Revenge on my Cheating Girlfriend

I heard her car pulling into the driveway, and then I heard the car door open and shut.   Her heels made that distinctive "click clack" noise as she walked on the sidewalk and approached my front door. My fiancee ... my beautiful, adorable, lovable future wife... would be walking through that door in the next five seconds.

I had plans for Lynn tonight ... for us. Plans for us in the bedroom, for something that she might not want to do, but she would do it to placate me.   And, once she did it, she would love it and want to do it again... or if she didn't love it, I wouldn't care.   I'd probably be moving on down the road.

I had given up caring about her, about her feelings, about her welfare, about her safety, about her comfort... I had given up caring about anything concerning her... except that I wanted to use her for my own sexual pleasure,  I wanted revenge, and I would do all that I could to accomplish my goals.   I wanted to humiliate her even more than she had humiliated me.

If you are judging me for having such a Machiavellian attitude towards my lovely fiancee, let me explain.   When I described her as "my beautiful, adorable, lovable fiancee," all of those statements are true, but... there is one other descriptor that applies to her with equal force.   She was also a cheater.  

I had recently learned about her infidelity and it was time for her to pay the price for what she had done to me.   She thought I was clueless and that she had me fooled, but tonight she would learn the truth.   I would call her out with enough details about her betrayals that she would think she had been under high level surveillance for months.   She would be scared to tell me any more lies, because she would assume that I knew everything about her affair.   And she would submit to me.  

I would show her the engagement ring that I had purchased and tell her that my plans to propose would be put on hold.   I'd also tell her that, depending on how she responded to my demands, I would consider getting engaged at some time in the future.    However, I knew that I would never propose and that Lynn would never become my wife.

She was the woman I loved and adored with all of my soul, and I thought she loved me with equal devotion, but I guess I misjudged her.   Or maybe something happened that made our train run off the tracks.   Who knows?   And now, I wanted to use her and degrade her and make her feel humiliated in a way she would never forget.

What in the hell had happened to us?

* * *

We met when we had both recently graduated from college.   We both grew up in Tampa, and we both attended the University of Florida, but I never knew her until we met at the wedding of mutual friends after college.   I was in Sigma Chi and she was a Tri-Delt;   we had friends in common,  but we never once met during our college days.

After graduation, I got a job in my field - chemical engineering - in Tampa and I rented an apartment in a nice complex.   I loved my parents but returning to their home would have been a mistake for all of us.   I enjoyed the freedom and the lifestyle of a young, successful bachelor and really felt like I was on top of the world.  

My fraternity brother, Billy Jackson, was getting married to Meredith Bivens, who was also a Tri-Delt at Florida.   Billy and I weren't the closest of friends, but we had a friendly relationship, and when I received the invitation, there was no doubt that I would attend.   After all.  .. weddings brought out the mating instincts in all single females and the odds of getting laid were much higher if I spent time checking out the single women at the reception.

The wedding was at an Episcopal church in South Tampa and the reception was at the Palma Ceia Golf & Country Club, the oldest country club in Tampa and the favorite hangout for most of the old money in the bay area.   That meant it was a formal affair.   My parents had bought me a tux after I joined the fraternity because we had formal events twice a year.   Buying a tux saved them money, and I wore it at least six or seven times during college.   Now, I would wear it again.

Another one of my fraternity brothers, Ron, came down from Jacksonville for the wedding and he stayed at my place, so we drove to the wedding together.   When we entered the church, I looked around, trying to spot potentially single females I might know from my time in Gainesville.   There were a number of pretty girls there but they all had husbands or dates by their side and the event did not look promising so far.   Soon, the bridal party started entering, with bridesmaids escorted by groomsmen.  

That was when I spotted the woman who I would later learn was the beautiful, adorable, and lovable Lynn.   The groomsman escorting her appeared to be at least 10 years older than her, so I thought maybe that was an older brother of the bride or groom.   Well, maybe she didn't have a boyfriend sitting in the congregation and I could try approaching her at the reception.

