Isn't it sweet to see lover's names carved in a heart on a tree? Then again, who brings a knife on a date?
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Allen Collins; Ronnie Van Zant: "Hey there fellow, with the hair colored yellow, whatcha tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there, and I'm a man who cares, and this might be all for you!"
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'It seemed like a good idea at the time.'
How many times in your life have you thought something like that? I can think of dozens of times where I've done something that didn't quite work out like I wanted it to. This one is easily the one that went the furthest off the rails before I tried to make it right.
Let me take you back to six weeks ago when this started. By the way, my name is Nate Dylan. Twenty seven years old. Single. Dating sporadically due to work. Shy doesn't begin to describe my confidence around women. The ladies in the cafeteria flirt, but I'm not ready to mix work and pleasure. Over the last week, I think four or five have asked me out. Unfortunately with my crammed work schedule, I've had to turn them down. I have no idea what's changed to make me so popular, but I'm also not complaining.
Most everyone had left for the day, but I was working late again. My cell phone buzzed with an incoming text message.
'I need to talk with you as soon as possible!'
Wrong number, I guessed, as this one isn't in my contacts.
'Who is this?'
'We haven't met. Call me.'
I really have to get these reports out tonight. What the hell, I need a break. I tried the number. A woman answered.
"This is Nate Dylan. You asked me to call."
"Nate, my name is Corina. I would really like to sit down and talk with you. What's your schedule look like tonight?"
"Corina, you seem hell bent on something. Why is it that I should meet a stranger well after dark?"
"It's important and I'd rather not talk about it on the phone. We can meet somewhere brightly lit, like a Mickey Dees."
"I have to work another hour. Which Mickey Dees?"
We agreed on the meeting location and time. My miserable personal life had something to look forward to, albeit a little odd. Okay, a lot odd.
+ + + +
Walking through the doors, I realized I hadn't asked for a way to identify her. No one was holding a gun or knife. Two ladies had kids. There was a very old woman, who I immediately dismissed from consideration. The lady I talked to was not a granny. My assumption was that I beat her here, so I sat in a booth in the corner.
Based solely on her confident stride, the woman who just entered became my prime suspect. She quickly scanned the crowd then made a beeline towards me. Walking quickly with her right hand holding her cell phone, her left arm was swinging back and forth with each step. She had her purse slung over her shoulder.
"Nate?"
"Who?"
"You sure look like Nate. You're not Nate?"
"I'm sorry. I wish I was."
That brought a smile to her face. She seemed confused as she rescanned the patrons.
"Just kidding. You must be Corina."
"Cute! I ought to..."
"Yes, you ought to. Have a seat."
Corina retrieved a large manila envelope from her purse and then set it on the table.
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your wife is having an affair with my husband."
"No way. That's just not possible."
Pushing the envelope towards me "Again, I really am sorry. The investigator's report is in here along with some very disturbing photos. I think the affair started three months ago."
I peeled the clasps apart, opened the flap, and then tried to shield the children nearby from the pornographic photos. If this was her husband I can see why she finds this disturbing. The slut had his cock buried down her throat in one photo, and fully up her ass in another. A third had her feet tied above her head as he pounded her pussy. There were about a dozen photos.
What the hell? I played along.
Acting dismayed "Thanks for bringing this to my attention. I'm in shock. What are you planning to do?"
"I'd like to kill them, but that's not going to happen. My sister thinks I should have a revenge fuck and show him the pictures. What are you going to do?"
That was a good question. I've never been married. I've never even been engaged. At what point do I bring this to Corina's attention?
"I can't see spending another night in her bed. What's a revenge fuck?"
I knew exactly what it was, but didn't want to start unzipping my fly quite yet.
Whispering so those closest to us couldn't eavesdrop "It's where you have sex outside your marriage to even the score."
I put my hand over my mouth and raised my eyebrows "Devious. And you've done this?"
"No. I was thinking we could do it."
Thankfully these are really strong zippers. My cock was ready for some serious action. Should I put on a show or play it cool?
"Let me see that report again."
I hemmed and hawed while looking at this gumshoe's report. There it was, my name and phone number. The addresses, for home and work, were wrong. I need to send this dude a Christmas card. Shaking my head no as I looked at the photos, as if in disgust, I pronounced "Let's do it. When and where?"
"Tonight at your place. Like right now."
"Too dangerous. I have another place we can use. Follow me."
+ + + +
I drove to my house and parked on the street. Opening my garage door, I motioned for Corina to pull her car in.
"Nobody needs to see you. Let me close the garage door after you're in."
We made our way into the kitchen. Corina seemed nervous.
"Something to drink?"
"White wine if you have it."
I held up two different bottles for Corina to choose from. Then I filled a delicately tapered Champagne flute for her. She had taken her coat and shoes off. Dressed in a very loose fitting logo shirt and somewhat tight fitting jeans, she was actually pretty cute. Pulling the hair tie off of her pony tail onto her wrist, she began shaking and fluffing her hair making it cascade down. This was one beautiful woman. It seemed like she was about my age.
Her wine went down like a shooter and then she announced "I'm ready. Let's do this."
Grabbing my hand she marched down the hall. Instead of the master bedroom, we ended up in the guest bedroom. It didn't matter to me. I started unzipping and unbuckling but fell behind in the stripping competition. What a treat this was going to be. Ever so slightly overweight, her not me as I'm just plain overweight, her hard nipples pointed skyward.
With a gleam in her eye "Look at you. Oh my, I am really going to like this. You are huge compared to Neil."
I'm guessing Neil is her husband. I didn't care at this point. The feeling of her hands on my cock were delightful. I busied myself caressing her tits and thumbing her nipples. Our mouths found each other and we spent a minute getting warmed up.
"I'm wet enough. I want this cock!"
Launching herself into the middle of the bed, I took aim and was fully inside of her within seconds. I tried to pace myself, really I did.
"Your pussy is so tight I don't think I can last."
"Let it go. I'll get you up again."
Not having had sex in, gawd I can't even remember back that far, I emptied into Corina. She was clamping down hard on my cock. I'm not lying. My cock was almost stuck in her tight pussy. We laid still for a minute before I rolled off. Corina immediately rolled on top of me and snuggled.
"Your wife's a fool."
"No, your husband is a bigger fool. You must be one high strung bitch for him to give up a body like this."
