JUST DESSERTS
As I've said numerous times, there's no shortage of story ideas here on Pleasant Street. As long as there are people, I'll have ideas for stories.
Marcus and Carol Eckworth have lived on Pleasant Street for about five years. They're a good-looking couple in their mid-forties who don't have any kids. About a year ago I began hearing rumors that Marcus wasn't exactly being a faithful husband. In fact, from what I've heard, he acts like he's on a quest to sleep with just about every woman he meets. It doesn't surprise me that he's successful with women. Although he's a little pudgy, Marcus isn't bad-looking. He's about six feet tall and probably weighs a little over two twenty or so. Lately he's been wearing his graying brown hair cut very short. He makes good money as a computer consultant and seems to have the gift of gab.
Marcus isn't cheating because his wife isn't attractive. Carol Marcus is an attractive woman. She's not petite, but she is incredibly attractive. She is almost as tall as her husband, probably five-ten or so, and most likely weighs between a hundred and sixty and a hundred and seventy pounds, but every last ounce of her weight is well-distributed. Her breasts are large, but look just right on her. Her legs and bottom are masterpieces. I know she spends a lot of time at the local health club keeping fit. She has a dynamite personality, too. I can't imagine she isn't dynamite in bed.
Given the number of people who seem to know what Marcus is doing, I have a hard time believing his wife hasn't at least heard some whispers about his cheating. If she has heard them, is it possible she might do something to extract revenge on her cheating spouse? If she did that, could it have gone like this?
GOTCHA
Marcus got home from work on a Friday night in September and found a note from his wife on the kitchen table. He picked it up and read:
"Marcus, honey, can you pick me up at the health club tonight? My car's in the shop and won't be done until morning. I should be done about nine or nine-thirty. Don't be late. They lock the club after they close and I don't want to have to stand around the parking lot alone waiting for you.
Carol"
Marcus made himself dinner, then sat and watched the news while he ate, thinking about the fun he'd had with a lovely gal named Lauri a bit earlier that week. He also kept a close eye on the clock. He didn't want to be late to pick up his wife. He left the house about quarter of nine, knowing it took about ten minutes to get to the health club.
He wheeled into the parking lot and saw Carol's car sitting there. "What the hell?" he thought. Miffed, he parked and sat in his car, waiting for his wife to come out.
Time dragged and by nine-thirty, his wife still hadn't come out. Even grumpier than when he arrived, Marcus got out of his car and headed for the door. There were two or three other cars in the lot and some lights were still on inside, so Carol probably wasn't the only one still there. "She's probably shooting the breeze with someone," Marcus thought, his anger still on the rise. He checked the door. It was open. He went in.
The club was modern and clean. It had all the latest equipment in a setting that, he guessed, justified the high membership prices the club charged. He didn't see any people, though.
"Where the hell is Carol?" Marcus wondered. He walked over to a door marked "Women's Lockers", but wasn't sure whether or not he should go in. Carefully, he pushed the door open. "Carol?" he called softly.
An attractive, short, red-haired young woman peeked from behind a row of pastel-colored lockers. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Ah...I-I'm looking for my wife," Marcus said, feeling himself blush.
He studied the young woman in the locker room. She was eye-catching. Her hair was short and straight, her face was cute more than pretty, but her body was what really caught his eye. She had on a pair of loose olive-drab pants - tight at the ankle - which were tucked into white sweat socks. Her high-top leather sneakers were untied just the right way. A white sweatshirt, cut to the waist in back and just above her waist in front, hung over her slacks.
Her surprisingly large bust pushed the sweatshirt out and up, exposing a strip of tan, smooth belly. "Tidy, tiny, and busty!" Marcus thought. "Not bad. Not bad at all!"
"What's her name?" The girl had a tiny voice and sounded little-girlish.
Marcus thought the "little girl" sound of her voice it made her more desirable, a little girl with a lush, miniature woman's body. "Ah...Carol," he stammered. "Her...her name's Carol."
The girl shrugged and smiled at him. "I think I know who she is," she said, "but I don't know where she is. I saw her earlier. She was talking to the instructors."
"There's nobody around," Marcus said, "Do you have any idea where I could find the instructors?"
"You can check the men's locker room," she suggested, "Or maybe the pool. I think they have to clean it every night."
"Thanks," Marcus said. He let the door close and turned around. The men's locker room was on the other side of the building so he headed in that direction. He had just reached out to push the door open when he heard what sounded like a moan. He froze.
"Oh, God, Baby, that feels fucking fantastic!" a male voice said.
"Yeah. Jesus, she's something, isn't she?" Another male voice.
"What the hell is going on?" Marcus wondered. Cautiously, he pushed the door open a crack. He couldn't believe what he saw. His wife Carol, buck-naked, was kneeling on the floor. Two muscular young men stood in front of her, both as naked as she. They had hard-ons, apparently provoked by his wife's ministrations.
Marcus watched, shocked, as his wife took first one cock, then the other, into her mouth. While she sucked one man, she stroked the other man's cock with her hand.
Marcus couldn't believe it! Not Carol! Not his wife! She couldn't be doing this! He considered rushing into the room and breaking up the lewd performance, but two things stopped him. First, there was no way he could have handled the two men. Both of them were younger and in far better shape than he was. Either one could have pounded him into pulp, together, they'd have killed him.
Second - and despite the shock of what he was seeing - watching his wife service the two men was turning him on! Gulping, Marcus stood there, shaking, staring at the activities going on before his eyes. He couldn't move.
"Gawd!" One of the men, a bulky blonde about six feet tall, groaned as Carol deep-throated him. "Jesus, Carol! You sure know how to make a guy feel fuckin' fantastic!"