When I first saw her, I was interested but not overwhelmed by her appearance.   She was cute but not stunningly beautiful.   She was probably about 5' 2", and couldn't have weighed more than 115 lbs.   She had clear alabaster skin which provided a distinct contrast to her lake blue eyes.   Her blond hair was stylish and not quite shoulder length.  

The bridesmaids' dresses were quite form-fitting and it was obvious that her boobs were not larger than 32B, but they looked very proportionate to her body.   Whatever ass she had, it was concealed by the dress she was wearing, but it couldn't have been very big.   Probably tiny, I thought.   That's okay, I mused to myself.   I am not a fan of big tits and big asses.   Hell, I probably would never have the chance to see her tits or ass anyway, so why did it matter?

I nudged Ron, pointed towards her, and quietly asked, "Do you know that girl?

"Yeah, sure," he responded in a whispered voice.   "I'll tell you all about her on the way to the reception."

"Who gives this woman.  .. we are gathered here today... the two become one... do you promise to honor and cherish... repeat after me... I now pronounce you..." and then it was over.   At last!   I hate sitting through wedding ceremonies.   They both make all these promises to be loyal forever, and within two years, half of them are filing for divorce.   

Soon enough, the wedding ceremony was finished.   The wedding party remained at the church for some pictures while everyone else went ahead to the reception.   Ron and I got in my car and started the fifteen minute drive to the club.

"Okay, so who is that chick?"  I demanded.

"Ray, my man, where have you been for the past four years?   That's Lynn Gordon," he responded.   I expected more details but they weren't immediately forthcoming.

"And I'm supposed to know that?" I asked.

"Okay, here's the story.   She was a Tri-Delt at Florida.   She was in our graduating class, finance major, she came to a lot of our mixers, and she dated Houser our junior year.   Dude, why in the fuck don't you remember her?   Were you doing drugs for four years," he laughed.   Houser was one of our fraternity brothers.  

"The story I heard was that she was a tease.   Kept telling Houser how good it was going to be, and he was kinda smitten with her, so he waited three months,  but she still wasn't giving up any pussy.   Not even a hand job, didn't let him touch her tits... nothing.   Houser finally gave up,  sent her packing,  and that's when he started dating Michelle... Tri-Delt Michelle."  That was the girl he was still dating when we graduated.

"Is Houser here at the wedding?   I didn't see him." I asked.

"I didn't see him either but I really thought he would be here.   He lives just across the bay, you know, in St. Pete.   Maybe he didn't wanna see Lynn and thought it would be drama, especially if he's still dating Michelle."

"You want to know if she's available now?   Answer is... I don't know.   Our senior year, she was supposedly hot and heavy with one of the SAE's, but I don't know if they broke up before graduation.   No idea what her deal is now.   I don't know if she's still the ice queen, no idea how much fun she would be, but... she seems like a longshot to me," Ron said with a tone of voice which suggested that this was the end of his repost about the girl.

"You might be right, but I didn't see many unattached girls at the wedding, so she might be the only choice, and... maybe it's time to take on a challenge," I concluded.

All the fun is at the reception, with the open bar, good food, and single women amped up with an extra dose of estrogen and pussy juice just waiting to flow.   But I really wasn't sure there would be women lining up waiting for their turn to fuck me... not tonight.

At most wedding receptions, these single girls want to maintain the illusion that they are highly desirable wifey material and any guy should be willing to pay $1,000 just for the privilege of hearing her fart.   Invariably, they drink white wine, trying to project a sophisticated image.  

But after their third glass of wine, their pretenses drop, their need to get fucked takes over, and at least half of them will llet a guy pull down their panties and fuck them senseless long before the bride and groom ever get to the honeymoon suite.   The other half actually were wife material, but getting married was not my immediate goal.   I just wanted to pull down a girl's panties and fuck that pussy.

