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Jean and the Great Beach Charade Ch. 04

We left the relative safety of the park for the half-mile walk back to our hotel. I was nervous about being back on the streets in Ft. Walton Beach. Fortunately, it was after three in the morning, and most of the college students on Spring Break had crashed for the night. Still, our slow pace left me too much time to worry about what could go wrong next. It had been a long, disturbing night, and I knew it was far from over. I dreaded what Kimberly had dared my wife to do once we reached the hotel. Kimberly's slave girl fantasy called for my wife being tied to a bed in a brothel and fucked by an endless stream of patrons. Somehow, I had to figure out a way to save my stubborn wife from her rash wager with Kimberly.

My beautiful 29-year-old wife was completely naked except for the dog collar James was using to lead her around. Kimberly had removed my wife's blindfold in the park after Kimberly had tricked her into peeing and masturbating in front of the group. Kimberly had then manipulated my wife into kneeling in front of James and giving him a spectacular blowjob while everyone watched. I had gotten so excited by my gorgeous wife's performance that I had knelt behind her and fucked her wet pussy. Fucking my wife in front of the group was one of the stupidest things I ever did. Everyone in the group thought that my wife was actually my girlfriend, and they had all heard Cathy declare in the cruelest terms that she was finished with me. Fucking my wife in public only confirmed that my wife was a willing sex object.

James was getting more and more into Kimberley's fantasy where he was both a slave master and brothel owner. When I first met James, he was a quiet, shy engineering nerd. He was becoming more confident and domineering by the minute. James was no longer nervous about touching my wife's naked body. Even more surprising was the way my smart, confident wife was allowing James complete liberty with her body as well as following his every command. I was walking behind the pair and watched James guiding my wife down the street with his hand cupping her sexy bare ass. I cringed when we reached a corner, and James pulled my wife into a passionate kiss. My wife pressed her body against his and moaned when he caressed her generous breasts.

I had tried to talk my wife out of accepting Kimberly's wager to act out the slave girl fantasy. She had ignored my pleas and had allowed herself to be auctioned off as a naked slave. My ability to influence my wife was limited as the result of our own private wager. My wife had joined me in Florida pretending to be my brazen mistress Cathy. If either of us broke the fantasy, we would lose the wager for a new car. My wife's stubborn refusal to lose the wager only fueled my resolve to beat her at her own game. She was trying every trick in the book to force me to acknowledge that she was my wife and thereby lose the bet. Her latest trick was to get into a quarrel with me and tell everyone that she was breaking off our affair. She had convinced everyone in the group that she was now unattached and available. My only hope of preventing a gangbang back at the hotel was to acknowledge that Cathy was actually my wife. If she didn't break off this stupid wager with Kimberly, then I would.

I was amazed that my wife was even able to walk after all of the wine and hard liquor she had consumed. The only explanation for her not being comatose was that the weed she had been smoking was laced with speed. I knew the combination had totally fucked me up. Considering my wife's lean dancer's body and all of the booze and drugs she had consumed, I could only guess at the state of her mind. I hoped that the only thing she was focused on was winning her wagers with Kimberly and myself.

I was in denial about her declaration that our marriage was over. I thought it was part of her strategy to win the wager. I knew she had every right to be furious with me for forcing her to dance with the big Alabama quarterback to get her wrap back. Even worse, I had watched Brent as he first seduced my wife and then fucked her senseless against the outside wall of The Club. I had been amazed as I heard my wife's weak protests turn to enthusiastic participation. She pleaded with him to fuck her hard and long. Her only demand was that Brent not cum inside of her. The smug bastard ignored her request. I had come to her aid too late to prevent him from shooting a massive load of cum into her fertile womb. Since being thoroughly fucked by Brent, my wife had taken every opportunity to insult and humiliate me. Maybe if I weren't so fucked up, I would have reacted to my wife's statement that we were through. If I had paid attention, I might have realized that her abuse was intended to drive me away forever. Even if I had listened, it was probably too late to save our marriage.

The group had gotten larger since we began walking from The Club as part of Kimberly's slave girl fantasy. We had started with my naked wife and me plus the four engineers and two cheerleaders from the University of Alabama. The two cheerleaders were wearing the official Spring Break outfit consisting of skimpy bikini bottoms and a necklace hanging between their bare breasts. We had picked up a couple of Alabama football players when we took a side trip to Cash's Liquors. Everyone had spent the day partying on the beach under the hot sun. All of us had spent several more hours drinking and dancing at The Club. Wally and John seemed to have an endless supply of potent joints laced with speed. Needless to say, we were all extremely drunk and strung out. The result was that we were making slow progress back to the hotel. James and my wife frequently making out only made our progress slower.

We finally got back to the Miracle Way Parkway. Our hotel was only a quarter of a mile down the four-lane highway. I was eager to get off of the highway even though at this late hour it was empty of any traffic. At our pace, it might take a good half hour to reach the hotel. I dreaded what awaited us at the hotel. I was desperate to come up with a plan that would prevent the planned gangbang while not revealing that Cathy was really my wife.

My thoughts were interrupted by a police car traveling down the opposite side of the divided highway. Kimberly and Amber moved closer to my wife to shield her naked body from view. Unfortunately, they were too late. The patrol car made a U-turn and its emergency lights came on. I hoped the police would continue down the highway, but they screeched to a halt next to Cathy and James. The driver turned on a spotlight and swiveled it around to shine on James and his slave. I thought the sparkling collar around my wife's neck made her look exotic. Her wet pussy was also glistening under the intense light making it obvious that she was naked except for the collar. Cathy shielded her eyes from the bright spotlight.

Two young officers slowly exited the Fort Walton Beach patrol car. They looked exhausted. I imagine it had been a long day for them as they tried to protect the city from the mob of crazed college students. The sight of a naked girl on a leash was probably not even the weirdest thing they had seen. Still, we were the only thing happening at this late hour. The policemen had name tags. The bigger officer was named Mike. His partner was Jerry.

Mike said, "Mam are you Ok?"

Kimberly said, "She's Ok, officer. It's just a sorority stunt. We're headed back to the Sheraton and will be off the street soon."

Mike said, "Thanks for the explanation but I need to hear it from the naked girl in the collar. Mam, are you Ok? Are you participating in this stunt of your own free will?"

Cathy leaned against James and stared up at his face waiting for permission to speak.

When James stared back with a blank expression, Kimberly said, "James, you have to give her permission to speak."

James said, "Slave, you can answer the officer."

Cathy looked at the policeman and said, "I'm fine. I am an obedient slave, and James is my master. I will do whatever he asks."

Mike blinked and looked at the large group. He turned back to Cathy and asked, "If your master tells you to have sex with him, will you obey?"

I groaned when my wife replied, "If he commands me to have sex with anyone, I will obey him. If you want to have sex with me, you will have to ask my master."

Mike took his partner aside to talk. I couldn't hear their conversation, but it was lively. The younger cop got a smile on his face that only grew as Mike continued to talk.

Mike walked back to James and Cathy. He looked at James and said, "Please remove the leash. You can leave the collar on her."

Cathy looked at James with mounting alarm as he fumbled at the clasp. James took the leash and stepped back. Mike wrapped his hand around my wife's upper arm and led her over to the patrol car. I started to follow, but Jerry stepped in front of me and told me to back off. I was in a daze as I heard Mike reading my wife the Miranda Rights, 'You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law ...'

I said, "What are you arresting her for? We're just walking peacefully down the sidewalk."

Mike looked at me and said, "Curfew violation, public indecency, prostitution and resisting arrest."

Mike pulled my wife's hands behind her back while Jerry handcuffed her.

Mike laughed and said, "I think we can skip searching her until we get to the station. Best I can see; she isn't concealing anything."

Mike turned to James and said, "You can try and get her out on bail tomorrow. We have a lot of kids in jail so it may take a while to get her in front of a judge."

I watched helplessly as they put my wife in the back seat before driving off. The last I saw of my wife, she was looking out the back window of the patrol car with a look of desperation. I expected the police car to make a U-turn and head back to Fort Walton Beach. Instead, it proceeded down the highway toward Destin until it was out of sight.

I stared down the road saying, "Crap, crap, crap!"

Kimberly said, "Well, there goes my fantasy."

I turned to her and shouted, "I don't give a crap about your stupid fantasy. You just got my naked girlfriend arrested, and I have no idea where the fuck they are taking her. Sure as hell, that is the wrong way to get to the Fort Walton Beach police station."

Kimberly snorted, "Did you miss the part where she told you to fuck off? It's nice of you to be concerned, but I'm fairly certain she's not your girlfriend any longer."

I sat down on the curb and rested my head in my arms. I couldn't believe this night could get any worse. I felt helpless. I couldn't imagine what my wife was thinking. She could lose her license to practice law which would cost her job.

Amber sat down next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. She said, "Don't worry. It's not as serious as it looks. The cops are trying to scare you. They arrest a lot of students and then let them off with a fine for jaywalking. It's how the city makes money. You should expect a fine of a few hundred dollars. In the end, Cathy won't even have a record."

I looked at Amber and said, "Thanks, that's the best news I could hear. Still, Cathy isn't going to like spending the night naked in the drunk tank. Any idea why they headed toward Destin?"

Amber shrugged, "Maybe the Fort Walton Beach jail is full?"

Everyone had joined me on the curb. Cathy's arrest had knocked the wind out of our sails. Wally handed me a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels, and I took a long pull before handing it to Amber. We finished off the whiskey, and someone opened another bottle. I was in despair and the more I drank, the more I became convinced Amber was right. There was nothing I could do before morning. We had been camped on the curb for nearly an hour before I staggered to my feet.

