A Vixen Is Born

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2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the author.

Warning

: If you don't like stories about wife sharing or swinging, you might as well move on, because that's all there is here. If you do like things like that, I hope you enjoy the tale I have spun. This is quite a long story, just so you know. Have fun.

A Vixen is Born Pt. 05

Chapter 22

John

Sunday was really hard. With only an hour of sleep, we could barely keep up with the kids. Denise called her mom to see if she could take them for the afternoon. She could and she would be happy to come and get them. We had them ready with a couple of their favorite toys. Kissed them goodbye and crawled into bed.

An hour later we were up again. The doorbell was chiming and one of us had to go answer it. I was elected president of the bed to it was up to me to go. I went down just in my boxers and t-shirt. I didn't care who it was, this is what they would see for waking me up. I flung the door open and who should be standing there but Susan and Mark. I sighed.

"Come in, come in, my friends," I told them.

"Did we interrupt anything, I mean something," Susan asked giggling.

"No, no, we were just trying to get some sleep," I told them walking to the bottom of the stairs. "Denise! Get your ass down here, we have company."

"Tell them to go away or come up and join us," I heard from upstairs.

"We'll join you," Susan said giggling. Mark smiled, then swatted his wife on the ass.

I heard Denise coming down the stairs. She was in her panties and a t-shirt. She took one look at who it was and closed her eyes.

"Shit. I thought we lost you somewhere in that big haunted house," she said giggling and finishing coming down the stairs.

"You two haven't been to sleep yet?" Susan asked.

"No, no, we got an hour of sleep this morning sometime. After John made me tell-all about the guys I cheated with on him," Denise said which surprised me.

"You cheated on John?" Susan said.

"Yeah, yeah, old news. Come on I need coffee," she said heading for the kitchen. I followed her and Susan and Mark followed me. "Here you make it," she told me handing me the coffee filters. I made the coffee while Denise, Susan, and Mark sat at the kitchen table.

"So, how many times did you cheat on him?" Susan asked Denise.

"Why did I open my big fat mouth," Denise said to no one.

"Come on, give," Susan scolded.

"Twice. Once ten years ago and once five years ago."

"Five years ago you were Michelle's patient?"

"Before that. It was just for a month when John was working these long hours."

"Holy crap," Susan said looking wide-eyed at Denise. "And you're okay with that?" she asked me.

"It was five years ago. She told me about it when I asked her. What's the big deal now."

"But she just told you last... this morning," Susan said.

"Mark, have you asked Susan if she has ever cheated on you?" I asked.

"No, I have no reason too."

"Gee, that's what I thought until I had fucked my wife's just fucked pussy with a load of someone else cum in it. I remembered that feeling from a long time ago. Has it ever felt familiar to you?" His eyes got big and Susan was staring at me like she wanted to kill me.

"As a matter of fact, I do remember that feeling. Susan?"

"What?" she asked back.

"Have you ever cheated on me?" Mark growled. He looked mad.

"Uh..."

"Denise said the exact same thing," I told Mark.

"Susan Marie?"

"Fine. If you really want to know. My last year of medical school with another student. You were working so much and I need to get fucked, not made love to, fucked. A classmate with a big cock made a pass at me, I scared the shit out of him when I pulled him into a storage closet and sucked his dick until it was hard. Then I bent over and let him fuck me, hard. He came in me before I could tell him not to. That night you were home before me for a change and wanted to fuck me. I had to let you."

"How many times?" Mark growled.

"It lasted for two months. Every Friday, so eight times. And of course, you were always home before me wanting to fuck."

"Any others. I remember sometime in your second year of residency..."

"You would. Yes. I did an attending."

"Why?"

"We had that big fight about money and you stormed out. I needed to go to work I called him to give me a ride. He fucked me in his car before and after our shift."

"Just like that, you fucked him?"

"Just like you fucked your secretary two years ago," Susan shouted at him.

"Holy shit, I didn't mean to cause a fight between you two," I said.

"You didn't. I'm not mad at him."

"I'm not mad at her. I knew about the first one, but not the second."

"I'm sorry. It just happened. He was good though."

Mark laughed. Susan laughed. I just frowned at them. Denise sat there drinking her coffee. Then she looked at me.

"Have you ever cheated on me?" Denise asked me.

