Irreconcilable differences," he said, pursing his lips. "It's either because the person seeing me has fallen in love with someone else or his wife has and he can't prove it. The shell-shocked look about you tells me that it isn't you running around, which means it's your wife and you can't prove it. So ... who do you think she's cheating with?"'Tell him!' something inside of me screamed. 'Tell him all the sordid details!' I actually opened my mouth before closing it. Even in a hallucination I couldn't bring myself to say those words, though."It's just ... irreconcilable differences," I said quietly, closing my eyes briefly."Relative, then?" he said, his voice damnably smug."Wha-What?" I sputtered again."Son, I've seen it all," he said quietly. "I've sat in this chair a long time and I've become pretty good at reading people. I can tell you're hurting. From what I know of you, what Rory tells me, you're not a man to make an unsubstantiated claim against someone – not even your wif
I choked up before I could respond. I'd been keeping my emotions down deep in my stomach, holding them hostage there. As I strove to answer his question, though, I found myself unable to hold them any longer."Two reasons," I said quietly. Oh god, this wasn't a nightmare, was it? This was really happening, wasn't it? "First, I just ... just want this to go away. Quickly. I need it to ... I need it to be over as fast as possible ... I can ... I can't...""No matter what you do, this ain't gonna be over quickly for you, son," Owen interrupted me. His voice was quiet, sad. I shouldn't be able to hear that sadness in a bad dream, should I? "What's the second reason?""Because I love her," I responded simply and quietly, unable to hold the tears from rolling down my face. This one was easier. "I can't help it. I still love her."The older man shook his head. "Son, have you thought about counseling? I mean, cheating is a hard thing to get over but some people can do that.""Not me," I said,
The rage of being there for her over and over and over again only to find she'd never really been there for me. I couldn't deny it any longer. This was real. She'd fucked me over and nothing she or I would ever be able to say could change that.The sky through the taxi window was blurry but whether it was due to the rain or my tears was anyone's guess. I had made a life for Amber. I had given my life for her. She was my life. We'd had it all: money, friends, a wonderful child. How the hell could she do this?I'd fucking had so many opportunities to get some anonymous woman in bed. Waitresses, business associates, interns and employees for the companies I'd contracted out to. Hell, even some of my own employees made it pretty clear that they were available; my admin, Jeanie, for example, with her red hair down to the crack of her ass and those emerald green eyes that looked so innocent and yet so damn naughty. You can't tell me that bending over the desk to point out contract details w
"Hi, I'd like to speak with Johnny Diamond," I said into the phone. I'd paused just inside my office building."I'm sorry, sir, but he's out," the soft voice replied. "May I ask what this is about?""Yeah," I said, my voice almost a snarl. "I need to hire him.""Oh, well..." I heard paper shuffling as her voice trailed off. "I have an appointment for tomorrow morning at 8am. I won't have anything after that until next week, next Wednesday at 10am.""Tomorrow morning is fine," I replied. "I'll see him tomorrow at 8.""WAIT! Sir!" she called as I moved to turn the cell phone off."Yes?""Who can I tell him the appointment is for?" she asked in relief."Davison," I replied after a moment's thought. Johnny and I had shared a room at the Davison halfway house. "Just put down Mr. Davison."I used the back door to get in; the back door opened on some stairs and my office was on the 8th floor just off those stairs. I wasn't up to seeing too many people right now. I wasn't sure I could be civi
She smiled when my dick popped out, as I eased my underwear down my legs. In spite of myself, I was hard as a rock. Maddie was a very attractive young lady."Wow," she said with a gasp, the smile never leaving her face. "Amber's told me stories about it but it's even more beautiful than she said. I never believed her when she claimed it was over 9 inches ... but she wasn't lying, was she? And thick ... she never mentioned how thick it is..."I watched her as she licked her lips, staring at my turgid length. I stepped up to her, grabbing her around the arms and turned her, bending her face down on my desk. She moaned as she pushed her ass out at me, wiggling it against me to draw my attention to it."Yeah, baby," she moaned, her ass wiggling, wiggling. "Take me like a dog. Fuck me over your desk. Oh, baby ... spank my ass then shove that big, thick cock up my cunt."I bent over her, nestling my dick into the crack of her ass. My feet were moving, sliding, as my dick moved up and down h
I have to admit, that had hit me right in the gut. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that ... I mean it wasn't Mikey's fault who his parents were, right? Suffer not the children and all that. I guess it was just too hard to let go of nearly four years with the little boy. Somewhere, on some deep level, I still had to admit that I loved the kid. That I missed him, even. Or maybe I just missed the idea that I had my own family. I couldn't be sure.It's what had finally decided things for me, though. It was the pebble too many; the fucking straw that had broken the camel's back. I was ranting and raving before, angry, upset, hating the world. Possibly, though, maybe even probably, I would have eventually calmed down. I would have eventually found it within myself to let go and forget Amber and Dave. Finding out that the little boy, my little son, wasn't my little son ... well, that had focused me. My anger had turned to rage and then beyond, way into something I'm not sure even had a