I said, "It's been a fun party, but I think I'd rather not sleep in the gutter. I'd like to get to my bed in the hotel. We'll get Cathy out in the morning."

We had just reached the driveway to the Sheraton when we saw headlights approaching from Destin. Amber recognized the patrol car first. I was surprised to see Cathy's face in the rear window.

Amber said, "What now?"

The car turned into the driveway and pulled to a stop beneath a bright street light. Mike and Jerry got out of the car. Jerry opened the rear door. Mike reached in to take Cathy's hand and help her from the car. It took me a second to realize that my wife was no longer in handcuffs. Mike held my wife by her upper arm and motioned James over to the car.

Mike said, "We tried to book her in Destin because the Fort Walton Beach jail was already overflowing with college students. Since they are also full, we are letting her go with a warning."

Mike proceeded to smack my wife on her ass hard enough for us to hear. Cathy squealed and covered her ass with her hands. I watched in surprise as she turned and smiled at the cop. I sucked in my breath when she glanced at his crotch and licked her lips. I knew it was my wife's tell that gives her away when she is horny and thinking about giving me a blowjob. The part that bothered me was that she always licks her lips after giving me head as well. What in the hell had the officer's done with my wife while they were supposedly driving her to the Destin jail?

Mike said, "Ok, Cathy, we're letting you go. If we pick you up again, we'll give you more than a spanking. So, I want you off of the street until you are wearing some clothes. Do you understand?"

Cathy looked at Mike and giggled, "I understand, Mike. I promise to behave. Thanks for letting me off easy. Thank you too, Jerry."

My jaw dropped when my wife threw her arms around Jerry and gave him a long kiss on the lips. The young officer put his hands on her bare ass as she pressed her body against his. When she broke her embrace with the smiling cop, she pranced over to Mike and repeated her performance. Both cops were smiling when they got into their patrol car.

Cathy turned and waved as they drove off. I couldn't miss the fact that both of her ass cheeks were bright red. Cathy had certainly received a lot more than a single slap on her cute butt from the officers. I was at a loss to explain her friendly attitude to the young cops. I would also have thought her arousal would have diminished riding in the air-conditioned patrol car. When she turned around to face us, I could see her flowering pussy was glistening in the streetlight.

I said, "What happened, Cathy? It's only six miles to Destin. Why were you gone so long if the jail was full?"

Cathy glared at me and said, "What part of not talking to me ever again didn't you understand, asshole?"

Cathy walked over to James and knelt in front of him. "Please Master, I feel naked without the leash."

James attached the leash to her dog collar and helped her to her feet.

Cathy bowed her head and said, "Please Master, Take me to your brothel. I'm afraid the cops will arrest me again if we don't get off of the street."

James turned and tugged on the leash. My wife followed along behind him as he led the way down the driveway to our hotel. I hoped that James would take the path along the outside of the hotel so we could enter our rooms from the beach. Instead, James marched straight into the lobby. It was half-past 3 in the morning, and the lobby was deserted. A sign on the desk said to ring the buzzer for assistance. I breathed a sigh of relief. James led my wife and the whole entourage into the courtyard.

We passed the empty pool and were walking by the cabana when my wife said, "Please Master, can I take a shower? My body is dirty and sweaty from our walk."

There were outdoor showers next to the cabana so bathers could wash off before and after swimming. James led my wife over to stand under one of the showers. He grasped the leash next to her collar and held her firmly in place as he turned on the shower.

James said, "I want you to stand still. You will be punished if you move."

I would never have guessed that the shy, quiet engineer had a sadistic streak. My wife shrieked as the cold water hit her naked body. Somehow, she managed to stand still after her initial jerk. James turned her body around in the cold stream. Her body was trembling, and her nipples looked rock hard. James smiled and caressed an icy breast. His fingers tugged on her pointy nipple and rolled it between his fingers. My wife let out a long moan. I thought her shaking legs would give way.

Kimberly announced she needed some things from her room for the next part of her fantasy. She said she would be right back and scampered off.

James finally got tired of standing in the cold spray and turned the handle to warm. He unclipped her leash and told her to lean against the shower wall. He unwrapped a fresh bar of soap from the soap tray and began washing her trim back. His hands were firm on her body and my wife arched her back as James massaged her tired muscles. After he had worked his way down to her waist, he took her hands and placed them on the soap tray for support. My wife was bent over with her back horizontal. He tapped on the inside of her legs until her feet were spread wider than her shoulders.

James knelt down behind her and tapped her foot. My wife raised it for him to wash. After doing her feet, he washed his way slowly up her long legs. The young engineer took his time to appreciate her legs that were well-toned from years of dancing. He was working her muscles hard as his hands slid up and down her thighs. His hands slid higher with each pass, and my wife's body jerked when his hands bumped against her sex. He soaped up his hands and washed my wife's pussy from behind. I watched her push her ass back to meet his fingers as he scrubbed her flowering pussy. My wife moaned as she gyrated around his fingers. James laughed and pulled his hands away.

Cathy pleaded, "Please Master, please don't stop."

James ignored her pleas and went to work washing my wife's athletic ass. If I have a fetish, it is a woman's ass. My wife has a spectacular body, but I've always though her ass is her best feature. My friends generally disagree with me and insist that her generous breasts are phenomenal. I could understand James' reaction as he took his time washing my wife's stunning ass. She let out a long groan when he slid a soapy finger into her ass. James twisted his finger in her ass before thrusting it over and over deep into her back passage. Once again, I was stunned to see my wife allow someone to finger fuck her ass. My wife had never allowed me to even touch her virgin rosebud. I watched in wonder as she pushed her ass back to meet his plunging finger. I was very aware of how hard my dick was from watching a stranger fondle my wife in front of a crowd. James laughed again when she moaned. He pulled his finger from her ass and carefully washed his hands.

James stood my wife up and turned her around. He stepped back and poured some shampoo onto his hand. He lovingly washed my wife's bleach blond hair. After shampooing her hair, the second time, he worked in some conditioner.

He lifted her hands over her head and placed them on the shower head. He nudged her feet apart to expose my wife's aroused pussy. He put one hand behind her head and kissed her deeply while caressing her breast. My wife opened her lips and thrust her tongue into her master's mouth. James seemed in no hurry for the shower to end.

After a long kiss, James stepped back and soaped up his hands. He carefully washed her face before working his way down to her breasts. He must have thought they were in need of extra cleaning because he took a long time on each of her full breasts. My wife arched her back to push her breasts against his hands. Finally, he decided her breasts were as clean as they would ever be and soaped up her firm abdomen. My wife shuddered when his soapy fingers found her pussy and slid down the outside of her pussy lips. He was careful to avoid her clit despite the way her hips were gyrating under his gentle touch. He still hadn't touched her clit when he worked a soapy finger into her vagina. My wife moaned and twisted her lithe body around his middle finger. James pulled out his finger and soaped up his hands again. This time, he plunged two fingers deep into her vagina. He twisted them around and gave a few slow thrusts. My wife began pleading with James when he pulled his fingers from her pussy. He soaped up his hand again and quickly brushed his fingers up and down her pussy a couple of times before stepping back and saying, "Done."
Cathy looked at James with tears in her eyes and begged, "Please Master, please finish me. Oh God, please."

James laughed and turned off the hot water. My wife shrieked as the cold water hit her trembling body. James had grabbed the leash next to her collar and held her firmly as he turned her around to rinse off the soap.

James turned the water back to warm and handed the soap to my wife and said, "Wash me, slave."

My wife imitated James performance and washed James slowly and thoroughly. She pulled down his swim trunks and went to work on his cock. Her soapy hands slid up and down his erection causing him to groan.

Kimberly returned to join the group standing around James and my wife. She brought along another Alabama football player from the group that had been with Brent. At least she hadn't brought Brent. She stood next to me with a gym bag over her shoulder and asked me, "Did I miss anything?"

"James was very slow and methodical in washing Cathy. He seemed to delight in tormenting her. He brought her to the edge of an orgasm over and over. He just laughed when she begged for him to finish her. She's so tightly wound at this point, I think she'd be happy to go back and fuck the creep in the liquor store and his dog as well."

Kimberly laughed, "I'm glad to hear James followed my orders. I told him he could do whatever he wanted as long as she didn't have an orgasm. I was happy you left her unsatisfied when you fucked her in the park. I want her hot for the brothel part of the fantasy."

I swallowed hard when I realized I had played my part in supporting Kimberly's fantasy. My wife was used to a lot of sex and had been kept in a state of arousal since arriving in Florida. It had started when I interrupted her masturbating the previous morning. Later, I had brought my wife to the edge in our hotel room before the engineers had interrupted our love making. My wife's arousal had clouded her judgment, and she had agreed to go dancing at The Club wearing nothing except bikini panties and a flimsy beach wrap.

Brent, the Alabama quarterback, had stolen her wrap while she was winning a dance contest. I had been a first class asshole and pressured her to dance with Brent wearing only her panties to get her wrap back. The arrogant quarterback had led her outside and finger fucked her close to an orgasm. Her resistance was lowered by her intense arousal and a long day of drinking, dancing and sunbathing. She had refused Brent until he showed my wife his massive cock and offered her the chance to fulfill her big cock fantasy. She had willingly participated when he promised to pull out. I watched from the shadows while Brent worked his massive cock into my wife's tight pussy. He repeatedly brought her to the edge of an orgasm only to leave her unsatisfied in the end. I came to her aid too late to prevent Brent from shooting a massive load of cum deep into her fertile womb. My wife knew she was at the height of her fertility and was convinced that Brent had impregnated her. She was devastated that she had been so stupid. She decided to end our marriage rather than face my condemnation for the rest of her life.

