A little after twelve noon on one bright sun shining Wednesday, thirty year old Matthew Thompson raised to his feet after giving the twenty year old woman a clitoria orgasm with his tongue and fingers. He grabbed her behind each knee, spread her legs wider and positioned her on the bed to accept his now pulsating cock. He had tried for more than a year to get into this tight little pussy. Knowing that his wife would not be back from her business trip until the following afternoon, he had brought the naive young woman into their master bedroom. As he had anticipated, it increased the intrigue, the excitement and especially the feeling of conquest. He planned to complete his seduction during their next session, in her bed.
Plunging his eight inch cock into her pussy, it only went in half way on the first stroke. It took another four strokes to get passed her cervix. She screamed, squealed, then moaned and began thrusting her hips up to meet his down stroke. "Yeah baby, I told you it would be good..." Matt said as he settled into long, slow but hard strokes that slapped up against her upper thighs and butt.
As Matt was working the young woman with his tongue and fingers, his wife Darcy was being dropped off by the attorney that she had accompanied on her trip. At twenty five years old, she was a certified legal secretary and had recently obtained her paralegal credentials. Working for a law firm in Sacramento that represented and lobbied for the State of California to the other ten western states, she was part of the advanced team that would prepare and file law suits and answers to suits in the other state capitals. They were returning from Salem, Oregon after filing an answer to a suit against the State of California that had gone to the Oregon State Supreme Court.
The lawyer, Colin Anderson, said as he lifted her luggage out of the trunk of his car, "You and I make a good team, Darcy. We have the whole thing ready for the courtroom guys in record time."
Darcy chuckled and said, "Yes we do, Colin. Remember when they gave us this assignment? They mentioned that we might be there into next week?"
"Ha, yeah. Well, I think we poked enough holes in the plaintiff's case so the trial guys will have this all over but the shoutin' in one or two hearings... But, I have that little feeling inside that tells me that the case will end up in Federal Court. I know that we all agreed that we would let the Oregon courts handle it. However, if they loose in their own Supreme Court, I just bet that they will take it to San Francisco and the Ninth Circuit... Here, let me help you with those bags."
Darcy picked up her luggage, "Thank you Colin, but I've got it. Yeah, you are mostly right on about that. Are you going into the office and write your report this afternoon?"
"Yeah, that's the plan."
"Okay good, leave it in my desk. I'll review it and get it into the computer for you first thing in the morning."
"Okay Darcy, thanks. I'll see you in the morning."
Matt had parked his car in the garage, so Darcy had no idea that he was in fact at home, in their bedroom, his cock stroking a twenty year old tight pussy. Entering through the front door, Darcy proceeded up the stairs toward their master bedroom. Walking down the hall approaching the bedroom's double doors, she heard the familiar squeak their bed during sex. Something Matt and Darcy had shared laughter over, many times. What bothered Darcy at that particular time was that the squeak did not include her. Bringing about the question - Who was having sex in her bed, at that time of day?
Taking two steps into the bedroom, Darcy's first thought was to scream something like, "What the hell are you two doing?!?" However, before she made a sound, she caught herself and stepped back into the hall. Now out of the room, she noticed that the female was going orgasmic and had her eyes closed. That the male had his head next to hers and in a raspy whisper said, "Damn you're tight. I'm cummming..." Drawing out her Iphone, Darcy opened it into the camera mode, then switched it to "video." She moved carefully into the room just close enough to identify the two people on the bed. The female was easy. Even with her eyes close, the girl in Darcy's Iphone screen was undoubtedly Denise Wilson. The wife for less than a year of Tom Wilson, the youth pastor of the Thompson's church. Then, the male turned his head away from the female and in a raspy voice, said, "Oh shit, there it goes, I'm going off..." The mirror on the dresser next to the bed revealed to Darcy that the male was indeed her husband, Matthew. Backing out of the room, still suppressing the strong urge to stomp back in and create a scene, she stood just outside the door and listened, thinking, "At least, the bastard is using a condom."
