Who Was That Guy?

This is a fictitious story, and all fictitious sexual activity is between consenting fictitious adults.

"Je serial impitoyable" ... "I shall be pitiless" Adolph Thiers.

Beth Aldridge had no idea why she was bearing her soul to a man she was certain she had never met. Maybe it was his deep blue eyes that looked so caring. Perhaps the few flecks of grey hair made her think of him as wise. Or maybe it was simply that she was quite certain she would never see him again.

Honestly, she couldn't recall the beginning of the conversation, but here she was, a thirty-one-year-old happily married for six years wife telling some stranger her deepest, darkest secrets.

"I cheat on my husband," she said barely above a whisper.

This drew a quizzical smirk from her new friend, maybe even a knowing glance that meant, "I don't believe you, but I'll play along."

"Oh really," he replied out loud, "Do tell Mrs. Aldridge."

"Well, it's not often and only with the same couple of men, I mean I'm not a slut who fucks around with just anybody."

"Hmmm, tell me more. Is this because your husband is wimp who gets off on your disrespect and humiliation?"

"No, never not at all. Mike is all man. He's strong and accomplished. He'd never stand for it if he knew what was happening."

"Perhaps he neglects you or even worse abuses you in some way?"

"No, no, no, nothing like that. He's a loving and kind husband. We enjoy intimacy, both emotional and physical all the time." She giggled at herself as she thought about sharing even the smallest portion of her married sex life with a stranger.

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, since you brought it up, why would you cheat on a man who seems to love, support and provide for you so well?"

"No, I don't mind since you are a total stranger and I'll never see you again. I need to cut loose every once and a while. I teach high school English composition and I'm well respected by my peers, students, and the community in general. Every so often, I need to be a bad girl. I need a man to take me and use me as his fuck toy. I don't want hugging, or cuddling, or pillow talk. I want to be plowed and used like a common whore."

Suppressing a smile, the stranger continued to pry. "Why not just tell hubby what you need. If he's the man, you describe I'm sure he'd be happy to play with you when you have a fantasy."

"Oh my, I could never," Beth replied, even blushing a bit. "Mike is the best ever. I can't wait to start having kids with him. I think we're going to begin trying right after Christmas. He's my knight in shining armor, he'll be the father of my children and the person I respect more than anything. I could never ask him to bend me over and make me his bitch."

"So," the stranger began leaning in a bit further and lowering his voice, "Who are the lucky men who get to use you like a whore when you get these urges."

"Dr. Davidson and Coach Glenn. Dr. Davidson is the principal at my school and Coach Glenn is the head football coach. I was only doing coach, but Dr. Davidson caught us and the price for his silence was a piece of the action. A piece of my mouth, ass, tits, and pussy." Again, she blushed wondering how she could say such things so flippantly to this heretofore unfamiliar man.

For the first time the man appeared slightly troubled. A look crossed his face that was a combination of surprise, angst, and perhaps even sorrow.

"Well, it has been quite interesting and enlightening talking with you Mrs. Aldridge. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime and we can continue our chat." The man rose from his chair and made his way to the door.

"Uh, OK sure. See you around. Hey by the way, what is your name?" She never got an answer. He was gone. "My that was odd," Beth thought to herself. She then picked up her phone and hit the button she thought was speed dial for her mom. She got her sister-in-law in Poughkeepsie.

Three weeks later, Mike Aldridge was sitting in the back of O'Malley's Pub in the center of Sterling, Virginia about twenty minutes from his home in Reston. It was close enough to not arouse the suspicions of his invited guests, but far enough away that it would be highly unlikely to run into any family or friends.

Seated across from him looking nervous were Dr. Ed Davidson and Coach Philip Glenn.

Mike Aldridge was a rising star in the DC world of influence. He was Princeton educated with deep Virginia roots dating back to the early 1700's. He was a junior partner at Lee, Hamilton & Fox, a prestigious lobbying firm that was known for getting results from both side of the isle. Rumor had it he was a shoo-in for full partner within three years. That would make him the youngest full partner in the history of L, H & F.