She had eagerly accepted Kimberly's dare to participate in her pleasure slave fantasy. All of the engineers had examined her body before bidding the slave auction. Every one of the guys had shoved their fingers into my wife's vagina without the slightest protest from her. James had won the auction and put her on a leash to lead her through the 'foreign' city to his brothel back at the hotel. During the walk, James had gotten more and more familiar with her body. A couple of random drunks stopped their car and took turns fingering my wife. We made a side trip to Cash's Liquors where the clerk had agreed to give us a shopping cart filled with booze in exchange for fucking my wife in the ass. I put an end to clerk's assault when his police dog terrorized my wife. We went to a nearby park to allow my wife to recover from her ordeal in the liquor store. Kimberly had tricked my wife into peeing and masturbating in front of the group. Kimberly had removed my wife's blindfold before she reached her orgasm. While my wife kneeling in front of James to give him head, I had fucked her from behind. I had thought only of myself and selfishly left her unsatisfied once again. I have no idea what the police officers did while they had my wife in custody. She was clearly stimulated when they dropped her off. I doubt they did anything to relieve her arousal. James nearly getting my wife off while he washed her was the last straw.

My wife was stroking James' cock under the shower, and the poor engineer was moaning. He pushed her away and rinsed off before grabbing her leash and leading her back to his hotel room. I felt my panic growing. The only plan I could come up with to prevent my wife being gang banged was to admit that Cathy was my wife. Hopefully, they would accept how upset it would make me and drop the fantasy.

When we got back to the engineer's hotel room, the guys spent a couple of minutes putting away the booze we had bought while on Cathy's naked walk. Kimberly disappeared into the bedroom with the football players. I was left alone with my wife for a moment.

I said, "Cathy, I'm impressed that you had the guts to walk naked and blindfolded all of the ways from The Club. Isn't that enough to satisfy your slave girl fantasy? Please, can we just stop this nightmare for both our sakes? I promise I won't let Kimberly fuck you in front of the group with her damn strap-on dildo."

Cathy ignored me and yawned. Wally saw her and asked, "Cathy, if are you getting tired I have just the thing. Did you ever do Dexedrine in college when you pulled an all-nighter?"

Cathy said, "I used it several times. A couple of pills would be wonderful. I'd hate to fall asleep and miss the fun."

I said, "Cathy are you listening to me? We have to stop now."

Cathy looked at me and said, "There is no more we, Steve. We fucked up, and it's all over. Now I just want to have a little fun before I have to return home and face the music. Please, Steve, accept the fact that we are through."

Wally brought in a glass of water and two 15 mg capsules of Dex. Cathy swallowed the pills and washed them down.

Kimberly walked out of the bedroom with the football players and said, "Cathy, we're ready. Please come into the brothel."

Cathy hurried into the bedroom with Kimberly. I started to follow. I was ready to admit that Cathy was my wife, and put an end to the charade. I took a couple of steps before two of the football players grabbed me. I started to protest, and the third football player covered my mouth with duct tape. They carried me to an armless chair and sat me down firmly. They proceeded to tape my feet to the chair legs. They pulled my arms behind me and taped my wrists to the back of the chair. When they were done, I was securely fastened to the chair.

The big athletes lifted the chair and carried me into the bedroom. They positioned the chair, so I had a good view of my wife tied to the bed. Kimberly had used the cloth belts from the four plush bathrobes that came with the hotel room. There was a thick pillow under my wife's ass. My chair was positioned slightly to the side so I could see my wife's moist pussy as well as her heaving breasts. I was having trouble remembering the details of Kimberly's fantasy, but for some reason, my wife was blindfolded again.

Kimberly was kneeling on the bed and rubbing my wife's pussy with lubricant. Cathy moaned when the petite cheerleader rubbed lubricant up her slit. Kimberly found my wife's clit and rolled the sensitive nub between her oily fingers. My wife wailed from the intense stimulation. She was breathing hard and twisting on the bed. Kimberly worked a finger into my wife's vagina while continuing to jerk her clit. I watch in fascination as my wife's hips began to thrust against the probing digit. My wife's pussy was so wet, her nectar was flowing down between her ass cheeks and soaking the pillow. Despite her shower by the pool, the room was filled with the aroma of her arousal.

Cathy panted, "Yes, oh God yes, yes, yes ..."

Kimberly smiled and kept stimulating my wife until I could tell she was seconds from an intense orgasm. Kimberly displayed a sadistic grin as she pulled her hands away from my wife. Kimberly laughed and clapped her hands.

Cathy cried, "No, damn you, you fucking bitch."

Kimberly looked around the room and said, "She's almost ready. If you want her to stay ready, keep your hands away from her clit. If any of you retards gives her an orgasm, you will be banned from the fantasy."

Kimberly put more lubricant on her fingers and my wife's pussy. Kimberly pushed two fingers into my wife's vagina and worked them around. I had never brought my wife to an orgasm by just stimulating her vagina but even so the contact was keeping her intensely aroused. Kimberly pulled out her fingers and applied more lubricant to her small hand. I watched in amazement as she pushed all four of her fingers into my wife's previously tight vagina. The young woman twisted her fingers around inside my wife's vagina and thrust vigorously. Cathy's hips were bouncing off the pillow. Kimberly's pert breasts were jiggling as she plunged her fingers into my wife's flowering pussy. Kimberly pulled out her fingers and sat back to admire her work. Evidently, she wasn't satisfied.

Kimberly said, "Damn, this is the tightest pussy I have ever seen. I have to do something or none of you assholes will last more than a minute."

She poured some lubricant into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together. The cheerleader put the backs of her hands together and pushed just the tips of all of her fingers into my wife's pussy. She spread the lips of my wife's pussy apart and pushed her fingers in a little further. She very slowly worked her fingers in deeper and deeper. My wife was breathing hard and moaning. I had to believe it was painful or at least very uncomfortable. Kimberly leaned forward and pushed her tiny right hand hard against my wife's gaping pussy. I was stunned to see all of Kimberly's small hand slid into my wife's vagina.

My wife groaned, "No, no, no, oh God what are you doing?"

Kimberly leaned forward and sucked one of Cathy's hard nipples into her mouth. Her hand slowly thrust in and out of my poor wife's vagina. I wanted to scream that she was ripping my wife apart. All I could do was moan against the tape covering my mouth. I was shocked when my wife started pushing her hips up to meet Kimberly's hand. Cathy arched her back and whimpered as Kimberly plunged her fingers to the bottom of my wife's womb. It looked like Kimberly was dragging her fingertips over my wife's G-spot every time she pulled her hand out. In the past, I had tried giving my wife an orgasm by stimulating her G-spot, but I had always failed. Certainly, she had never orgasmed for me while we were fucking unless I played with her clit at the same time.

Kimberly looked at James who was standing next to the bed holding the dog leash that was no longer attached to my wife's collar. He was dazed and confused.

Kimberly said, "James, you need to get everyone organized into a line. You should go first, followed by your friends. The football players go last. All of you can take as many turns as you want until sunrise. If Cathy quits before sunrise, I win. You've got a little over two hours. Remember, I'll be pissed if any of you fuck heads gives her an orgasm."

Kimberly said to my wife, "Cathy, you can quit now or anytime you want. I know you'll never make it until sunrise so you should just quit now. I promise to be gentle when I fuck with my strap-on. I can guarantee you it will be a lot easier that way.

Cathy hissed, "Fuck you, Kimberly!"

Kimberly pulled her wet hand out of my wife's gaping vagina and slid off the bed. She turned to James, "I think it's your turn. Show her you are the Master."

Wally slapped James on the back. James pushed his swim suit to the floor, and his erection sprang free. It had been some time since my wife had given him a blowjob and the young man was fully recovered. The once shy nerd climbed onto the bed and knelt between my wife's spread thighs. I watched in horror as the skinny engineer positioned his cock at the entrance to my wife's vagina and slid home.

James groaned, "Oh God, that is so sweet."

Kimberly slapped James on the ass and said, "Enough sweet talk. Get to work. It's not that long until dawn, and everyone is waiting."

James wasn't waiting. He was already thrusting his long, skinny dick into my wife so fast I doubted he would last even a dozen strokes. After a couple of thrusts, I watched in dismay as my wife's hips rose to meet James. Their sweaty bodies slapped together over and over. The young engineer was soon panting hard in unison with my wife. The reason for Kimberly's madness was now apparent. My wife's vagina had been stretched so much that James was able to pump his cock into my wife for what seemed an eternity. I hadn't noticed when James started, but well after he started, I looked at the bedside clock. James lasted another six minutes before he groaned and shoved his cock into my wife's fertile womb. His body twitched as he shot his cum deep inside of my wife.

I shuddered at the sight before me as I was watched James' cum ooze out around his still hard cock. I was appalled that I was turned on by their performance. My cock was hard and straining against my swim trunks. James' flaccid cock slithered out of my wife's vagina followed by a trickle of cum.

Kimberly clapped her hands and yelled, "Next."

James barely managed to roll out of the way before he was replaced by his friend Robert. The second engineer copied James. He wasted no time before he was thrusting his erection into my wife like a jack rabbit. Once again, my wife matched the young man's rhythm. Robert hadn't cum recently, and he barely lasted five minutes. Once again I had a close-up view of Robert's glistening cock sliding out of my wife's pussy. Wally was next in line and demonstrated a more controlled approach. He began with long, slow thrusts and took his time building up to a pace that would make a long distance runner proud. My wife matched him thrust for thrust.

I was amazed at my wife's stamina. I know she has great conditioning from dancing, jogging, and cross-country skiing, but nevertheless, her endurance was impressive. I'm sure the Dexedrine Wally had given her helped.

