got dressed and stormed out but not before he slipped Jill what I am sure was his business card while Bruce was distracted. Given her sore mouth, she smiled as best that she could when she took it from Bruce and stuck it in her bra.

Bruce and Jill left shortly after Rick did, calling each other names, and none too happy.

By the time that I got back home I had come to terms with the situation. I concluded that as bad as the hurt was now it would have been far worse if I had found out that Rick was a cheater after the baby was born. I played the sick wife routine at home, and Rick seemed genuinely concerned. I guess that he still did love me - but so what. I wasn't my mother and wouldn't put up with his shit.

While Rick was at work I called my old friend Adolfo Scalia and told him that I was going to disappear and explained the entire situation to him. He sent some guys over to help me pack and everything that I wanted was sent that same day under his name to a storage facility owned by a friend of his in a city halfway across the country.

Adolfo had never asked me for anything in my life. He did ask for two things at that time, however. "Jennifer honey - I guess it's just Alicia now. Please let me tell Tiffany. She won't tell anyone else, but it will break her heart if she thinks that you're dead or just disappeared."

"I trust her Adolfo. Sure. Tell her. Once I get settled I hope that she can come to visit me and the baby."

"That would be real nice," he genuinely replied.

"What's the second thing, Adolfo?"

"I...I really hate to ask this..."

"Hey," I said, holding his hands and looking him in the eye. "After what you've done for me, I'd do anything for you."

"OK," he smiled; "but you can turn me down - but maybe you could use a few more bucks. I have a protégé in Vegas who has a strip club that's having a hard time. If you could work there until you start to show it would really pep up his business, and I can assure you that no one will mess with you."

"But I'm twenty eight now, not twenty one. I'd gross everyone out," I giggled.

Adolfo laughed. "I'll bet that you don't weigh an ounce more than you did at Bottoms Up, and that your muscle tone is just as good. You'll be the headliner within two days."

Actually, he was probably right; him saying it made me feel good, though.

"It will probably only be for three months," I chuckled, "but OK; I need an ego boost about now, and even though I have a bunch of money saved, it will help."

I left for Vegas that very night. I left Rick a note. "I'm gone you fucking cheater; out of your life for good. Eat shit and die. Your former love, Jennifer."

I had fun stripping in Vegas for nine weeks, and got back to my dynamic self quickly so that I really picked up Adolfo's friend's business. I also netted $40,000 in that time since Adolfo's friend paid for my lodging, first in a hotel and then an apartment, and other expenses. He also paid me a significant hourly wage in addition to the massive tips that I got.

In my new home, about five months after leaving Vegas, I delivered a happy, healthy, baby girl that I named Joyce after my Mom. Alicia Brighton now owns another massage business, and employs a staff of ten masseuses. Little Joyce loves coming to the office, and I leave her with a sitter as little as possible.

Tiffany did come to visit when Joyce was born and helped me out. She said that Rick had called her numerous times and asked if she knew where I was. Of course she said "NO," and after he called the third time she had Adolfo call him and tell him not to bother his little girl again. That was the last time that she heard from Rick.

Surprisingly, I've found another likeable guy with a mushroom head dick. This time, however, I'm not looking for a long term relationship. I can't get emotionally invested and get burned again. He does do a real good job of fucking me, though, and that's enough for now.