"No. I have come close a few times. But walked away before anything happened. All three were sweet young ladies that would have done anything for me. Including throwing themselves at me."

"Who?" Denise asked calmly.

"You don't know any of them. It's when we lived in Atlanta. I don't even know why I thought about it."

"Who?" she asked again.

"Fine. Beverly, Jackie, and Brandy. They worked in the first place I went to work after school. They were all married and looking. At the time, I didn't know what an anklet meant. They each wore one from time to time. On those days they would dress sexy and flirt outrageously. They almost tripped me."

"You're right I don't know them.

Chapter 23

The coffee was ready. We all had a cup sitting in front of us. I looked at each person.

"So you didn't get much sleep either?" I asked.

"No, but more than you two," Mark said.

"Why are you here?" Denise asked.

"Oh! Yeah! George is out on bail."

"Who?"

"His father."

"I take it his father doesn't care what he's done?

"Nope."

"Did you tell Michelle?"

"She and her daughter are over at her parents' house. Her brother is there too. She told them what he did or tried to do to Denise. Her brother told her she could stay with him if she wanted. She told him no. She's on her way here. She wants to stay with you. George won't hurt her or their daughter and she feels if she is here, he won't hurt you guys either."

Just then the doorbell rang. Denise started to get up, but I shook my head at her. I got up and went to the door. I looked out the peephole. It was Michelle. I grabbed my robe off the coat rack and put it on and opened the door. Michelle smiled at me.

"I saw Susan's car out front, so I knew you were up," she said.

"Where's your daughter, I thought she was with you?" I asked.

"She was, but I left her with my mom and dad. George won't go there."

"Well come in my dear," I said holding the door open wide.

"Thank you," she said stepping in. As I closed the door, she kissed my cheek.

Then Denise was there, standing in front of her. They kissed. It was short as other people were present.

"Here, let me get that from you," I said grabbing the leather bag she had in her hand.

"All right, if you would show me where I'll be staying." She was assuming a lot, but I wasn't about to throw her out.

"Sure, follow me," I told her heading for the stairs.

She followed. Denise stood there watching her. Susan and Mark watched Denise. I took her up to the guest room. I put her bag on the bed.

"You can stay in here," I told her. "The closet is empty as is the dresser."

"Thank you. I'll join you guys when I have unpacked what little I have brought with me."

"Of course, see you downstairs." I turned and went back downstairs.

"So how long will you two be staying?" I heard Denise ask Susan and Mark.

"Not too long," Mark said.

"Only as long as you need us to be here," Susan said.

"So," I said. "who wants a drink?"

"I'll have a coffee," Denise said.

"Oh, me too," said Susan.

Denise made a full pot and we all sat around the kitchen table sipping our coffee. Not much was said. I then had a horrible thought. I got up and went up to our bedroom. I pulled out a small metal box. I spun the wheels and lined up the numbers. Opening it I pulled out my firearm. Well, there were two in there. One of them I stopped using a long time ago. I closed the box, spun the wheels at random and went back to the kitchen. As I sat down I placed my Colt 1911 .45 caliber automatic on the tabletop. Everyone just stared at it.

"John!" Denise said.

"What's that for John?" Mark asked.

"Holy shit!" Susan croaked.

"No!" Michelle growled.

"Well Mark, if George decides to come over with murder in his heart, I will be able to defend my wife and myself from him," I answered.

"Is that thing loaded?" Michelle asked.

"It's always loaded, but it's usually locked up in a metal box in the bedroom," Denise said.

"Do you know how to use it?" Susan asked Denise.

"I do. Do you?"

"I do. But a 45 is a little big for my tastes," Susan said. "I prefer a 9 millimeter."

"He has one of those too, but he doesn't fire it anymore. He says it a collector's item now."

"Really? What is it?" Susan asked me.

"Browning Highpower 9 mm 15 shot capacity."

"Oh very cool," Susan said smiling. "What's it worth?"

"Last offer I had was $150,000 US," I told her.

"Did you grab it? Wait, I guess not you still have it. Why so much?"

"The serial number is very low. Plus both the front and rear sights are adjustable. Both for windage and elevation."

"Very cool. I have a SIG 226 at home. Maybe I should start carrying it..."

"He won't be after you," Denise said. "Why is after me."

"I don't know, dear," Michelle whispered.