I was startled by two feminine hands on my shoulder. Amber stood behind my chair and whispered in my ear, "I'm so happy they tied you up, so you cannot get away. I've done everyone else here so once I fuck you, I can move on."

I shook my head, but Amber just laughed. She slid her hands down my chest and teased my nipples. Her bare breasts pressed against my neck. I stared at the redhead when she knelt at my feet. Her hands grabbed the sides of my swim trunks, and she pulled them down an inch at a time. I tried pressing my ass into the chair to stop her, but she was persistent. My erection sprang free, and Amber licked her lips. She pulled my trunks down to my ankles. I groaned as she grabbed the base of my cock and gave it a couple of quick jerks. She licked around the head of my cock before swallowing the first couple of inches. Her head bobbed up and down while her hand slid along my shaft.

Amber stood up and slid the bottom of her swimsuit to the floor. Her pussy was bare except for a small triangle of red hair above her slit. Watching my wife fuck must have excited her. Her pussy was flowering and glistening. She pressed her wet pussy against my face and rubbed her nectar over my nose.

Amber said, "Too bad your mouth is taped. I would like your tongue on my clit. Oh well, a fuck is a fuck."

Amber turned around to face the couple fucking on the bed. She reached between her legs and guided my erection into her warm pussy. I groaned as she sat on my lap with her back against my chest. Amber was a lot looser than my wife used to be, and my cock easily slid home. The redheaded cheerleader slowly worked her pussy up and down my shaft. A couple of minutes later, she stopped to clap along with Kimberly when Wally blew his load in my wife's sopping pussy. John, the fourth engineer, took Wally's place. Amber decided to match John's pace as he fucked my wife. John started slow, but as soon as my wife matched his pace, he picked up speed. I was helpless as Amber bounced on my cock in rhythm with John and my wife.

I was embarrassed to be fucking Amber just a few feet away from my wife. I'm not sure why I cared since my wife had agreed to fucking everyone in the room at least once. Every now and then Amber would tighten the muscles around her pussy, but, even so, I was afraid I would last a long time. I had fucked my wife in front of everyone just a few hours ago in the park so I knew I would last longer this time. The longer Amber fucked me, the greater my chance of being caught by my wife. To make matters worse, Amber would stop when she heard my breathing getting ragged.

Amber was resting her sweaty back against my chest when I saw John cum in my wife's pussy. Amber clapped her hands along with Kimberly. The next guy in line was a big Alabama tackle. Amber and Kimberly broke into the Alabama fight song.

"Yea, Alabama! Drown 'em Tide!
Every 'Bama man's behind you;
Hit your stride! "


The bed sagged as the big man climbed between my wife's thighs. His erection matched his massive body. It wasn't as big as Brent's monster, but it was the biggest cock in the room. My wife groaned as the big tackle slowly fed his cock into her cum filled pussy. Kimberly had prepared my wife well, and the big guy drove his cock home with one thrust. The big man was solid muscle and easily outweighed the biggest of the engineers by a hundred pounds. Despite his size, he was superbly conditioned. He started slow, but after a half dozen thrusts he reached a steady pace. The bed shook as he pounded his cock into my wife. I was amazed that my wife had anything left. She squealed as he hammered his cock into her, and she thrust her hips up to meet him over and over.

Amber had wasted no time matching their pace as she worked her pussy on my erection. The tape over my mouth turned my curses into moans as I protested the redhead stopping every time I got close. I was so aroused, Amber had to stop four times while I watched the big tackle pound my wife. The big guy lasted almost twenty minutes and easily beat the engineers' performance.

Amber and Kimberly clapped and yelled, "Yea, Alabama!"

I felt pity for my wife as the big tackle was replaced by an even bigger guard. I think the new guy's cock was smaller, but maybe it was just his massive body that made it look smaller. He wasted no time in mounting my wife. He gave my wife a couple of trial thrusts before settling into a pace that was impressive for such a large physique. Once again, my wife eagerly thrust her hips up to meet his cock. She was moaning and pleading for release. All of the intense fucking was keeping her intensely aroused, but it just wasn't enough to give her the release she desperately needed.

I had watched my wife fuck so many men it was becoming a blur. I was so exhausted and at the same time so aroused, I thought I was losing my mind. Amber seemed determined to keep me on the edge. I groaned every time she stopped. The damn guard seemed to be in competition with the tackle and kept backing off every time he got close. He lasted twenty-two minutes. When he climbed off my wife, the tackle punched him in the arm and yelled, "Next time you're going down."

The last football player was a wide receiver. He looked at my wife's sloppy pussy in disgust. He took a wet wash cloth and cleaned up as much of the cum oozing out of my wife's gaping vagina as he could.
When the wide receiver climbed between my wife's legs, Amber and Kimberly clapped and yelled, "Yea, Alabama!"

Amber leaned back and whispered in my ear, "I had to stay and cheer for the team. Now, I hope you're ready to cum."

Amber laughed as she started bouncing on my cock in time with the wide receiver. I couldn't believe how happy I was that the wide receiver was pounding his cock into my wife faster than I thought was humanly possible. Somehow, Amber matched his pace. Even more surprising was watching my wife meet the wide receiver thrust for thrust.

Amber panted hard as she mauled her hard nipples. I knew she was done teasing me when she slid a hand down her taut stomach and rubbed her clit. Thank God, she was going to let me cum. The wide receiver beat both of us. He hadn't lasted more than three or four minutes. The tape covering my mouth forced me to breathe through my nose and I felt light headed. Amber was shrieking as her fingers flew over her clit. She continued thrusting her wet pussy up and down my hard cock with the same mad pace set by the wide receiver. Amber screamed, and her pussy contracted hard around my cock. Amber seized my balls with her free hand and squeezed causing me to shoot a massive load of cum into the pretty redhead.

I was in a stupor after Amber rode my cock to heaven and back. Exhaustion combined with too much booze and drugs left me drifting in and out of consciousness. I thought I was dreaming when saw the Alabama quarterback fucking my wife from behind doggy style. When I heard my wife shouting for Brent to fuck her harder, I realized it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

***

The next thing I remember was waking up in bed with a jerk. I was spooning my naked wife. She stirred in response to my shudder and wiggled her trim ass into my crotch. It had all been a horrible nightmare. None of it had ever happened. Still, I was exhausted, and my head hurt with a wicked hangover. I fell back asleep.

I woke again when my wife stirred. My naked body was pressed against her bare back, and my hand overflowed with a soft breast. She moved my arm and got onto her hands and knees. I smiled at the sight of her beautiful breasts hanging down from her athletic body. She ignored me and moved over to straddled James who was sleeping on the other side of the king size bed. She bent down and kissed him hard on the lips.

Cathy said, "Wake up sleepyhead."

James stirred when she wrapped her hand around his morning wood. James groaned when she gave his cock a couple of slow pumps. The young engineer opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of my wife's generous breasts hanging down within easy reach. He reached up with both of his hands and grabbed the ripe fruit. My wife leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his roving hands. She whimpered as his fingers played with her nipples until they got hard. Cathy hopped out of bed and grabbed James' hand.

"Come on, lover. We need a shower."

As my wife led James out of the room, I asked, "Cathy, are you Ok?"

My wife paused and regarded at me with indifference. "I'm fine, asshole. Not that it's any business of yours."

My wife led James across the hall to the bathroom leaving me alone with my despair. The nightmare was all too real. I had hoped that Cathy's contempt was an act that would end once Kimberly's fantasy was over. Now, I had no idea what was going through my wife's head. I glanced at the clock and was surprised that it was nearly three in the afternoon. My head still throbbed, but my hangover had diminished to the point that I was able to crawl out of bed. The room was a mess. A cum stained pillow had been tossed in the corner. The chair I had been tied to was sitting at the foot of the bed with strips of duct tape still attached. I found my swim trunks and pulled them on. I smelled coffee brewing, and I headed toward the kitchen.

I was surprised to see that the bathroom door was open. The room was starting to fill with steam, but I could make out a couple of bodies through the clear glass shower. One of my wife's hands was raised over her head to grasp the shower head. Her other hand disappeared between their bodies and appeared to be vigorously rubbing her clit. Her long legs were wrapped around James' waist, and he was pounding his cock into her so hard that I could hear her ass banging off of the shower wall. Just to make it all worse, my wife was yelling encouragement to the skinny engineer.

"Come on, James. Fuck me harder. That's it. Right there, lover. Oh God, yes, yes, yes ..."

I staggered into the kitchen and collapsed into a chair at the table. Wally took pity on me and offered to get me a cup of coffee. It was nasty stuff, but I drank it anyway. We both tried to ignore the screams and thumping from the shower.

Wally said, "If your head is as rocky as mine you might appreciate a nice cold Bloody Mary."

I said, "Thanks, I'm still messed up. I cannot believe how much booze and weed we all did. I don't remember anything after Amber took advantage of me. I have no idea how I ended up in bed."

Wally said, "Maybe that is just as well you fell asleep. Your girlfriend was determined to win her bet with Kimberly. The whole slave fantasy went on until after sunrise."

I ignored Wally calling Cathy my girlfriend. I had no idea where I stood with my wife.

Instead, I laughed, "Whatever happened with Kimberly? I'd have loved to see Cathy doing that bitch Kimberly with a strap-on."

Wally said, "I think Kimberly disappeared when she realized she was going to lose. I have no idea where she went. I couldn't believe Cathy laughed the whole thing off. I thought she would be pissed."

"The last thing I remember, the third football player was taking his turn. I thought he was the last one. What happened after that?"

