The recession was taking its toll. My boss had started to let people go and my wife and I were worried about what we would do if I lost my job. I was 31 and my wife Cathy was 28. We had a nice home in a San Diego suburb and my job paid well, but with the reduced the level of business at least three of the seven guys I worked with were going to be let go. In fact, one had already left. My wife and I talked about it all the time and tonight we were at it again sitting on the back patio and trying to figure out what we were going to do.
My wife asked, "Did you hear about Ray and Pam?"
"I haven't talked to Ray in a week," I said.
"They're going to lose their house," Cathy said. She looked like she was about to cry. "They're going back north to live with her folks."
"The last time I talked to Ray, he said they could not keep up the house payments. Their mortgage was under water. The market has gone down so much that the house is worth less than what they owe the bank. I'm not surprised that the bank's going to take it."
Cathy shook her head. "Pam should have screwed that bastard. It would have only been for a couple of months. He always moves on after a couple of months."
Cathy was talking about my boss, Paul, who was a notorious womanizer. His wife Debbie knew about it and didn't care. She had a big house, a new Benz every year, and anything else she wanted. She could have divorced him long ago and left with a bundle of cash but she preferred to stay married and ignore his women. It was easier and if she wanted to have an affair he would probably not object.
Paul had propositioned Pam, and she told him no, even though she knew it meant that Ray might lose his job. Ray had supported her decision. Pam was a good-looking woman about Cathy's age with a very nice figure. I thought Cathy was better looking and better built than Pam, but then I was biased.
Cathy stared at me as I sat there thinking. Then she asked. "What are we going to do when he hits on me?"
"I don't want you the fuck him," I answered. "Tell him no just like Pam did."
"And you lose your job just like Ray did. Do you want to lose our house?" Cathy replied.
"I don't want you to fuck that bastard," I repeated.
"I don't want to lose our house," she said. You know our mortgage is under water just like Ray and Pam. We have to keep making the payments. I am not going to lose this house!" She was emphatic.
I sat there and did not answer her. The thought of Cathy spreading her legs for Paul made me intensely jealous. He was a bastard. Arrogant and insolent. But he was my boss. I sat there getting angry -- at Paul, at Cathy, at the world.
She continued, "It would only be for a couple of months."
"No!"
"At least think about it. I've seen his eyes. He likes my tits. I think he's going to hit on me soon. He's been fucking Sherry for two months now and Charlie doesn't care."
"Charlie does care." I replied. "He cares and he's scared and he's jealous and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. Charlie's helpless. He just has to let her fuck him and keep his mouth hut. Plus, all the guys and their wives know that Paul is fucking Sherry and how do you think that makes Charlie feel?"
"Paul fucked Lois and Larry didn't care."
"Will you just stop it already. Larry did care. He just couldn't do anything about it. He had to let her fuck him. He had no choice. And everybody knew they were fucking. Paul screwed her in the guesthouse at his place the same way he's screwing Sherry now. She would park her car in plain sight. Debbie knew every time she was there and she didn't care. Hell, everybody knew they were fucking."
Cathy looked at me and then as though it proved her point she said, "Paul only fucked Lois for about two months, then he moved on. Larry still has his job and Lois said Paul told her that Larry's job was safe. Paul's going to be finished with Sherry very soon and then Charlie will keep his job. It's only two months for God's sake! Joe, I'm telling you this and I mean it. I'm not going to lose our house. I'm gonna fuck him if I have to. "
I gave up and said nothing. I would watch her closely and when Paul hit on her, as I knew he would, I would tell her she couldn't fuck him and that would be that.
A couple of weeks later Paul and Debbie had a big party at the fancy house that Debbie loved so much. Lots to eat and drink on the big patio around the pool. That house was really something. I couldn't count the rooms or the garages. Back behind the pool was the guesthouse, half as big as our home. Everyone was having a good time and the wives ended up on the patio moving back and forth from sun to shade and sipping fruity vodka drinks. The guys collected in the den watching Sunday football on a big screen TV and drinking beer. I walked around and chatted with my friends, keeping an eye on Cathy. This would be a good time for Paul to hit on her and I wanted to be ready. I was not going to let it happen.
The party went well but it was hard to keep track of Cathy. Paul had long ago disappeared after giving all of us the big welcome and showing us the bar. I tried to stay as sober as I could because I wanted to stay alert. I sat by the pool where I had a good view. Then I got up to get another drink and got into a conversation with one of the wives. When I got back to my chair, somehow Cathy had disappeared. Hell I was only gone for fifteen minutes, where did she go? She was not on the patio with the girls or in the pool. Maybe, I thought, she's gone into the house. I headed inside and checked out the kitchen first. She was not there. As I walked by the den I saw that the guys had changed channels. Instead of football they were watching a porn movie. It wasn't all that good. It was just some guy fucking this gal in the missionary position and her making the usual porn star sounds.