When we arrived, I looked around, surveying the gathering for single women who looked good enough to fuck.    I really didn't see any candidates except Lynn.   So, I guess I needed to take my chances with the queen and see what might develop.

The reception began with dinner and I made sure that Ron and I were seated near Lynn, facing her, so that I could make eye contact with her.   She saw me glancing at her a few times throughout the meal and she smiled at me.

After dinner, I approached her, introduced myself, and asked if she would like to dance.   ALL women with two legs love to dance at weddings, and Lynn was no exception.   We danced a few fast songs and then we took a break.   I got each of us a drink and then we sat and talked.   We had lots of friends in common and were both surprised that we had never met in Gainesville.   Lynn lived not far from my apartment in Tampa and that news made. her a bit less challenging.

The band started playing a slow song and I invited Lynn back to the dance floor.   She hesitated and looked in my eyes in a way that seemed to be making a request, but that look quickly disappeared and we were soon embraced for what dance instructors call the "hug and wobble."  I had my hands on her hips and she had her head resting on my shoulder.   I reached around her with my right hand and placed it in the small of her back, applying the most subtle pressure to pull her body even closer.

Lynn turned her head so that she could whisper in my ear.   "You seem like a nice guy, and if you'd like to see me again, the answer is yes, but... if you ask your fraternity brothers, they'll call me a frigid bitch because I never had sex with Henry," referring to Houser.   It never happened because I realized all he wanted was to get laid, and I'm not the kind of girl who's going to have sex with you just because you bought me a cheeseburger and fries... even if you're cute.   So, if you're like that, please don't waste my time."  Then she stood on her tiptoes, placed a delicate kiss on my cheek,  and whispered, "You're cute, and you seem to be a nice guy, so I hope that's not all you're looking for."

* * *

I got her phone number and called her a few days later.   I invited her to join me for a dinner date at Bern's Steakhouse and she immediately accepted.   Who wouldn't?   Bern's is a world class steak house!   If you don't believe me, Google it!

I wanted to show her that I am a gentleman who knows how to treat a lady and that I was not hanging around just for sex.   Dinner at Bern's is always a great experience and our date was no exception.   The conversation flowed easily as we discussed old friends, our favorite hangouts around the Bay area, and our dreams for the future.   Lynn was very bright, articulate, and not afraid to express herself.

After dinner, I took her to an old piano bar on the Courtney Campbell Causeway, we had a few drinks, and we danced just a little.   When I saw that it was past midnight, I suggested that I should take her home, even though it was a Friday night and neither of us needed to go to work the next day.   She looked at me with a slightly puzzled look on her face, so I explained, "I've had a great evening but, since I'm driving, I don't want to drink any more and... I hope we can just save some of those laughs for our next date.   I know guys aren't supposed to tell you that they like you on a first date, but I don't follow the rule book."  She looked at me and smiled, then we headed for the exit.   

As we walked to my car, I reached for her hand and held it in mine. "I'm a hand holder," I confessed.   "Kissing and the other stuff is great, but holding hands is a special connection... and especially when you see those couples that have been married for fifty years and they still hold hands."

"Me, too," she acknowledged.   "It makes me feel like a young girl on her very first date, all over again."

When we arrived at her apartment, I quickly got out and walked around to open her door for her.   My fraternity insisted that all brothers conduct themselves like gentlemen and I knew how to treat a lady and make her feel special.   I held her hand as we walked to her front door.   She stopped and turned towards me.

"If this is an act, it's very convincing, and very appealing, and I'll be very disappointed if this isn't the real you," she said as she looked into my eyes.

"Lynn,   I know you've had some bad relationships but Ii hope you won't let the past ruin the way you see the present.   I get it that you are not all about just having sex and I intend to respect that... as long as I can, 'cause you're a real cute girl and I am seriously attracted to you.   Now, here's what you need to know about me." 