"Kimberly said Cathy had to keep going until sunrise. So, everyone took another turn. James couldn't get hard, so Cathy sucked on his cock until he could perform. Even with everyone going again, there was another hour left until sunrise, so Kimberly called for reinforcements. I was surprised when Brent showed up at the door. He complained to Kimberly that he was fucked out for the evening, but then he saw Cathy tied to the bed, and he changed his mind."

"Oh God, Brent again?"

"Yeah, unless you know another big Alabama football player with platinum blond hair. He untied Cathy and got her on her hands and knees. I was astounded at the size of his cock. Even more amazing was that he slid that monster into your girlfriend with no trouble. I've never seen anything like it. He just pounded her forever. She kept screaming for him to fuck her harder. Brent ignored Kimberly's command to avoid touching Cathy's clit. She was so wound up she came over and over. Brent, on the other hand, really was fucked out. It was after sunrise before he finally came. I untied you, and the football players helped get you into the bed. Everyone crashed after the football players left."

Wally gave me a refill on the Bloody Mary. It seemed to help clear the fog from my aching head. I was happy that the noise from the bathroom had stopped. James staggered into the kitchen wearing just his boxers. He looked done in. He barely managed to collapse onto a chair across from me. He held his head in his hands. Wally got him a glass of Bloody Mary. I expected my wife to join us, but instead the thumping from the bathroom started up again. I heard my wife yelling out encouragement to Robert. James didn't even look me in the eye.

I was on my second cup of coffee when Robert stumbled into the kitchen. He groaned and sat down. Wally gave him a glass of Bloody Mary. He emptied the pitcher into James' glass and mixed up another batch.

That is when my wife strolled into the kitchen wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Ok, nothing more than a towel and James' dog collar. She had nicked herself shaving her pussy, so there was a piece of Kleenex stuck to her lower abdomen.

She leaned against the door frame and stared at me as she announced, "I'm starving. I hope someone is cooking breakfast because I know I'm not cooking anything for the rest of my vacation."

I looked around the room and realized everyone was looking at me. By profession, I manage advanced engineering research projects. My hobby is cooking because it provides instant rewards while research can take years to reach fruition. I got up and found a dozen eggs in the engineer's refrigerator. I know there were more eggs as well as ham and cheese back in our room. I went and got those items along with a large frying pan and a loaf of whole wheat bread. When I got back to the engineer's room, I put Wally to work toasting bread. I was able to get James busy breaking eggs into a bowl. I got two frying pans heating on the stove and began cutting the ham into cubes. My wife sat at the table watching while she drank a couple of tall Bloody Marys. John, the fourth engineer, stumbled into the kitchen while I was cooking. Cathy smiled at him the way a cat looks at a canary. She sat on his lap, and they made out. John's hands slipped between her legs, and I tried to ignore her moans as I cooked.

While we were eating, Cathy looked at me and said, "You might as well make yourself useful. You should take a volunteer and buy enough food to feed all of us for the rest of the week. You can check with Wally on our supply of alcoholic beverages, but I know you need to get more wine. You should probably buy a case of Riesling. If you do a good job, maybe I'll give you a reward."

I grumbled, but in the end, Wally and I went to Cash's Liquors and the supermarket after breakfast. I got a ton of food including the ingredients for a steak dinner later tonight. When we got back, there was a note saying Cathy had gone to the pool with the other three engineers. After we put away the food and put the steaks in an Italian dressing to marinade, Wally and I headed to the pool.

I was surprised to find Cathy lying on her back naked while John applied sunscreen. He was straddling her hips and rubbing sunscreen onto her breasts. I'm fairly certain sunscreen doesn't need to be rubbed in so intensely. John's erection was causing a large bulge in his swim trunks. There were several topless college girls around the pool, but Cathy was the only one who was completely naked. Several of the girls were giving my wife dirty looks. I couldn't blame them; my wife was gorgeous.

There were no free lounge chairs, so I went for a swim. It was hot and humid, and the water felt great. I alternated between brief dips in the Jacuzzi and laps in the pool. I didn't have a lot of energy, so eventually, I got out and wandered over to Cathy and the engineers. My wife heard me talking to Wally and sat up on her elbows.

She said, "Why are you still at the pool? Don't you think you should get to work on dinner?"

Well, I was hungry, so I'm sure everyone else was also. I showered outdoors by the cabana before I convinced John to help me with dinner. I put him to work cutting up potatoes for a German potato salad. I cut up a few pounds of string beans and lit some briquettes in the patio barbecue. When I was ready to put the steaks on I sent John to fetch the group. I served the steaks with a couple of bottles of Merlot. My wife had a bottle of Riesling to herself. Everyone was tired, so it was a quiet dinner until the wine started to loosen people's tongues. Wally pulled out a few joints and passed them around. I was glad the weed wasn't adulterated with speed. I was looking forward to a long sleep in my own bed. I hoped my efforts on the meal would persuade my wife to spend the night with me.

I had grabbed a couple of peach pies at the supermarket. I heated them in the oven and put a gallon of vanilla ice cream on the table. It's amazing how good it tasted while high on marijuana.

Cathy leaned back in her chair and yawned. She raised her hands over her head and stretched her glorious and very naked body. Damn, I would really like to smear a dollop of ice cream on her breasts and lick it off.

Cathy stood up and said, "Well, I hate to be a party-pooper but last night was exhausting. I'm off to bed. I think Wally and John deserve a reward for buying the groceries and making dinner, so they can sleep with me."

I sat at the table stunned as my wife dragged Wally and John off to one of the bedrooms. She pressed them into the bedroom and left the door open.

Wally said, "Sorry man. That was harsh. I know I appreciate all of the work you put into dinner."

I left for my hotel room alone before I had to listen to my wife fucking the two lucky engineers.

***

I woke up alone on Tuesday in my hotel room. Even though it was late in the morning, I didn't feel like getting out of bed. I felt an overwhelming sense of despair. We had five more days of vacation left, and I wasn't sure how much more of my wife's disdain I could handle. I was confused by her behavior. Was she simply playing the role of my slutty girlfriend Cathy or was she serious about wanting a divorce? Whatever she was up to it was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely. I'd known since our earlier days together that she was a lot more sexually experienced than I was. I had completely accepted her argument that woman had the right to enjoy sex just as much as a man without being shamed as a slut. My scientific mind accepted the idea that sexual gratification was an important evolutionary factor for both men and women. Still, she had cut me out of her life, and I was hurt and hurt to the depths of my soul. Fuck science! All I could do was stand on the outside and watch her give all of herself to strangers. If she kept up this charade, I would be happy to give her the divorce she asked for. Perhaps that was her plan.

I thought about the night she had acted out Kimberly's slave girl fantasy. She had been tied to the bed and fucked by all of the engineers and four Alabama football players at least twice. I had watched everyone take their first turn with my wife before passing out from exhaustion after Amber took advantage of me.

I had woken up later to see Kimberly lead Brent into the room. Even though my wife was blindfolded, she had recognized the Alabama quarterback's monstrous cock. If that wasn't bad enough, she had started yelling out encouragement to Brent as he pounded his huge cock into her sloppy pussy. She even went so far as to tell him he was the best fuck she had ever had. I know my wife had been kept unsatisfied the whole day, and Brent finally gave her orgasm after orgasm, but her praise for his sexual prowess was too much for me to take.

Thinking about my wife bucking her hips in time with Brent's relentless fucking was getting me aroused. I wrapped my hand around my morning wood and slowly stroked my cock as I recalled how I had fucked my wife doggy style in the park. It was the last time she had let me touch her. I thought about how my wife's beautiful breasts shook when Brent took her in a similar manner. She had been screaming as the quarterback's fingers rubbed her clit. My hand was stroking my cock faster and faster as I thought about my wife's sweaty body bucking under Brent's long and intense fucking. I kicked back the covers just before I came all over my stomach. I groaned as I felt a twinge of pain in my groin. It was only a 3 or 4 out of 10 on the pain scale. At least I was recovering from my little fertility procedure. Too bad the operation was looking like a waste of money.

I got up and took a shower before heading over to the engineer's hotel room wearing a tee shirt and my swim trunks. My wife was lying naked on her side on the couch watching reruns of I Love Lucy. She had a bowl of grapes in front of her that she was sharing with Robert who was lying behind her. She paused to pull a bottle of Reisling from between the cushions of the couch. The bottle was almost gone, and I noticed she didn't share it with Robert. The engineer's hand was playing with her breast, and he was sucking on her neck. She was going to have a major hickey. As I got closer, I saw that her right knee was bent, and her right foot was in front of her left knee on the couch. Her hips were rocking very slowly. That was when I noticed that Robert's cock was sliding in and out of my wife's wet pussy. My wife set the grapes aside and slid her hand down her taut stomach and began rubbing her clit.

Cathy demanded, "Pick up the pace Robert. Come on, fuck me faster."

My wife's fingers began flying over her clit. Robert began driving his cock into her pussy as fast as he could in his awkward position. His hand was mauling her breast. He grabbed her nipple and twisted it hard. My wife screamed, and her body shuddered. Robert wasn't far behind. He grunted and drove his cock in deep. He grabbed my wife's hip and held her shaking body tight against his crotch. I watched in dismay as his cum oozed out around his cock and slid down my wife's thigh.

My wife took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She saw me watching. She smirked and said, "About time the cook showed up. I'm famished. Why don't you get busy and whip up some pancakes and fried eggs? I need some protein."

I headed to the kitchen and got to work on breakfast. It looked like today wasn't going to be any better than yesterday. I mixed up a batch of pancakes from scratch. I have no idea why anyone uses a mix. Scratch only takes a couple more minutes and tastes so much better. Mixing the ingredients together from memory kept my mind off of my wife. Soon the suite was filled with the smell of hot butter and frying sausages. Wally and John stumbled out of the bedroom. The last time I saw them, my wife was dragging them off to bed. The young college men looked exhausted. I have no idea where my wife got her energy. While I was cooking, Robert staggered into the kitchen and tossed out the empty bottle of wine. He pulled a cold bottle from the refrigerator and pulled the cork on a new bottle of Riesling. He carried the new bottle out to my wife. I'm glad I got a case of Riesling but at the rate, she was drinking, the case wouldn't last more than two or three days.