I'd been waiting three months, I didn't want to have to wait for those lazy bums to get off their fat asses and get around to opening my care packages.In part three, I had Diamond's telephone crew calling both Dave and Maddy's work, asking to speak to them, asking for quotes ... the whole nine yards. Hey, I think it is my civic duty to make sure that everyone close to those three know all about their perverted life-style. I'm performing community service. Really.Okay, so I don't fucking care about community service ... but it sounds so much better than revenge, doesn't it?Of course, I had a few contingency plans but I didn't want to do anything else until I could see how this phase turned out. I wanted them ruined, imprisoned, with their family turning their backs on them. I wanted them cold and alone, just like I was. I wanted them to know what true pain felt like, what it was like to have someone twisting a knife in your back.Of course, they'd know who'd ruined their lives. That
"I wouldn't be very good company," I explained, backing up a step. "I'm not ... it's been...""I know," she interrupted. "That's exactly WHY you need to do this. You need a family right now, Marc ... and mine is offering. They know you just got a divorce so they won't bring it up; as a matter of fact, if you just want to keep to yourself, that'll be fine for them. You need to see how a true, loving family works, boss.""That's another reason," I said as I jumped on her last words. The truth was that she was saying just the right things to me. I hated being alone. Oh, I was used to it ... but I hated it. Amber and Mikey ... when I'd thought of them as my family ... had been my "crowning jewels". They'd been everything to me; I'd been without a real family for so long that I yearned for it. "I'm your boss. You're my employee. I don't think it's appropriate..."I never got to finish the thought. She turned, grabbed a folded paper from her desk and thrust it at me."What's this?" I asked
How to re-assure him, though? How could I possibly explain why I'd done what I'd done? How could I show him that I didn't care who Jean slept with – not NOW, at any rate – what I cared about was honesty? What I needed was the truth; not to have my eyes blinded by what I wanted to be but opened to what truly was. How could I explain that the pain and rage I felt wasn't directed at my wife's relationship with her brother but rather that she'd kept it from me, never giving me a chance to form an opinion of it? How could I let him know that the deepest cut of all was that I'd been lured into believing I was finally part of a family, something I desperately wanted with every fiber of my being, only to have it ripped from me in single moment?The bailer was loud, but I was louder. I'm not a person who opens up; I don't share what's inside. Oh, I'll share my life, things that happened, but not how I feel – at least, not easily. Amber had been there, at one time. I'd trusted her enough to let
Because of this," she replied. "Because of how you're feeling right now. Because you can hate yourself for what you did to Michael."Hate myself? I realized she was right. I did hate myself. I should never have involved Michael in this plot. I should have found a way to keep him away from all this. Instead, I'd thrust him into my scheme as just another pawn on my path to revenge.Amber? She deserved everything I could dish out, the cunt. Dave? He deserved everything I could throw at him. Maddy? She wasn't as culpable, but there was enough blame to throw around; she knew about the two of them and let it continue. My soul cankered with the need to lash out at them.Michael? Not so much. He'd done nothing to elicit my wrath except ... be my son. Fall asleep lying on top of me, his little head on my chest, his arms around me, hugging me even in his sleep. Play blocks with me, toss the ball with me, swing on a swing as I pushed him, smile and laugh as I tickled him. No matter that it wasn'
I was still elated as I turned onto Jean's street. I was still looking forward to my revenge, still smiling at the shit that was coming for Amber and Dave. The smile, though, was tempered. I would enjoy this moment, this day. I would enjoy Amber and Dave's coming pain. I would keep true to myself during that enjoyment, though. I would not fall off the edge.I could just make out a figure on the porch as the house came clearer into view. Jean was waiting for me, huddled within the terry cloth of her robe."You'd better come inside," she said quietly as I stood panting before the stairs. There was a seriousness to her words, an intensity that was both strange and familiar. I'd seen Jean like this once before when we'd lost a contract I'd worked hard on."What's up?" I asked, gasping for breath."Just ... come in," she said simply and walked into the house.They were all waiting for me in the living room, the television on, some female reporter blathering on about something. I joined the