"Inside every gentleman is a man, and the man inside me wants you very badly.   You are a very desirable woman but I don't just want your body.   I had fun with you tonight and you seem to be a really great person and I think I want all of you - the whole package - so we don't need to rush anything.   Except this... this can't wait." 

And I immediately leaned forward and placed my lips on her, softly and gently at first, but our kiss became passionate and desperate until I broke away from her and said, "Oh, no... if you want more, you'll need to wait.   I'm not that kind of guy!"

She laughed and I laughed, and then I leaned back in, kissed her on the cheek, and said good night.   I really was "being myself" that night, not putting on an act, but on the way home, I reviewed the evening.   I think I scored an A+!

* * *

We talked on the phone a few times over the next week, and I asked her for a second date.   She readily agreed and I suggested a sunset dinner cruise on Tampa Bay.   She loved the suggestion, I made the reservations, and picked her up on Saturday afternoon.

The dress for the cruise was casual so Lynn was not decked out as she had been for Bern's Steak House, but she still looked great.   With her body, she could wear a football uniform and look cute.   She looked like the hot young girl-next-door and she projected an innocence that I knew did not accurately summarize her persona.  

Lynn was not exactly a babe in the woods, she had experienced not many but at least one or two sexual relationships, and she wasn't jaded whatsoever.   Sex was still a big deal to her and I knew it might be months before we got to that point - if we made it that far at all - but we were having fun and I thought she was worth waiting for, so I spent my time getting to know her instead of just trying to get in her panties.

We had a nice dinner and actually saw a few dolphins playing in the bay.   The captain was narrating the sights that we could see and, as the sun was setting, he announced that it was customary for couples to exchange a kiss when the sun disappeared below the horizon.   When the sun was almost gone, I turned to Lynn and said, "You know, we can't break the tradition!"  I put my arms around her, looked into her eyes, and said "I'm having a great time with you," and then I gave her a kiss that could never be mistaken for a platonic kiss.   We watched and, as the city lit up, I reached for her hand and held it gently.

The remainder of the date was spent with either my arms around her or holding hands.   When we docked, it was about 10 pm and a bit too early to call it a night but Lynn said that she was feeling a bit tired and she suggested that we "call it a night." 

I drove her back to her apartment and walked her to her door.   We were standing face-to-face with our bodies separated by only a few inches.   She started to say, "I had a really nice..." but she never got to finish the sentence because I was delivering a passionate kiss to her soft, sweet lips.  

It went on for perhaps fifteen seconds, then we parted our lips and she said, "I'm going in to take a cold shower and you are going home to take a cold shower, too.   And if the cold shower doesn't work, I guess my battery-operated boyfriend might get a workout.   Sorry if that's TMI, but... I do want you... I just need to know that you want more than just sex and that you won't disappear as soon as you do the deed and leave your seed."

"And when you're ready for it, I'll give you everything you want," I responded.   I then leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, and said, "You're different from every other girl I've ever dated.   I hope you're not a witch!   And if you want, I'll go ahead and get an STD test, just to prove what I already know."

"If you're gonna do that, then I'll do that, too.   Fair is fair," she responded.   "And just so you know, I take birth control pills regularly, even though I haven't had a partner in a while.   You never know when you're gonna meet someone special."

I smiled and said goodnight, then turned and headed back to my car.   

* * *

The next few dates were similar.   Lynn made an effort to look her best and she gave me her undivided attention.   We held hands, kissed, flirted, and made suggestive comments.   I even fondled her boobs once, with my hands on her blouse.   I felt her nipples get hard but ... we didn't have sex.   I wanted to have sex with Lynn.   I REALLY wanted to have sex with Lynn, but I was being patient.   Then, about a month later, on a Monday, we were talking on the phone and I asked if there was something that she wanted to do that coming weekend.   Out of the blue, she asked, "Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?"  

"I love it," I instantly replied.   "You want to go out for Italian?"

"No," she responded.   "I thought we could stay in and I'll cook for us... you know, I think I should prove to you that I actually have some domestic skills."  She laughed.