I looked at my naked wife as she grabbed the bottle and took a long swallow. She said something to James before bending over the back of the couch. James grabbed my wife's hips and drove his cock into her unprotected vagina. I flipped the pancakes while I listened to my wife scream out encouragement to James. Wally and John shared a joint with Robert. I watched as they did rock, paper, scissors for who would fuck my wife next.

I got everyone to the table after I'd cooked the first batch of pancakes. The guys were wearing swim trunks and tee shirts. My wife was still completely naked except for James' dog collar. Even with her hair a mess and her body covered with bite marks and sweat, she looked gorgeous. I had to make three batches of pancakes, two pounds of sausage and two dozen fried eggs before the starving group was satisfied. When everyone was done, I sat down to eat my breakfast.

Everyone except my wife looked exhausted, and I had to listen to her complaining about the guy's lack of stamina. I wasn't surprised at the guys. Robert and James had been virgins. I imagine their sex life consisted of whacking off to porn videos every couple of days. Wally and John were more experienced but neither currently had a girlfriend. I imagine their sex lives were similar to the first two guys. On the other hand, my wife and I had been trying to make a baby for the last few years. Before I had complications from my fertility operation, we had been having sex at least twice a day. When my wife was ovulating, we had sex four or five times a day. I wasn't surprised she had worn out the four young engineers.
Cathy said, "Steve, you're still a number one asshole, but I'm going to give you a chance to get back into the rotation. If you can do one little thing right, you are in."

I didn't like negotiating from my weak position, but I was horny and staring at her breasts was making me hard.

I said, "Ok, I'll bite. What do I need to do to get into your good graces?"

Cathy laughed, "I wouldn't go that far. I said I would let you fuck me. I didn't say anything about liking you ever again."

I snorted, "Ok, what do I have to do to get back onto your fuck schedule?"

Cathy scowled at me for a minute before saying, "These guys need a tutorial on oral sex. As I recall, your wife said she trained you well. I think you should help me provide a demonstration for these nerds."

I glared at my wife and shook my head. What the hell had happened to my modest, self-conscious wife? It seemed that Cathy, her slut alter ego, had taken control.

I said, "Are you serious? You want me to go down on you in front of these guys?

"Exactly, Steve. I could train them, but I think a demonstration would be a lot faster. These poor engineers need to be educated in techniques for pleasing a woman. If you don't want to do your part in furthering their education, you can stick to cooking and cleaning."

I glared at her before I finally stood up and said, "Ok, let's go to the bedroom."

Cathy stood up and laughed, "I think the lighting is better here. I want you to perform your demonstration here on the dining room table."

I looked at my wife's sweaty body and said, "I think you need a shower first. You're still leaking cum out of your pussy."

Cathy put her hands on her naked hips and smirked, "Guess you'll just have to lick the engineer's sperm out of my pussy."

"Not going to happen. I've never had any desire to lick another man's cum out of a woman's pussy, and I'm not going to start now. If you want me to lick your pussy, it had better be clean."

Cathy glared at me for a moment before striding out the sliding door to the beach patio. She said, "I'm going to shower in your room. While I'm gone, you can clean the engineer's bathrooms and do the dishes. This place is turning into a pigpen."

While she was gone, I organized the engineers to clean their hotel room. Evidently, the hotel staff was overwhelmed by all of the college students trashing the hotel. My experience as a program manager had some utility in supervising the young engineers. Fuck if I was going to do it for them.

Cathy took her time cleaning up. When she returned, her skin glowed. Her hair had been carefully brushed and braided. The engineers had cleaned the dining room table and covered it with a blanket. They had even brought in a pillow. Cathy had brought her Sony Discman and a pair of portable speakers.

She set up her music player and said, "We need some music, and I choose some tunes to go with the demonstration."

Cathy hit play and hopped up onto the dining table. She fluffed up the pillow and lay back with her legs spread wide. She scooted down until her ass was close to the edge. I went into lecture mode and ignored Cathy's choice of music.

I said, "One big difference between men and women is that men have no problem with a woman grabbing their cock right from the start. On the other hand, most women will go through the roof if you touch their clit with no foreplay. Women take a little longer than men to warm up, but if you care enough to show some patience, you'll find they can be stimulated to an orgasm as intense as any you'll ever have. In fact, if you've been paying attention, you should have noticed that Cathy can have multiple orgasms."

While I was talking, I was engaged in a little foreplay with my wife. I was annoyed when my wife turned her head when I tried to kiss her.

Cathy said, "Let's keep this to sex, asshole. I'm not interested in kissing and pretending I care for you."

I noticed that my wife's left tit was bruised, and she flinched when my lips brushed over her nipple. It looked like teeth marks. I focused on her right breast before working my lips down her taut abdomen. I kissed my way around the outside of her labia. My hands massaged their way up the insides of her thighs. My hands cupped her ass cheeks as she locked her ankles around my neck. My tongue dipped between her pussy lips for a short run up her slit. I was careful to avoid her clit but was still rewarded with a moan from my wife.

I pressed two fingers against the entrance to her wet vagina and was surprised at how easily they slid inside. Maybe I should thank Brent. My wife's pussy had always been so tight I always came too soon. In the past, she had complained when I tried to work more than one finger into her vagina. Now she was gyrating her pussy around my fingers and humming to the music. My fingertips were rubbing across her G-spot when I finally flicked her clit with my tongue. A few minutes of licking and sucking on that sensitive nub brought my wife to her first orgasm. Just to prove my point about multiple orgasms, I brought my wife to a couple more orgasms. Now it was my turn.

I stood up and dropped my swim trunks. My cock was rock hard. All I had to do was aim and shove my erection deep into her warm, wet pussy. Her legs were still wrapped around my neck, so I pushed her knees against her shoulders and began pounding my cock into my bitchy wife. I was angry, and I focused my frustration on hammering my cock into her tender pussy. My wife began squeaking in time with the table as it slid back and forth over the floor. I had masturbated earlier, so I lasted a long time. My wife's newly stretched vagina felt awesome. It was just tight enough without being too tight. It was now a Goldilocks's pussy.

My wife's fingers were rubbing her clit as I fucked her hard. I had to pause every couple of minutes when she orgasmed, and her vagina grasped my cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning. We were both sweaty and breathing hard. It was the longest fuck I'd ever had with my wife.

As I continued to fuck my wife, my pace matched the music she had put on. Gradually I realized she had put one song into a loop. Her selection was no accident, and the message was hardly subtle. She had chosen ABBA's "Knowing me, knowing you."

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time we're through
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go


I was close to crying, but I refused to accept we were through. I knew we had broken our marriage vows, and my wife felt broken. Still, I was determined to find a way to save the years we put into our marriage. In my misery, I came hard before collapsing onto the floor. My body was wracked with sobs, and I was barely aware that Wally had taken my place.

We spent the rest of the day in the engineer's hotel room. My wife laid on the couch watching old movies cuddling with one or more of us. Sometime in the afternoon, my wife decided to go for a three way. I'd always dreamed about fucking my wife in her gorgeous ass. I finally got my chance when she had Robert fuck her against the wall while he worked lubricant into her tight ass. She straddled James and directed me to shove my cock into her ass. It was awkward until the three of us managed to get into a rhythm. I was disappointed. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as fucking her pussy. I guess the appeal is how dirty the whole idea is. Maybe God really didn't intend us to commit sodomy.

As the sun was setting, I got James and Wally to help me cook a spaghetti dinner with garlic bread and a large bowl of salad. I'm glad we made a large batch of pasta because Wally pulled out a couple of joints and enhanced our appetites even more. My wife switched from Riesling to Chianti for the meal. We took turns fucking my wife after dinner, and I remember starting the night in the same bed as my wife. In the morning, I could hear moaning in the other bedroom. Did my wife ever sleep?

Wednesday morning started out much like the day before. I got Robert and John to help me make scrambled eggs with ham and cheese. I made a ton of biscuits from scratch. While we were busy in the kitchen, Wally and James were entertaining my wife in the living room. My wife was bent over the back of the couch facing the TV with her legs spread wide. She was watching Family Feud and razzing the contestants when they answered the question wrong. I heard her yell "Box of rocks" for the dumber answers. She hardly seemed to pay attention as James fucked her first. Wally took her in the same position, but he had been paying attention during my demonstration. His hands slid down her tummy and found her clit. My wife bucked her hips enthusiastically to meet Wally's thrusting cock. Even though I was prepared for it, I still jumped when she shrieked along with her orgasm.

Sometime in the afternoon, I fell asleep in one of the bedrooms. It was late afternoon when Wally shook me awake.

"Go away. Can't you see I'm exhausted? That demon has sucked me dry."

Wally said, "Cathy asked James to parade her down the beach. I thought maybe you might be interested."

I asked, "What is she wearing?"

"Nothing except for her collar and the leash."

I said, "Naked? Are they crazy? The beach is packed with college kids at this time of day, and there are cops everywhere."

I couldn't find my swim trunks and pulled on the first pair I could find. I ran out onto the beach barefoot and looked for my wife. I heard hoots and hollers coming from a mob a quarter mile up the beach almost to The Crab Shack. I sprinted to the wet sand and ran down the beach. I had to fight my way through the crowd to catch a glimpse of my naked wife happily following James as he and Robert led her along the beach using the damn leash. I had a hard time getting close. I couldn't understand why her ass glistened in the late afternoon sun.

