"What are we doing here?" Joan asked.
"Breakfast?" I replied.
"You know what I mean. Look you're a nice guy Jim, and a really good lover, but I don't want to get mixed up in a messy divorce?" she said trying to be up front with me.
"Joan, I'm enjoying myself with you, and no I'm not going to let you get in the middle of what's going to go down, so why don't we just play it by ear for now? So what's your plans for today?" I asked.
Joan said she had a class at one, so I dropped her off at school and waited in my car for her to get out. I checked in with work to make sure everything was getting done and let my boss know I'd be in Tuesday bright and early. After class we went back to her place, to drop off the clothes. It wasn't a dump, but it wasn't anything to write home to mother about either. It was a small, one bedroom apartment, and the size of a large walk in closet.
"I know it's not much, but the rent is cheap and I can walk to whatever I need."
She hung up all her new clothes, and we rearranged her bed and dresser for the other two boxes of clothes that she couldn't hang up. It was a little tight, but we made everything fit. Looking at my watch it was now close to 5:00, so I asked if she had dinner plans.
"I work at the club Tuesday's, Thursday's and Friday nights, besides that I usually have no plans, she told me.
"No boyfriend?" I asked.
"I was dating a guy for a while, but he turned out to be a total control freak, and I dumped him, why do you ask?"
"Well I just don't want a jealous boyfriend coming in, while I make love to you on your bed," I said moving towards her.
"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you?" With that, I grabbed her, and pushed her back on the bed.
Within minutes, our clothes were somewhere on the floor and our lips and tongues were getting to know each other, again. Sometime you just need raw passionate sex to fill that burning need inside, and right now, I don't know which of us wanted it more; Joan or I.
Joan straddled my lap, facing me, so we could kiss and I could have full access to her breasts. She loved to have her nipples played with, and took great pleasure feeding them to my lips. "You can suck and play with them all you like, just no biting; they're too sensitive right now. They haven't seen this much attention in a very long time," she told me."
I could feel her pussy juices starting to flow, and drip down on my dick. Making a slight adjustment, I lifted her up and sat her down right on my dick. Her pussy fit my dick like a tight, silk, glove. Holding her tightly around her waist, I shoved it to the hilt on the first stroke. Joan gasped, and started smothering me with kisses. We were now moving in unison, and she was meeting me stroke for stroke.
"God this feels so good," she whispered in my ear. Wanting to pound her harder, I lifted her up and we changed positions. Bending her over the back of her chair, and spreading her legs wide, I moved in behind her. She was so hot, my dick slipped right in. Holding her hips I pounded away as she pushed back at me. I loved to pull my dick all the way out, and then drive it back in, it gave me such a rush.
In less than a minute I could feel Joan's pussy tighten, and I knew she was cumming. "Oh Yes," she screamed as I started to shoot into her. I don't know if was because I was making love to someone new, but I had the best climax I could remember having in a long time. It seemed to go on forever and when I was finished, we were both a sweaty mess.
"We've got to let my pussy rest for a little while," Joan said as she shifted around. "It hasn't seen this much action in years, and I don't thing I'll be able to walk, if we do it again."
We jumped into the shower, and then headed out to get something to eat. "What do you want to eat?" I asked her.
"Mexican is my favorite, and I know a little place about three blacks away if your game." It was a little hole in the wall but the food was good.
"All right, now that you've balled my brains out, I think you owe me your full story," Joan said sitting in a comfortable chair.
With that I gave her the short version. How I had a great life with Mary, and about Larry, and the stupid bet. How I caught the two of them, walking out of the motel room, and how that all brought me to her.
"I can't believe she was so stupid. You always end up making a mistake, and get caught; and for what, a roll in the sack. I hope Larry was worth it, because it looks like she just blew a great marriage. Any chance, you can forgive her?" Joan asked.
"I could forgive her, but I would never be able to forget. She screwed one of my friends, an asshole, but someone I knew. It would have been a lot easier, if she'd met someone in a bar, and had taken him to bed; at least I wouldn't have known him," I told her.
"You know, you kind of set her up by making that bet," Joan replied.
"I thought about that, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think she'd cheat on me. I know it was a stupid bet, but at least I know now, she can't be trusted when it really counts. Hell, I would have given Larry back the $500, after I'd let him stew for a few days, now I never want to see the bastard again," I shouted getting angry all over again.
