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I often ignore the land line phone in the early evenings as it is usually a salesperson. For some reason I grabbed the phone and heard a familiar voice on the other end. "Hi, it's Sharon."
I hadn't heard her voice in nearly two years and it took me a few seconds to realize who was calling. My mind quickly flashed back to pleasant memories of Sharon. Of all the woman I had ever been with, having Sharon's beautiful body while her husband watched is the hottest sex I had ever had. Her hot body, naive innocence, and unconditional willingness to please made her unforgettable.
"Can I help you?" "How are you and Joel?" I asked.
"I need a favor." Sharon responded in her coy enticing voice.
"I assumed that Joel had either gotten over his fascination with seeing you have sex with other men or recruited some local help?" I responded.
"No, it's not that. I want you to help a friend." Sharon said.
"A friend? Why do you want me to help your friend?" I inquired.
For the next 30 minutes Sharon detailed how a colleague of hers had caught her husband half drunk and cheating with a woman from his office and how she had kicked him out. The woman, Ellen, was torn between filing for divorce or accepting his pleas for forgiveness. She couldn't just let it go and was afraid that if she just reconciled it would happen again. Sharon had nonchalantly suggested she get even with him as a warning that if it ever happened again she would be gone. That's where my name had come up. Sharon said she knew the perfect guy, attractive, from out of town, safe, and good in bed. She told Ellen she would see if I was interested in being her revenge fling.
I told Sharon I wasn't interested in being caught doing the nasty with Ellen and that they shouldn't have any trouble finding some guy locally who wanted to accept that job. Sharon assured me I was the perfect person and that it would be well worth my trip to Atlanta. I reiterated my insistence that I would not be willing to be "caught" with a woman cheating on her husband without his concurrence -- it was too dangerous. Sharon countered with a description of Ellen. She was 28, married 4 years, a long-haired dishwater blond with a nice shape. Girl next door look with a warm smile -- an innocent naΓ―ve wife who could use some experience and self confidence. "And," Sharon emphasized, "Nice firm 36C boobs and firm heart shaped ass that I know you would love."
As enticing as it sounded, I remained firm on my unwillingness to be caught. Joel picked up the phone and reiterated how attractive Ellen was and encouraged me to visit Atlanta. After some more encouragement I held firm about not being caught and wished them well and headed off to diner.
I couldn't get the image of Sharon out of my mind all evening after hearing her voice. At about 11:00 I got another call from Sharon. She had been talking with Ellen. They wanted to implement their plan no later than the weekend so they could see how Jim, Ellen's husband reacted and see if the marriage was salvageable. They had a new proposal. Sharon would take Photos. Ellen would give them to Jim with a warning that she too could fool around and if his infidelity ever happened again she would be gone.