My wife's eyes kept darting around the crowd. She grinned every time some guy grabbed his crotch and offered to fuck her. She was breathing hard, and her gorgeous breasts were heaving. She was tremendously aroused from the attention the crowd was paying her naked body. Her hand was stroking her stomach in circles that kept dropping lower. I watched in amazement as my wife stopped and leaned against James. Her fingers brushed across her clit, and her body began to shudder. She tilted her head back and rubbed her fingers over the top of her slit. Cathy shrieked as her body shook. James and Robert had to grab her upper arms to keep her from falling. The mob screamed its approval. After a couple of minutes to recuperate, Cathy started walking again.

When we got to The Crab Shack, and my wife said, "Here."

Robert had a blanket from the hotel room, and he and James spread it on the warm sand. My wife pulled off James swim trunks to the accompaniment of more yelling. My wife knelt in front of the young engineer and sucked his nearly hard cock into her mouth. The crowd went wild. Cathy bobbed her head up and down his shaft until she was happy with his erection. She encouraged him to lie on his back. James was still holding her leash as she straddled his hips. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her wet vagina. James groaned as my beautiful, naked wife bounced a couple of times up and down his cock.

She leaned forward and mashed her ample breasts against his skinny chest. I understood why her ass appeared oily when she turned her head and directed Robert to kneel behind her. She reached behind her and pumped his cock a couple of times. My wife said something I couldn't hear over the crowd, and Robert pressed his cock between my wife's ass cheeks. My wife reached around and adjust the position of his cock. She gave a long moan as Robert eased his cock into my wife's fantastic ass. I was amazed at what she was doing in front of the screaming crowd of maybe a hundred college students. She had always been modest and vehemently opposed to any anal contact.

It took a little time for the guys to work out a rhythm and they had to start slow. I could see Robert was pulling his cock almost all of the way out before driving forward and pushing my wife's pussy against James' cock. After they had got their act together, my wife started kissing James passionately. Robert slipped his hand around Cathy's abdomen. My wife was pinned between the two engineering students and couldn't even jump when Robert found her clit. His other hand grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple. From the way she screamed, I think it was the one with the bruise. The guys had fucked so much the last few days, they lasted a long time. Every time my wife orgasmed, she screamed, and the crowd cheered. The decks of The Crab Shack were filled with students trying to see over the heads of the growing crowd.

Robert came first in my wife's tight ass. I hoped that James would follow soon, and I could get my wife back to the hotel room. Instead, some stranger knelt behind my wife and shoved his cock in her ass. Cathy squealed in delight as he drove all of the ways home. The new guy didn't last long. He came shortly after James shot his load into my wife's pussy. The stranger disappeared into the crowd to the accompanied of derisive hoots. I was in shock as I watched my wife crawl off of James and remain on her hands and knees panting hard. I could see cum oozing out of her ass and pussy and running down her thighs. She made no effort to cover herself.

I started to move forward but was pushed aside by an athletic college student with platinum hair. He knelt behind my wife and drove his monstrous cock into her gaping vagina with one thrust. My wife didn't even turn her head as she shrieked in what could only be described as ecstasy.

"BRENT! Oh my God, I love your cock."

Brent said, "I told you I wanted to fuck you again. Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy?"

"Oh God, yes, please. You fuck so well. Baby, I love your cock. Please fuck me hard."

Brent slowly pulled his cock out until only the tip was nestled between her swollen pussy lips. His long fat cock glistened in the sun before he eased it back in. My wife shoved her ass back hard with a wet slap against his crotch. Brent laughed at her impatience and held her hips tight against his body.

"Slut, do you like my cock? Do you want me to pound your pussy and shoot my cum deep into your womb?"

"Yes! Oh God, yes. Please, baby, don't tease me. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can with your magnificent cock."

"Is my cock the best you've ever had? Has anyone fucked you better?"

I watched my wife twist her ass against Brent's crotch desperate for stimulation. She shook her head refusing to answer. Brent slapped her ass cheeks hard, first one then the other. My wife shrieked while Brent spanked her ass. He rained down a dozen blows leaving her ass cheeks bright pink.

Brent stopped and said, "Well bitch?"

"Oh God, Brent, your cock is the best. No one has fucked me better. Please stop talking and fuck me. I can't take it. Please just fuck me."

Brent laughed. "I rarely fuck a girl twice, but I like your tight pussy around my cock. You're the hottest bitch on the beach. I want to grab your gorgeous breasts and fuck my big cock into your sweet pussy. I'm going to find your clit and drive you to one orgasm after another. But if you want me to fuck you, I need you have to promise me something."

"Oh God, Brent, anything. Please, I'll promise whatever you want."

"OK, I want you to be my slut. I've had three girls today, and none of them compare to you. I want to fuck you whenever I wish. Even if you're with your boyfriend or husband and I snap my fingers, I want you to come running and let me fuck you. I don't care if they watch but I want you whenever I ask. Understood?"

"Yes, yes, oh God yes, anytime you want. Please, I want you to fuck me forever. I'll be your slut. I belong to you. Now, please fuck me and fill me with your hot cum."

I watched with my mouth open as I listened to my wife begging for his cock. I'm not sure if she knew that I was in the crowd, but nevertheless, she drove a dagger into my heart.

Brent laughed, but he kept his word. He went from rest to a hard pounding fuck as soon as she promised to betray our marriage whenever he asked. He started with long hard thrusts that my wife met with a push of her ass. Brent bounced off of her ass with rapid wet slaps. As promised, he grabbed one of her generous breasts and mauled the soft flesh. Her free breast shook with the impact of their intense fucking. The star athlete's other hand slipped down her stomach and found her clit. My wife screamed with her first orgasm as Brent's fingers flew across her sensitive nub.

"Brent, oh God, Brent. Fuck me. Fuck me forever. Don't ever stop."

"Slut, is my cock the best you've ever had?"

I realized Brent had never called my wife by her name. He didn't know it. The arrogant bastard didn't give a damn about her other than when his cock was fucking her tight pussy.

"Oh God, Brent, your cock is the best in the world. It's so big and so hard."

"Do you like the way I fuck you?"

"Oh fuck me. Oh, oh, oh, fuck yes. No one fucks better. You're so much better than my asshole husband. I'm going to leave him, so you have me whenever you want. Ah, ah, ah fuck me!"

I heard James gasp when my wife shouted she was married. None of the engineers had known Cathy was married. Certainly, none of them suspected she was married to me. She had left her wedding ring in California, while I had worn mine. The guys believed I was cheating on my wife with my hot girlfriend. Now, Cathy had shouted she was married too. I imagine they thought the two of us were swingers from sinful San Francisco.

Brent slapped her ass cheek and yelled, "Do you want me to cum in your pussy?"

"Ah fuck yes, yes, yes. Fill my fertile pussy with your hot cum. Give me your baby, Brent."

"Are you going to tell your husband I shot my potent cum into your tight pussy? If I knock you up, are you going to make the stupid cuckold raise my child?"

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck him. I despise my husband. He doesn't give a shit if you fill me with your cum. He doesn't care if I have your baby. He's an asshole. Ah, ah, ah ..."

Brent laughed, "I'm going to shoot a massive load of cum into your womb while you orgasm hard on my cock. Is that what you want?"

"Oh God, yes. Rub my clit. Squeeze my tits. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me forever."

Brent drove his cock into my wife's quivering body for what seemed forever to me. His fingers strummed her clit like a banjo. Once my wife orgasmed the first time, it wasn't long until Brent pushed her to a second and a third. My wife orgasmed again and again while the quarterback kept pounding into her wet vagina. Her orgasms came closer and closer until her nearly continuous shrieks became incoherent. She would have collapsed, but Brent's strong arms held her sweaty body secure.

After a half hour, people started making bets on how long Brent would last. I shook my head when someone bet that the big Alabama quarterback would fuck my wife to death.

That is when I saw Mike and Jerry, the two cops who had arrested my wife a couple of days ago. They waited patiently while Brent drove his cock into my wife. Mike had an Instamatic, and he moved around the couple snapping pictures. It was nearly an hour before I got to watch the quarterback arch his back and hold his cock in the depths of my wife's vagina. His body shook as he shot his cum into her fertile womb. When his flaccid cock slipped from her vagina, a massive amount of cum seeped out of her engorged pussy and ran down shaking thigh. The football player staggered to his feet and saw the cops. He hurried into the crowd as my wife collapsed onto the blanket.

Mike and Jerry reached down and grabbed my wife by her biceps to pull her to her feet. She opened her glazed eyes and managed to smile at the cops. Her braid had come undone, and her hair half covered her face. Cum was running down her trim thighs.
Cathy murmured, "Mike, Jerry, I'm so happy to see you guys."

Mike said, "Same here but we warned you when we let you go the last time. I'm afraid you are under arrest, and this time, you won't get off so easy."

Cathy put her arms around Mike's neck and pressed her body against his. She gave him a deep kiss before asking, "What are you arresting me for this time, jaywalking?"

Mike shook his head and said, "It's not the middle of the night. This time, it's serious. There are a lot of witnesses, and we have photographs. You are under arrest for public indecency, public fornication, solicitation, sodomy, assaulting an officer and resisting arrest."

Cathy smirked and said, "Mike you are a poopy head. I know you just want to get me alone again."

Cathy turned her back to the cop and held her wrists behind her back. Mike immediately cuffed her.

My wife squealed and said, "Not so tight, Mike."

I tried to follow, but the crowd got in the way. The last I saw my naked wife; the cops were walking her toward the parking lot.

Wally put his arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm really sorry man."

