“None?” I asked, finding it hard to believe.
She shook her head. “I had a couple of nice regulars. Two. They could get me off. I didn’t mind them. Even liked them a little. Not enough to go bareback or swallow.”
“Big cocks?” I couldn’t help myself.
“Not them. There were three pretty memorable ones. One lousy bastard who hurt me. I wouldn’t do him again. It was interesting to have a 9 inch cock, thick as my wrist, but not all that good. One of my two favorites was only maybe 5 inches. But man, he could use it.”
She leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before I could stop it. “What you’ve got is just about perfect. It’s what? Close to seven inches? Thick. Much longer and it wouldn’t be comfortable. No, this here’s what a girl’s looking for.”
Nice little ego-stroke, but I’d take it with a grain of salt from a lying whore.
She rode me quietly for a bit, then returned to laying on top of me, letting me use her gently. “When she shows up, any chance of you taking her back? She loves you more than life itself you know. It’s going to kill her.”
“My best friend, Gail. Fucking my best friend for six months. Doing things with him she’d never do for me. Did you know she never let me have her back-door, but it was a regular item on your menu. She bragged about it to him, that he got what I didn’t.”
She stiffened up. “How do you know that?”
“I confronted him. I was sent pictures and a video?”
She looked up at me. “Do you know who it was then? Who exposed us?”
“Who do you think it was?” I asked.
“Probably the husband of one of the girls. I don’t know if she talked, or he found out by accident. Brenda must have gotten word. She took off so quickly.”
“The help was married too?”
“Three of them. Another with a live in boy-friend.”
“That’s really fucked up, Gail.”
She nodded quietly and started thrusting back more firmly against me.
“Could you forgive her?” she said abruptly. “She never meant to hurt you. Nick blackmailed her.”
“Six months. Who knows how many men? Doing things she denied me. Lying to me, cheating on me, when I supported her in every way. Hell, it makes me her pimp, putting her in business so she could become a whore. Now everyone knows. I’m humiliated. Scared to death to go back to work and face the music. No, I don’t see ever taking her back.”
“You could move away. Start over. It wasn’t an affair. There was no other love. She was stupid, but she loves you. God, how that girl loves you. How she talks about you. She’d make it up to you. I know she would.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her angrily. “Enough.”
She lowered her head, while I pounded my cock into her from below. “I’m sorry, Dave. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Punish me if you need to.”
I rolled her onto her back, and fucked her hard, angrily. She took it quietly, even getting excited after a bit. I didn’t let her come, getting my rocks off while leaving her high and dry. She didn’t complain. She left the bed, cleaned up, then brought back a warm washcloth to clean me. She gave me a little taste test, before settling back into my arms.
She was quiet, and I thought she was almost asleep. “I don’t deserve this, but thank you. You’ve always been a better man than either of us deserved.”
I kissed the top of her head, lost in my own feelings. I should have detested her, but I felt sorry for her. Her life was ruined. I’d give her shelter for a bit, and use her for my pleasure, but that was it.
Still, I held her, feeling her soft skin, knowing her feelings for me, and that I’d always liked her. She fucked up big time, but I didn’t have the heart in me to punish her much more than I had. Outing her, ruining her marriage, making her a laughing stock.
Now Nick and my cheating whore wife? I couldn’t think of any way to punish them enough.
* * *
Brenda stayed invisible. The police visited me twice more, with no additional information. The second time, after a few weeks, they told me they weren’t looking for her. It looked like she’d left of her own free will, and didn’t want to be found. I didn’t hear from her, and when she stopped using the ATM card and the joint account, she disappeared. I figured she was somewhere in the Orland area. Maybe Tampa.
Nick’s marriage was over. I was amazed that his wife of a few weeks would get anything out of the divorce, but I guess her lawyer was good. Then I found out why. She was pregnant. Poor thing. The lawyers worked it out that nothing became final until the birth, and proof of parenthood, but the house was sold, and he was paying for two households.
He was a software programmer, an IT job. Why somebody would hunt him down one night, and beat the hell out of him, going out of their way to break his hands and fingers, I have no idea. Someone must have been very unhappy with him.
It cost me two grand. Money well spent. I figured out that twice a month for five months, at around $200 a shot, was two thousand dollars. He paid for it himself. Ironic.
Whoever did it, also kicked his testicles halfway back into his body. Me? I had an alibi. I was fucking the hell out of my wife’s whore partner. With a little help from modern medicine, I did my best to make it an all night thing. Three holes and those amazing tits. Knowing what was going down across town, I was riding a high, while I was riding my whore.
The asshole disappeared not long after that. I decided I’d keep track of the divorce, and if he returned to town, maybe have someone pay him another visit. He never did, that I know of.
Seven months I kept Gail and used her well. Any way I wanted, any time I wanted. Naked blowjobs when I walked into the house after a long day at work. Taking her tight ass while she was doing the dishes. Multi-hour oral sessions, seated in my leather chair, watching the ball game, my loving whore on her knees. Long leisurely fucks in our bed at night. Entire weekends with her wearing her Sexy French maid outfit, getting fucked on demand. She hated that outfit, but never denied me.
It wasn’t cheap. Housing and feeding her didn’t cost much, but I used about $15K of her own money to pay her lawyers. She got off on probation for the prostitution gig. Lack of evidence, so they made a deal. The pictures of her with the asshole were claimed to be nothing more than consensual sex. The two had known each other for years. The business did clean houses and any payments received were for that express purpose. No VIP treatment without at least a cleaning. I guess her lawyer was pretty good.
Gail was grateful. She kept my house impeccable, cooked and cared for me. If I got pissed at her for anything, she’d give me what I needed for the night, and retire to the guest room without a complaint. When I got maudlin about my shitty life, she’d hold me and sooth me. She was just what I needed at the time to get over my cheating wife. Yes, I recognized the irony.
I learned things from her. She was wild, a little kinky. We played with toys, and light bondage. I fucked those big tits of hers dozens of times. I spanked her ass raw often, used a belt on her more than once. She’d come explosively when I fucked her brains out afterward. I spent almost an entire day with her tied up, using a battery of dildos and vibrators on her, seeing how many time I could get her to cum. Whenever the excitement got too much for me, I’d finish in her hot little mouth, and go back to work on her body. At one point I had her so on edge, I just laid beside her, gently sliding my finger across her clit, and watched her cum softly with each stroke. Dozens of times. She was incredible.
It was on a Saturday, a few months after her divorce was finished. We had spent the whole day spoiling each other.
She was lying in my arms, and I kissed her. I rarely did, and she melted for me each time.
“It’s time,” I told her softly.
“Time?”
“To move on.”
I felt her stiffen. “How much longer do I have?”
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know. I need to find a job. A place.”
“You need to start looking. Let me know what kind of progress you have.”
“Are you sure? What we have is good, isn’t it?”
“It’s very good. You’ve been wonderful to me, baby. But I’ve got to move on. I can’t help thinking about her, with you around. You understand, don’t you?”