"So now you're having sex with a stripper, you just met, while your wife wonders where you are tonight; does that about sum it up?" Joan asked.
With dinner done I asked if she had plans for the night.
"I'd love to spend the night with you again, but I've got a test to study for and I work tomorrow night," so reluctantly I drove her home. "Am I going to see you again?" Joan asked.
"I'll see you later tomorrow at the club, so we can go out afterwards." With that she gave me a wet kiss and walked to her apartment.
"What the hell was I doing anyway?" I thought as I drove away. Your starting something with a girl you just met, and you haven't even talked to Mary yet. I've got to get a handle on my emotions, before anything goes too far. As I pulled in the driveway, Mary was waiting for me; this was not going to be the high point of my day.
"My key won't work in the lock, and you cleaned out our bank accounts," she started in on me.
"I wasn't sure, if you and your lover Larry, weren't going to cleanout everything and head out for greener pastures," I replied opening up the door.
"We need to talk, can I come in?" Mary asked.
"You want a glass of wine, I'm going to have one," I replied.
"Sure why not," Mary replied taking off her jacket.
I was starting to get angry again. It was much easier dealing with Mary, when I didn't actually have to look at her, but with her in the kitchen I found myself both wanting and despising her all at the same time. Handing her the wine I asked why she was here.
"I live here," she replied.
"Not anymore, I use to have a wife who lived with me here, but not anymore," I said fully intending to hurt her.
With that she started to cry. "I'm so sorry, I never meant for it to happen and it was only one time," she told Jim.
"Bull shit I yelled," which took her by surprise. Not knowing any of the details, I played my bluff. "You've been cheating with Larry for a while, I know everything and how long; did you think it would go unnoticed?"
Mary looked shocked, "Alright it was more than once, but Larry said that he would tell you if I didn't go along with it after the first time," Mary said between her sobs.
Getting angrier by the minute, I said, "there shouldn't have even been a first time, I trusted you, and you betrayed my trust in you. I thought I knew you, I thought we had a pretty good life together, but you threw it all away for a roll in the hay with Larry; I hope you two will be happy together because you deserve each other," I spat at her.
I know you're mad, and have every right to throw me out, but I'm asking for another chance; no one knows about it but us," Mary said trying to reason with me.
"Sorry to bust your bubble sweet heart, but my sales manager saw you and Larry. And after what I did to his car, the story's probably all around town by now. I just really want to know why, because I can't for the life of me understand it Mary," I told her."
"Because of that stupid bet, Larry was all over me. He would call me at work, take me to lunch and when you weren't around, he'd brush up against me, by accident of course," she started to explain.
"I told you the night I made the bet, so it shouldn't have been too much of a shock," I shouted back at her.
"Well, the week before the bet was to end, the night you and your boss took that guy out, Luke called to tell me that since the bet was over, he'd take me to dinner so there wouldn't be any hard feelings," Mary said downing her drink.
"We were just having dinner and a lot of wine. When I told him, I'd had enough, the server came over and said management was giving us a bottle of red wine to try; something about testing it out before he purchased a case of it. By that time, I was hammered and had, more than enough. Larry asked if I wanted to dance, and I don't even remember answering him. The next thing I knew, we were stumbling around on the dance floor. His hands were all over me, by this time and I was so damn drunk, I couldn't stop him. After we sat down, I told Larry I was starting to feel sick and needed to go home. We left and drove somewhere. I don't have a clue where we ended up, but the next thing I remember, we'd stopped, and he was all over me."
"Honey, I was so damn drunk, I couldn't stop him. I know I asked him to stop, but he didn't. He was in me, pumping away, before I even knew it. The last thing I remember was him shooting inside of me. After that, I got sick and threw up in his car. I guess that made him stop."
As he pulled up his pants, all he said is that "I guess I won the bet."
I felt, and looked like shit, so I just begged him to take me home; I didn't care about the stupid bet. I took threw up again, and finally took a shower and went to bed. When you got home, I felt you slide into bed beside me, and prayed you'd let me sleep. The next day I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid. I just didn't know how you'd react. Jim, he got me drunk and basically raped me," she said starting to cry again.