"You guys better not let your wives catch you watching that," I said, laughing at them. "Besides that's a pretty boring porn movie. There's usually a lot more action than that. Hell, that's just a missionary fuck," I said pointing to the big screen TV where the guy was still just pumping away and the gal still groaning just like when I walked in. All you could see was this guy's back covering some girl whose legs were up in the air bouncing as the guy fucked her.
"It's boring," I said.
"Depends on your perspective." said Tom. And for some reason I couldn't understand all the guys thought this was really funny and laughed.
I walked back outside and looked for Cathy on the patio. Finally I asked Charlie's wife Sherry if she had seen Cathy. Sherry looked uncomfortable and gave me a very strange look. Then she smiled reassuringly.
"I think she's gone into the house," she said.
"I looked there. She's not in the kitchen."
"Debbie said something about showing her the house. She's probably looking at the dining room or the master bedroom. That's what most girls want to see. She'll probably be back in a few minutes."
I nodded and walked over to fix a drink and wait for her. I sat down by the pool and nursed my drink, looking back at the house for Cathy to come out. I must have waited over a half hour and I was starting to get worried. I hadn't seen Paul. Was Cathy really with Debbie? I got up and went back into the house. No one was in the kitchen. When I walked by the den the guys were still watching their porn movie.
I stepped into the den and glanced at the screen. They were still fucking but this time the gal was on top. "Well at least they've changed positions," I said, looking around the room as they sat drinking beer and staring at the screen. "She's riding him pretty hard. What is the expression? Oh yeah 'Ride a cowboy and rest a horse.' That's what they say."
Again the guys broke out in a large burst of laughter. It was funny, but not that funny. The same thing had happened almost an hour ago when Tom had said "It all depends on your perspective." What the hell was going on? I couldn't figure why these guys had been watching a third rate porn flick for an hour as though it were an Academy Award movie.
"You guys are something else," I said. "I hope your wives catch you watching this lousy film. You deserve to get caught." They laughed again. I was wasting my time.
I started to leave and suddenly I heard a familiar voice from the TV speaker.
"Oh my God! Play with my tits. I'm gonna come. Play with my tits. Oh! God I'm gonna come. Oh!" Then there was loud moaning and groaning.
I spun around and in vivid color on the big screen was Cathy facing the camera and humping violently on top of Paul as a violent orgasm racked her body. Her tits were bouncing as she pumped her ass. I could see her tremble and I knew from first hand experience what the contractions of her pussy were doing to Paul's cock. Then she collapsed on top of him gasping for breath, sweat dripping from her body. I watched, wordless, as they rested.
The room was completely silent, everyone staring at the screen.
Then I heard my wife's voice again. "I told you I always come faster when I'm on top. And it feels better that way too. Damn it, Paul, you fuck like a stud stallion."
It was not until later that I learned that our computer guru, Phil, had hacked into Paul's computer system months ago trying to check out his job security. He had discovered Paul's collection of videos of the girls he had fucked. He figured the camera was behind a mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed because of the camera angle and the way the girls primped themselves as they were getting dressed. Later at a party he had sneaked into to the guesthouse to confirm this. There was a huge library of videos, each lasting one or two hours. Paul had edited some of these long videos into what he labeled "Highlights", each about ten minutes long and containing the best sex scenes with each gal. Phil had downloaded these to his office computer. Phil had not told anyone about it until today.
I was as angry as I had ever been in my life. I was trembling with rage. I shouted "You guys have been sitting in here for an hour drinking beer and watching Paul fuck my wife?"
"It's better than watching the Colts and Vikings," said Tom and the guys burst out laughing.
"You bastards, why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Well she started off by sucking his cock and we thought you would not like to watch that with all of us here," said Tom. I had never liked Tom very much and now I liked him even less.
"God damn it! You bastards!"
"Dammit Joe, don't feel so bad," said Tom. "Phil showed us the highlights of Paul fucking Sherry and Lois. There were some very steamy scenes. Sherry is just like Cathy. She likes fuckin' better if she's on top. She told Paul the same thing Cathy did. She comes faster that way."
Charlie and Larry were both embarrassed and looked down at the floor.
That pissed me off even more. I leaned down in Tom's face and almost shouted, "What the hell are you going to do when Paul fucks Barbara? Watch him fuck her live or just wait for the highlight video?"