Mike was also a huge supporter of the high school where his wife Beth worked. He helped get at-risk kids into tutoring, raised money for the sports and theater programs and in general, supported the school in any way he could. Therefore, it wasn't a crazy notion to either Davidson or Glenn that Mike wanted to chat. It was the fact that he wanted to meet with just the two of them alone. While slightly anxious, they thought perhaps he was flying out of Dulles later and this made for a convenient spot to connect.

However, they were about to learn the true nature of the topic and it had nothing to do with proximity to the airport.

Although nervous, Davidson and Glenn had plopped down in the booth with Mike. They greeted him cordially but noticed he didn't stand to shake their hands.

"Have a seat gentlemen" he offered waving the server over. "What are you drinking? It's on me."

Davidson ordered a Coors Light while Glenn asked for a Michelob Ultra.

While they waited, Mike decided to introduce the topic of conversation by sliding his cell phone to the middle of the table. "Watch this," he said. "It is a shortened recording of a longer one that runs about an hour. This is only 90 seconds."

The first part of the clip began with a shot of Beth Eldridge on her knees in Davidson's office. He held the back of her head and she worked hard on his engorged 6-inch cock. The sound was low, but the dialogue (and other noises) were discernable.

"Oh yeah, Beth suck on that big cock like the slut you are! You love it don't you bitch?"

"Uh huh... mmmmm" Beth replied in the affirmative while never losing contact with the principal's pole. As the shot scanned back the clock could be seen on the wall. It read 6:30 PM.

"Shit" was all Davidson whispered in a shocked voice.

The scene was cut, and the next angle was Beth bent over her principal's desk. Her skirt well up over her hips, blouse and bra discarded on the floor. Where her panties were, was anybody's guess.

"Yessss" she hissed, "Fuck me you bastard! Fuck my married pussy, you know you own it. Oh, fuck yesssss, right thereeeeee!" She cried out as she thrashed around in what was clearly an intense orgasm.

As Ed Davidson fucks Beth on the small screen Glenn was already sweating. He knew what was coming next. The scene was his office. It was dimly lit; obviously late at night. From the view on the screen, he knew it was a Friday night about three weeks ago after a huge win against a cross-town rival. He remembered Beth had sent Mike home after the game, claiming it was her turn for clean-up duty. This shot was even more damming.

Beth was on her back on the coach's desk. Her legs were slung over his shoulders and her bright red panties flipped around over her right ankle. Her jeans, hoodie and bra were gone and the only other clothing she had on were her white tennis shoes. The coach was as naked as the day he was born.

The recording continued. "Fuck yes, fuck me with your big fat cock! Oh my, you're so fucking big. Ohhhhh you're so deep, yes right there fuck meeeeee!"

"Take my cock you fucking slut," coach moaned as he tried to pound her into the desk. She was bucking wildly back at him. "I fuck you better than your sissy Mike don't I" the coach huffed continuing to slam into her.

"Fuck yes, you fuck my married pussy so good. So much deeper, so much better than my loser husband, don't stop!"

The clip ran for another fifteen seconds, long enough to see Mike's whore wife Beth be filled with coach Glenn's cum as she climaxed with a shriek. He wasn't wearing a condom. Neither had.

Mike cut it off and the server brought the beers.

"Mike listen..." Glenn began.

"Shut the fuck up you piece of garbage. And you" Mike growled pointing his finger in the principal's face doing everything he could to remain calm, "don't you say a fucking word either."

Aldridge continued, "What did I ever do to either of you to be treated with such disrespect? Clearly, my wife is a slut, but neither of you had to agree to her betrayal. You could have walked away. I wouldn't expect you to call me or warn me, that would be presumptuous. But that's a far cry from fucking my wife and belittling me in the process."

Neither man could make eye contact. Mike continued.

"I have no doubts from what I've learned that she fucked you first coach. That's bad enough, but you Ed, forcing her to fuck you for your silence is beyond contemptable. It turns out my loving faithful wife is neither loving, nor faithful. I'll deal with her in my own time and way, but right now I'm taking care of business with the two of you."

Both men now looked startled. Each were very public figures with well-paying respected jobs. Both were in their early forties, in the middle of their careers. Each was also married, Glenn with two kids, one a senior and the other a freshman at the high school. Davidson's three were younger, the oldest going into middle school. The stakes couldn't be higher as both realized the man across the table held all the cards.