Finally, what had started in shocked dismay and gradually changed to disbelief and then rage would at long last be revenged. I tried to force my mind to keep that same distance as when I always ran, to let it float outside of me and think what it wished, but the expectation of what was to come kept intruding and ultimately was too much.The anticipation was like a bubble inside of me trying to rise out. Even as my feet ate up chunks of packed dirt, I was eager to get this behind me. I was eager for the day to commence, to finally see what I had worked for these past few months. I wanted nothing more than to jump into the air and fling myself forward in time to the point where I could finally feel the satisfaction of knowing my plot had worked.I knew I had to wait ... but waiting was killing me. I knew that it was going to be hours before I'd know anything, hours before Amber and her family discovered the things I'd done. I almost laughed at the thought; they'd gone to bed the night b
Don't worry, I'm not going to come between you and Jeanie," she said as we pulled up to the high school. "Just if she's stupid enough to break up with you ... I'm going to be after you. So, keep that in mind." She opened her door and started to close it, then stopped."Did she tell you about the pact?" she smiled at me."Uh ... yeah ... I don't think..." I tried to collect my thoughts into some semblance of order."I thought she would," Olivia smiled impishly. "If it helps, I would definitely put you through to the second round." Then she turned and closed the door and I couldn't help but notice the little wiggle she put into her walk as she walked away.I was still more than a little dazed as I walked in the door. Strangely, I couldn't remember actually driving back and I wondered how I'd gotten here. I turned as I walked in and Jeanie was looking at me strangely."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice betraying her concern. "You look like you've just seen a ghost.""I ... you ... Oliv
We sat there for a while. Five minutes. Ten. I wasn't sure. We sat quietly and I wondered what was going through her mind. Finally, she turned to me."I'd like that, then," she said finally, smiling at me. "The date. I'd like ... do you ... do you think we could go out Wednesday? I want to spend time catching up with my family tonight ... I'm sure they'll drag you into some kind of game night, it's what we do when we're all together, play silly little board games. Tomorrow and Wednesday, I'll be helping my mom bake cookies and bread and pies and cakes and who knows what else for the feast on Thursday ... so I'll be ready for a reprieve Wednesday night ... and we should be pretty done with the baking and stuff then. So ... would Wednesday be okay?""Yeah," I said, smiling at her. I pulled her into a one armed hug. "Wednesday sounds great.""Easy mister," she said, laughing wryly as she pulled away. "Just because we're going on a date doesn't mean you get to be fresh with me." She smile
"I have doubts," I said softly. "Fears. I worry that I'm setting myself up for failure. I worry that this is wrong; that there's no future here. I think, though, that I'll regret it if I don't take a chance. I think you're worth that chance.""I also think you're right," I continued, biting my bottom lip as I searched for what I wanted to say. "I think the pact was just a childish thing – I don't think it can work in the real world. Even if you could over-come the jealousy, I think there'd be so many obstacles and so many people willing to jump on something like that, who would have a vested interest in breaking something like that, that it could never work. Even if you could make it work ... I'm not the right man for that. I'm ... I couldn't ... I don't think I could do something like that. I don't think I'm wired that way. So, if that's what you're looking for...""No!" Jeanie interrupted; then her voice turned softer. "No. It was a childish fantasy. What I mean is ... what about me
. I drank her in, I drank it all. I went mad with the taste of Rachel's divine nectar and I used my tongue as a weapon of pleasure, flicking at the soft nub of her clit and plunging it within her pussy to get up as much of her juices as I could. I did it, though, I managed to get Rachel to cum first ... and her cum set off Olivia riding her face.""Mom and Dad eventually made up," Jeanie continued her story. "We didn't stop, though. We were lying in bed one night, reveling in the afterglow ... I'd ridden Olivia's face to two orgasms and Rachel had done the same. Rachel had also sixty-nined with Olivia, so Olivia got hers as well. We promised each other that we would never be apart. We promised that we would be together forever.""Rachel brought up other boys, though," Jeanie said softly. "She said that she loved what we had, loved what we did to each other, and wanted it to continue for all time ... but that she also loved how a boy felt, how a boy filled her up. She explained it to u
I could hear her moaning my name, could feel her hand on my head, the other gripping the sheet on the bed. I could feel her heat, her breathing, I could feel how wet her pussy was on my fingers and could hear her heart beating against my ear. And when I finally made my sister cum, it was the best feeling in the world...""But we were caught," she said, glancing at me. "Olivia had heard us. She thought I was in trouble, thought I was having another nightmare ... but when she came in, she saw Rachel and I pleasuring each other. She came in and closed the door quietly, but it didn't matter as we likely wouldn't have heard her ... we were in our own world, Rachel coming down from her orgasm and me suckling on her boob in ecstasy.""Olivia joined us in bed after that," Jeanie admitted. "My mom thought it was so cute that she would find the three of us curled up, hugging each other. If she only knew ... or maybe she did know and just didn't say anything. Rach brought Olive along slowly, int