We sat around the kitchen table until it was dinnertime. Denise called her parents and asked them to take the kids for a few days. They gladly said yes. We ordered several pizzas for dinner. Susan, Michelle, and Mark stuck around. It was getting late. Denise excused herself and went up to bed. Mark then told me he and Susan would stay the night too. Michelle went up to her room. I pulled out the hide-a-bed got them pillows and blankets for them.

I went around the house, turning out lights and making sure windows and doors were locked. I then sat in a chair in the living room, in the dark. Mark got up and sat in the other chair. He nodded at me, I nodded at him. We both waited.

It was late. Real late. I heard a car go slowly down the street. It turned at the corner and sped away. Not ten minutes later, it slowly drove past the house again. This time it stopped. Mark started to get up. I held my hand up. He sat. I listened. I heard footsteps go past the side window behind me. I rose slowly, waving Mark back into his seat. I followed the footsteps to the dens sliding glass door. I saw a shadow trying to jimmy the lock on the door. I took a knee, watching.

The door slid open slowly and silently. The shadow slipped into the house. Then the interior motion sensors picked up the movement of the shadow and the lights came on. The eyes in the mask got really wide as he saw me pointing a gun at him. His hands shot up into the air. They were empty. I heard glass breaking in the dining room. Mark moved past me to take care of the shadow. I slowly went to the dining-room door. There was another shadow, brightly lit.

As he turned my way, he screamed and covered his eyes, turned and ran into the wall knocking himself out cold. I saw a third shadow turn and run away from the dining-room door. I started to give chase but thought better about it. Instead, I grabbed the collar of the idiot on the floor and dragged him out to the living room. Everyone was up. Mark had the ski mask off his charge. It was a buddy of Georges that went to jail with him. The guy I was dragging turned out to be his other buddy.

"George put you up to this again?" I asked the awake one.

He knelt mute.

"Okay, I hope you like jail, the police should be here any minute, silent alarm system with full video, night and day. Let's see, you out on bail for one felony and then commit another. That should be around twenty years or so."

"What?" he gasped.

"Twenty years. Behind bars. You ready to do that time for George?"

"Uh..."

"That's what I thought," I said.

"Wait... it was George that put us up to this."

"Why? Did he tell you why?"

"No. He just said he owed her for what she did to his brother."

"What brother?" Michelle asked.

"His brother died around ten years ago. He took his life after she," he pointed at Denise, "broke his heart."

Denise just stared at him. She hadn't a clue.

"Who? What was the name?" Denise asked.

"Carl, Carl Tomisino," the guy said.

Denise covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes were open wide in shock. Michelle was almost as shocked as Denise.

"Tomisino was their original last name. George shortened his last name to Tomlin and so did his old man, said he liked it better. Did you know George's brother? Oh my god!" Michelle cried.

"That was ten years ago. I was 18, he was 27 and married. He seduced me. I was uncomfortable having a relationship with him and broke it off. I had to quit my job and find a new one. Oh my god, John. This was before I even knew you. That's when I met an asshole."

There was a pounding on the door. "Police," someone shouted.

I went to the door and peeked out the peephole. It was a cop. I unlocked the door and opened it. He saw my weapon and froze.

"Put the gun down," he told me.

"No. This is my house and I have two intruders here for you." I slipped the gun into my waistband and let my hands fall to my side.

He looked at me. "Any other weapons in the house?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "All properly licensed and registered. Don't worry officer, I'm on your side. And we did have one intruder getaway. George Tomlin is his name."

The cops were there for about an hour and a half. By then the sun was coming up. Two days without sleep. I called in sick. Denise called in sick. Mark called in sick. Susan and Michelle went to work. Doctors through and through.

Chapter 24

Denise, Mark and I sat around the kitchen table. None of us was sleepy. We were all exhausted, but not sleepy. Coffee. It was the coffee that was keeping us awake.

"Tell me about Carl, Denny?" I asked my wife. She looked haggard, tired.

"Oh god, sweetheart. I thought he was the one until I found out he was married. Bastard. He broke my heart too. He was just a guy that I worked with. I was doing clerical work at this law firm up on 79th street after I graduated. He was a law clerk learning the ropes and going to school at night. He didn't even wear a wedding ring.