"Don't think for a second I'm going to take pity on either of you. I'm here to tell you what is going to happen. At least I'm giving you fair warning about the troubles ahead, something neither of you even considered for me."

"Davidson, you first. You're out of education for good. I don't give a rat's ass what you do or where you go, but you're resigning, effective the end of the semester. That gives you six weeks to figure your shit out. I had about two minutes before my world came crashing down, so don't even think of telling me I'm being arbitrary or unfair. By next Monday I want to hear about your resignation from everyone in the school district. I want my phone blowing up with texts, 'did you hear about principal Davidson?'"

"On top of that, your lovely wife Cheryl is going to find out what a piece of shit she married. By the time you get home she will have received a package with irrefutable evidence of you fucking Beth in your office, on your couch, and over your desk. I bet you've fucked Cheryl there before since most couples play those kinds of kinky games now and then. Enjoy explaining to her how she wasn't enough, and you needed to go looking for extra curricular tail."

"Mike please," the now tearful Davidson tried to interject.

"I told you to shut the fuck up," Mike hissed. "You didn't care about me, so I'm only treating you with the same friendship you showed me." Ed just hung his head.

At this point Glenn saw the handwriting on the wall. "Don't try to pull that shit with me Aldridge, I'll fucking kill you! Don't even think of fucking with me or my family."

Mike paused for a moment trying not to laugh or explode in rage.

"Coach, I know you were a big stud NCAA football player back in the day and think you're still one tough mother fucker. But those days are long gone and if you want, let's go out into the parking lot right now, take off our jackets and go at it. I promise you I'll kick the ever-loving shit out of you and then drag you home and dump you on the doorstep so your wife can get in a few licks and your kids can see their big tough daddy coach beaten to a pulp. Truth be told I'd like nothing more than for you to try me."

Something in Mikes voice and look caused Phil Glenn to pause. Mike went on.

"Same goes for you coach. You're out. However, you're out now. You're going to give this piece of shit your resignation letter over the weekend. I know your team is stacked this fall and I'm not giving you the chance to win a regional or state title and go out on top. I don't care what the fuck kind of excuse you make up, but you leave the school now!"

"Just to be clear, if either of you don't do as I say, everyone; school board, faculty, extended family and as many people in the community I know will have these videos before you can blink. I have two very tech savvy friends who owe me favors working on the distribution lists even as we speak."

Furthermore, if anything should befall me in the next several years, I've left very specific instructions to bring more shit in your lives than you can imagine."

"Just to prove I'm not bluffing, listen to this. He then held up his phone and the three heard coach Glenn's words. "Don't try to pull that shit with me Aldridge, I'll fucking kill you!" Glenn's jaw dropped open.

"You two fuckers are dumber than rocks. How the hell did you get this far in life being complete morons. Do you think I'd walk in here unprepared? Did you assume if you threatened me, I'd just roll over and become some sissy wimp cuck?"

By the way, just to add a little icing on the cake Davidson, I have you on tape fucking Mrs. Michaels from the science department and you Glenn rolling around with Tina McVey, who just graduated last year. Ed, do you know Bob Michaels? Sergeant Major Bob Michaels, First RECON Battalion, First Marine Division? I promise you he won't be as nice as me."

Turning back to Glenn, "And you dumb fuck, I'm sure Senator McVey from the great state of New York knows lots of folks that would help him take care of some sick pervert who seduced and deflowered his sweet little girl."

Mike Aldridge rose from his seat and threw two twenties on the table. "Any questions gentlemen?" He was met with nothing but silence. "Good. Enjoy your beers, they're on me." He turned and left.

Ten minutes later as the two men stumbled out of O'Malley's each of their wives received a Fed Ex package. The comfortable lives they both knew and enjoyed came to a screeching halt.

On his way home he dialed one more number. When it was answered, he offered one word and hung up. "Go." In the next twenty-four hours the Sergeant Major was going to learn of his wife's betrayal. Mike had done a bit of background on him. Kid from the wrong side of town worked his ass off, made something of his life and was an honorable man. He served with distinction. He deserved the truth. Aldridge was thankful the marine's kids were grown and out of the house. It was small consolation, but it was something. He felt no compunction to contact the senator. He probably already knew his little girl was not a princes clothed in white.