I said, "If they convict her, she'll lose her license to practice law. That would be the end of her career."

Wally half-heartedly tried to calm my fears, "I think they are just trying to up the fine."

"More likely, they'll lock her up for a year."

Wally shook his head, "That wouldn't be cool. I doubt they want to spend the money to keep her in jail. Let's go call the police station and find out the fine."

It was after five by the time we reached the hotel. I called the Fort Walton Beach police station and asked about my wife. The desk sergeant had to yell over the turmoil in the station. He said it was too late to process her today if she had just been arrested. He told me to call back tomorrow. I spent the evening ranting to the engineers.

"Why did you take her for a walk along the beach naked?"

James said, "It was Cathy's idea. She wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to talk her out of it, but she refused to listen. She said she was going out for a walk one way or the other."

I was too distraught to cook, and Wally ordered pizza. I awoke early on Wednesday morning and called the station at 8 AM. They told me to call back later. The jail was packed with college students they had arrested the previous day, and the backlog would take some time to process. I called back every hour and got the same message. Just after noon, I was informed that they had processed everyone, and there was no one under the name Cathy Miller. I realized she was smart enough not to give a false name to the police. I asked if they had a Jean Williams.

The desk sergeant laughed, "Oh, you mean the naked girl. Yeah, she's here. The court is pretty backed up, so she's scheduled to go before the judge tomorrow morning. It could be anytime between 9 AM and noon."

I groaned when I heard that my wife was famous even amongst a large number of disorderly college students. I had no choice. Unless she used her one call to reach me at the hotel, I was stuck until tomorrow.

The engineers tried to get me to join them for dinner at the Crab Shack, but I preferred to stay in my hotel room and brood. Sometime after midnight, I heard a lot of noise from the engineer's hotel room. Evidently, they were now famous amongst the Alabama college students and had used their fame to pick up girls. I found my earplugs and tried to sleep.

Thursday morning, I was at the courthouse early. I checked with the clerk, and my wife's name was not on the docket for the morning. He told me to check back before the afternoon session. I went back to the hotel and called the desk sergeant again. He told me that the court calendar was overcrowded, and the earliest she would appear in court was in the afternoon.

I got the same runaround in the afternoon. I drove to the jail and asked to see my wife. I was politely informed that they didn't allow visitors before arrangement. The only person she could see was a lawyer, and she hadn't requested one. I asked the desk sergeant to give her a note. I told her I would get her a lawyer.

I saw Mike and Jerry, the cops who had arrested my wife. I went over to talk to them.

"Do you guys know how my wife is doing?"

Mike smiled and said, "Last time I saw her, she had a grin from ear to ear. She's been very cooperative. I think we should give her an award for good behavior."

"I don't understand."

Jerry laughed and slapped Mike on the back, "Jean started by helping the police cadets practice stop and frisk procedures. The instructor used her to train them in arrest practices and prisoner transportation. We used Jean's real arrest record as the training exercise. Don't worry. She wasn't naked. We gave her a tee shirt to wear. We let each cadet pat her down, arrest her, read her rights, walk her to the interrogation room, take her statement and do a full cavity search while the instructor and other students watched. After a couple of times through the lesson, the cadets were performing the tasks better. Some of the older cops asked to do a refresher course. She is a real trooper and smiled the whole time."

I went back to the hotel and called every lawyer in the phone book. I never reached any of them. Their secretaries informed me that they were overwhelmed with cases involving the college students. I expressed my despair to the last person I called. She was a legal secretary, and she had had experience with handling cases for college students getting too enthusiastic during their Spring Breaks. She asked me a few questions. She whistled when I told her what the police had arrested her for.

She said, "They'll hit her with a big fine -- maybe five or six hundred dollars. Don't worry there won't be any record. She'll get to plead to some minor offense if you pay the fine."

I went back to the police station and found a different man behind the desk. I asked the desk sergeant to give my wife another note. I told her not to worry. I went back to the hotel and had another miserable night. The engineers had another party. I was so glad my wife had made them famous. I wanted to kick their sorry asses.

Friday morning, the clerk told me she was on the docket for the afternoon. The judge was doing his best to clear the cases, but it was possible she would have to wait until Monday. I was relieved when my wife was led into the courtroom just after four in the afternoon. She was shackled hand and foot and was dressed in a baggy orange jumpsuit. The judge was an older woman. It was hard to miss the large gold crucifix around her neck.

The judge looked at the charge sheet before glaring at my wife. The judge said, "Jean Williams, Easter is a sacred time for good Christians. Sadly, every year, I am shocked to find college students profaning their Lord's resurrection. I have presided over cases involving nearly every type of immoral behavior, but your depraved acts on our public beach exceed anything I have ever encountered. Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed for committing the same disgusting transgressions you did. If it were up to me, I would lock you away for five years without parole. Unfortunately, we would have to pay to incarcerate you, and I won't do that to the God-fearing citizens of this town. I'm sure they would prefer that I banish you back to that wicked place you call home. There's a note in your file saying you cooperated with the police while in jail. So, I am willing to reduce the charges to jaywalking if you pay a fine and agree never to return to Fort Walton Beach. How do you plead?"

My wife looked at the floor and said, "Guilty, your honor."

The judge said, "I fine you $500 plus $100 a day for the expenses of incarcerating your sorry being. You will remain in jail until your fine is paid."

She smacked her gavel down and said, "Next case."

I was relieved that the clerk accepted my credit card for the $900 fine. It was steep for a jaywalking charge, and I was sure the God-fearing judge was just using the arrest to extort as much money as possible. Still, I couldn't argue that my wife was guilty of far more than jaywalking. The clerk gave me a receipt, and I walked across the street to free my wife from jail. Unfortunately, they wanted to keep the orange jumpsuit, and I had not thought to bring clothes. The desk sergeant said I had thirty minutes to pick her up, or she would have to stay until Monday. I would never make it to the hotel and back in time. My wife solved the problem by peeling off the jail clothing. Underneath she was wearing only a large tee shirt with the logo of the Policemen's Benevolent Association. I didn't ask how she got the tee shirt that barely covered her ass.

My wife was silent on our drive back to the hotel and refused to meet my gaze. I had leftover pizza in the refrigerator, and she made an effort eat a slice. She stared at her plate and said she hadn't slept much in jail. She took a long hot shower and went to bed before 7 PM. I wasn't in any better shape and turned in early as well. Sometime after midnight, the engineers returned to their hotel room with another batch of girls. I cannot say I was happy my wife had trained them so well they were now very popular with the ladies. My wife never woke up, but I spent a couple of hours staring at the ceiling. I relived the events of the week over and over and tried to comprehend what the future held.

Saturday morning, I got up at six and packed our bags. I called room service and had breakfast delivered. I let my wife sleep as long as I could so I wouldn't have to talk to her. We drove to the airport and turned in the rental car. By 10 AM we were on our way to San Francisco. We had to change planes in Atlanta. My wife was still not talking to me. She was playing music on her Sony Discman and ignoring me. She slept or pretended to sleep most of the ways cross country.

She was sleeping on my shoulder when she began whimpering. "Oh God, Brent, I love your cock. Fuck me forever. Fuck me anytime you want."

I cried as I listened to my wife confess her love for Brent's cock. I knew it was now an unattainable fantasy for her, but it still drove a dagger into my chest.

An hour before landing in California, I put her ABBA album in the Discman. I selected the song 'S.O.S.'

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?


The song got her attention, and she looked at me with the hint of a tear in her eye. Her lip was trembling as she watched me silently select another ABBA hit 'Take a Chance on Me.'

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around


I'd played this song for my wife when we were first dating, and she was trying to choose between her bartender boyfriend and me. She had alternated weekends with us for nearly four months. I had never pursued a woman before, but I knew that Jean was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I cooked her favorite meal and played 'Take a Chance on Me' after desert. I got down on my knees and asked her to marry me. She had said yes. Since that happy day, we've put six years of hard work into our marriage. I had no intention of giving up easily. My wife cried on my chest the rest of the flight.

I said, "Jean, I love you. I'm not going to let you go."

I doubt my wife realized that I had just thrown our wager. Our bet was to maintain the Cathy charade for our whole vacation until we landed in San Francisco. I wanted to bury the whole damn Cathy charade in Florida.

It was late when we arrived home. I got some Chinese takeout for us, and we went to bed.

Sunday morning, I awoke to find my wife packing. My throat tightened, and I asked, "What are you doing, Jean?"

"I think it will be easier if I move out while we wait for the divorce to go through."

I swallowed and said, "Jean, I hoped you would give our marriage another chance? I know we can make this work."

"I thought about it all night. I fucked up, and now I'm sure I'm pregnant with Brent's child. I broke our marriage vows over and over. If I stay, I'll have to face the reproach in your eyes every day for the rest of my life."

I walked up to my wife and lifted her chin. I stared into her eyes and said, "Jean, do you love me?"

Jean sighed and whispered, "I'll always love you, but it doesn't matter. After I let Brent fuck me, I fucked everyone in sight. I even promised to be Brent's slut and begged for his baby. I know I'll never see him again, but I'm still a terrible person. I did a lot of horrible, unforgivable things to our marriage. I'm sorry, but it cannot be fixed."

I took my wife into my arms and hugged her tight. I felt her tremble, and her tears wet my shoulder.

I said, "I can't let you go, sweetheart. I'm as much to blame as you are. I forced you to dance with Brent, and I could have stopped him before it was too late. We are in this marriage together. We don't know if you are pregnant, but if you are, I want our first child to be raised in a loving home. Please, Jean."

Jean raised her head and looked at me through teary eyes. She gave me a kiss on my cheek before turning and walking out the door pulling a suitcase behind her.
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