"One day we were the only ones in the office and we just started talking to each other. We talked for hours. Then we went our separate ways. Every Friday it was only us in the office. I answered phones and took messages. Carl did law stuff. After about a month of talking and teasing we finally had sex on the couch in the senior partner's office.

"He was so gentle that first time when I told him I was a virgin. By the time we finished, it was way past the time we usually left. There was no blood, he took so long to finally stretch me out. Of course the next time there was, but we were prepared at that time. I really liked the sex, he was a very good lover.

"I was slowly falling in love with him. Then one of the other girls in the office saw me kiss him in passing one day. She pulled me aside and told me about his wife. I blew up. I wanted to go out in the office and kick him in the balls, but Sherry talked to me and calmed me down. I tendered my resignation that Thursday and told Carl I didn't want to see him ever again."

"How the hell could George blame you for his brother's death. His brother was a philanderer," Mark said.

"Are you sure you did nothing else?" I asked.

"No. I never even knew his wife. And if I had known he was already married I wouldn't have let him have me. You know how I feel about..."

"I do dear. I do. I don't understand him either. But he's now the cops' problem," I said.

The alarm system started to beep. I looked over at the front door. Someone was peeking in the window next to the door. It was George. The door opened and he stepped in. He had a knife in his hand. I stood the Colt in my hand.

"George," I said pointing the gun at him.

He turned and looked at me. His eyes widened with fright. Then he saw Denise. He was charging us with the knife over his head. I pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the thigh. He hit the floor hard. The knife went skidding across the tile floor hitting the dishwasher. I now stood over George, I had the gun pointed at his face.

"Give me an excuse to blow your head off," I growled at him.

He put his hands up in front of his face and whimpered.

"John," Denise said.

I looked at her. I nodded and backed away from George.

"Get up, George. Slowly."

George slowly climbed to his feet. He was taller than me, but I outweighed him by about twenty pounds. Plus I had a gun.

"Over to the table. Take a seat," I told him.

Mark was standing on the other side of the table next to Denise. George took the seat Mark had been in. I took the seat I had been in. I kept the gun pointed at him. Mark took the fourth seat at the table.

"What's he doing here?" George asked. I shook my head.

"None of your business. Now George, tell me, why you blame Denise for your brother's death?" His eyes got wide.

"How?"

"It doesn't matter. Now start talking."

"If I do, will you let me go?"

"No, you're going to jail no matter what. If you talk or not."

"Fine." He hung his head for a few seconds. "Carl... Carl was devastated by Denise's rejection. He wasn't really in love with his wife. She had married him for my father's money, not love. He fell in love with Denise and when she left he just couldn't take the rejection."

"George... he was married. He didn't tell me any of that. He cheated on his wife. I have to assume I wasn't the first. He stole my virginity." Denise sat there looking at him. When George didn't say anything, she threw her hands up in exasperation. "George, I know you loved your brother, but now you're going to jail because he lied to me and to you."

George's eyes widened as he mulled over what Denise had said.

"Oh god, what have I done?" he asked.

"You ruined your life. You have lost your wife and daughter. You have hurt me and my family and our friends," Denise told him.

There was a knock at the front door. I got up to answer it grabbing my gun from the table. I could see it was the cops. I shoved the gun in my waistband and pulled the door open.

"He's at the table. I pointed at George. The cop nodded. His partner was right behind him. "Come in."

I backed away. The cops came, cuffed George and left. All within a half hour. After locking up I sat at the table again. Denise looked exhausted. I felt like she looked. Mark didn't look any better. I wondered how Susan and Michelle were doing.

"John, can Mark join us in bed? I want you both to hold me while we go to sleep. I don't want to fool around, I just want to feel safe and I would feel safe between you two if you will let him?" she asked.

"Sure honey. Sure," I told her."

All three of us went upstairs to bed. Denise stripped down as did Mark and I. Denise sighed as we sandwiched her between us. We were all drifting into the darkness of sleep within minutes of pulling the blankets up over our bodies.

- Vixen -

I dreamt I was watching Denise with two other men, who I didn't know. She was having orgasm after orgasm as they both fucked her body. One was in her beautiful pussy, the other in her cute asshole. She was in heaven as they both slid in and out of her hot body. I was just lying there stroking my cock watching. I heard a bell ringing. I looked around but could not determine the location of the bell.