Now for his wife...

Beth Aldridge was at home relaxing with a glass of wine after a long week of school. Mid October was always a tough time. The newness of the year had worn off and Christmas break was still two months out. She was looking forward to a weekend with her husband doing some yard work, visiting the farmer's market, and maybe getting started a little early on expanding their family. That brought a smile to her face.

Beth truly believed she loved Mike. They'd met on a blind date seven years ago and she was immediately smitten. Tall with a rugged build and a caring heart, she knew he was a quality guy. He'd waited all of fifteen minutes after their first date to call her and ask her for a second. At first, she thought she'd let him stew and not answer, but the thought he might not call back struck a sudden fear in her that surprised her. She picked up on the third ring.

They dated casually for about a month, then became exclusive. Mike didn't try to fuck her right away. She realized fidelity and respect were important to him. Their first kiss was tentative because Mike didn't want to assume. "For a brilliant guy, he sure is bad at picking up on signs," Beth thought before launching herself into his arms.

Five months later word on the street was Mike had a ring. Beth had her spies and was trying to hide her excitement but when Mike took her to Fiola, one of DC's five-star restaurants she could hardly contain her excitement. On one knee just after desert Mike asked Beth to be his wife. The entire crowd must have been clued in because they all rose and drank a toast to marriage, happiness, and long life.

Beth always smiled when she thought of that night. Mike wanted to wait to make love to Beth until the honeymoon, not because he was some uptight celibate guy, but because he wanted Beth to know she was more than special. She was the only woman he would ever love. Their sexual relationship was simply an extension of his deep commitment to her. He'd slept with a handful of women along the way, but he was now for her alone and thought waiting until the nuptials would be the right thing to do. He was that kind of guy.

Beth on the other hand was so smitten she was ready to seal the deal and give herself completely to her fiancée'. She didn't push it since the engagement would be short by Virginia standards, only three months. However, one night when Mike stopped by her apartment picking up the wedding invitations to run to the post office Beth had a plan.

She answered the door wearing one of his nice dress shirts, but she'd spilled some wine on it. She could tell by the look on his face he was upset but he was going to be kind to his love.

"Mike I'm so sorry," Beth said, biting her lower lip as she flopped down on the couch giving him a VERY GOOD preview of what was about to be his. "I'm such a klutz. I was finishing up the invitations when it happened. I know you told me to be careful and not eat or drink anything near the stationary, but I was a bad girl and didn't listen. I wanted some wine, so I had some. I figured you'd never know and anyway I'm a big girl, I can do what I want."

Mike's eyes began to flame with desire and anger, but her remained silent with his arms folded just looking down at her.

"Mike" Beth purred, "I'm such a bad girl, I need to be taught a lesson. Will you teach me Mike? Will you show your fiancée' what happens to bad, bad naughty girls when they disobey?"

Beth was now on her hands and knees on the couch, face down ass up. Before he realized it, he had her over his lap spanking her lovely tight ass as his cock was about to explode in his slacks. For her part, Beth was soaking wet and when Mike stopped spanking and started stroking her clit, she had the most intense orgasm of her life.

It was clear Beth won; Mike lost... five minutes later they were in her bed ravaging one another. They didn't come up for air for almost two hours.

Mike learned a valuable lesson that night. His soon to be wife could seduce him when she had a mind to. He promised himself never to have a serious conversation with her unless she was fully dressed and beyond arm's length!

A month before the wedding the prenup was signed. Mike was crystal clear where he stood on fidelity and commitment. There would be no reward for cheating. If either party betrayed the other, they would leave the marriage with very, very little. Mike came from wealth, Beth not as much, but Mike insisted he be held to the same standard as his bride.

The wedding bells chimed, their honeymoon in France was magical and the first six years of their marriage was better than most. They had a spat from time to time, but mainly Mike was busy showing Beth how much he cherished her, and Beth was busy making sure her man knew she adored and respected him.

As Beth sat on the couch thinking of this, her guilt began to eat away at her. What was it that made her fuck two men who cared nothing for her other than as a casual co-worker? Why would she let these men take her so roughly and use her as their personal fuck toy? And why married men with wives and kids?