When Matt had almost recovered, still panting, he said, "Let's clean up and do it again... We'll use a couple different positions this time..."
Darcy heard Denise reply, "No Matt, I should get back to the church. I have a lot to do there, today."
"Ah come on Denise, you know you liked it. Come on, let's get cleaned up and then I'll show you a couple more positions that will really jack up you and your hubby's sex life." said the seductive Matt.
"Ohhh, alright. But, nobody's to know about this..." said the compliant, gullible Denise, trying to catch her breath.
"You got it babe, just you an' I will know it ever happened." Matt responded as he led Denise into the master bathroom.
Standing on the other side of the partially open bedroom door, Darcy crack a little smile, thinking, "You think so, do you now? Damn cheatin' bastard. Hope you think like that when you realize the cost of your little screwing around here. I'll just bet it is not the first time in our short three, almost four year marriage." When Darcy heard the shower start up, she knew that she had time to walk down the hall, retrieve the camcorder, set it up in the bedroom and pack a couple of more bags. A slender 5' 8", Darcy was tall for a Celtic woman. But, her long dark auburn colored hair, emerald green eyes and very fair complexion revealed her Irish heritage. Her mother was totally Celtic, with both her parents coming from the Cork area of Ireland. Her father's father was also born to Irish immigrant parents. So, it was all she could do to control that well known Irish temper. What she really wanted to do at that time was to go get a shot gun. Load a trap and skeet round to blow off Matt's cock and balls. Then a magnum round of double ought buck to blow off his head. "That son of a bitch." Then she stopped herself. "He is certainly not a son of a bitch," she said out loud to herself. Her mother-in-law was a neat person and straight up as she could be. "When she hears what he has done she's probably the one that will go get the shot gun and blow Matt's head off, herself. Consistently 25 out of 25 on the trap range, she would not have to get too close with double ought buck to take his head clean off.. But then again, that would get either of us in prison. He sure is not worth that.." Darcy thought as she dug out the camcorder.
With two more cases packed, Darcy stacked all her luggage in the entry closet, popped a can of soda and found a chair in the family room. A place out of sight of the stairs or door out to the garage. There she waited for the lovers to have their second go around and come rushing out. Him knowing he would be late getting back to work. Her knowing that she would be missed at the church. Darcy then casually walked up and into the bedroom and retrieved the camcorder. As she walked down the hall toward the study and their desk top computer, she reviewed what the camcorder lens had captured. She then sat down and made a couple of DVD's of her Iphone video and what was on the camcorder. It was all very graphic and identifying. As she arranged the files, she also called Larry Haggan. The attorney her employer kept on retainer to handle the divorces of the politicians and high level bureaucrats that made up the firm's clientele. "Hey Larry, I'm going ship you over a couple of very personal video files. Get back to me in an hour or so and tell me what you think."
"Darcy? I know you well enough to know that since you are calling me, it's got to be related to your marriage and some fairly heavy stuff. So, what am I going to be looking at?"
"Try my loving husband doing a woman, not me, in our bed..."
"Ah shit Darcy, why would he do something like that to you?"
"I haven't the slightest idea, Larry. I really thought that we had a more than adequate sex life. You know, two or three times a week and just the way he wanted it. Well anyway, I'm going to make a couple of DVD's. Then I'll delete the files off this computer. I'll take the camcorder and my Iphone, then check to that hotel a couple of blocks from my office. That should all take about an hour. Call me on my cell and tell me what I should do to get out of this marriage as easily and quickly as possible."
"Okay, ah Darcy? For what it is worth, I'm sorry..."
"Thanks, Larry. Talk to you in about an hour or so."
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Darcy tipped the busboy. Then after he had left the room, she called Colin. "Hey buddy..."
"Darcy!?! What's up?"
"Meet me in the dining room of that hotel about two blocks from our office for dinner and I'll tell you. How about 5:30 or 6?"
"Yeah OK Darcy, See ya there."