"Sounds great.   When?"

"Friday, be here by 7 pm.   I'll provide the food but maybe you can bring a bottle or two of red wine, and... if we drink both bottles of wine, it might not be safe for you to drive home, so... why don't you bring an overnight bag.   I think it's time for us to have dessert!"

I didn't ask her to clarify her last comment.   I simply assumed that she had decided it was time for us to start having sex and I was more than ready to give her what she wanted.

* * *

I arrived at Lynn's apartment around 6:45 on Friday afternoon.   She seemed a little bit nervous, unlike her relaxed nature on our previous dates,   Yes, I was as horny as a guy can be, but I wanted to continue being respectful and making her feel that she was still in control.   As she was standing at the stove, I walked up and stood behind her, placed my arms around her waist, and whispered, "As much as I want you, I don't want you to feel pressured.   If it doesn't happen tonight, yeah, I'll be disappointed, but I won't get mad and I'll still keep dating you.   I think you're the real deal and you're definitely the girl I want to introduce to my mother."

As I finished what I was saying, I reached up and placed my hands on her blouse, cupping her boobs very gently.   I felt her nipples getting hard and then I realized that I was hard and pressing against her backside.

"If you don't go sit down and wait for dinner, we might never get that far," she responded.   "If you're a good boy now, I promise I'll be a very good girl after dinner!   Or... maybe I'll be a very naughty girl"

The dinner was delicious and Lynn seemed to relax and enjoy the meal.   The two of us had almost finished both bottles of wine when she stood to clear the plates from the table, and said, "I promised you a dessert worth waiting for, so go wait on the sofa in the living room."

I did as I was told, not sure what to expect next,   I thought Lynn was in the kitchen but she apparently snuck into the bedroom, discarded her skirt, blouse, and bra, and donned a sheer full length nightgown.   That and her bikini panties were all she was wearing and she was a beautiful sight.   She was not a beauty pageant contestant, but she was cute... adorable... petite and well proportioned with smaller boobs and a tiny behind that I immediately wanted to grab.

She walked to the sofa, sat in my lap, facing me, with her knees straddling my thighs.   "Tonight is the night and I hope it's the first of many nights for us.   It's impossible to know whether we will have a long future together, but I know that at least you are serious about wanting more than just sex.   There's nothing wrong with sex, but I was used for sex a few times in college and it really hurt me.   It hurt me deeply.   And I said I'd never let it happen again.   So... I don't expect you to be in love with me, but at least like me and respect me and tell me I'm more than just a notch on your bedpost."

"Lynn, in college, most girls had sex by the second date, and I never had to wait, but it was just sex.   Some of it was great sex... meaning that it felt great as it was happening,   But some of those girls never wanted to see me again and that was okay, because I was just young and dumb and all I wanted was more experience.   But I'm older and a little bit smarter and I'm ready for something that has meaning to it.   By our senior year, I realized that fifteen minutes after just fucking, I didn't feel anything but fifteen minutes after making love, I still felt loved.   No, I'm not saying I'm in love... yet, but I do like you - a lot! - and I do respect you - a lot! - and I won't be calling my friends tomorrow to brag about my latest conquest.   The only call I make might be to my mom, telling her about the great girl I'm dating... minus the details about spending the night with you."

"You seem so great,   I hope this is the real you, and not just an act.   This is the real me, and I try to be transparent...," she paused to look down at her boobs, "quite literally tonight!"  We both chuckled about her last comment.  

"So, now you have a better look at me.   I've got little boobs but if you want them, they're all yours.   And if you are into girls with big butts, I'll be a terrible disappointment, because I have a tiny heiny.   But if you like it, it's yours.   I haven't had sex with fifteen or twenty guys and I don't have lots of experience.   I'm still inhibited about a few things, like I've had oral sex but I never had a guy cum in my mouth, and I've heard about anal sex but never wanted to try it, and I guess I've tried two or three positions but however you want to..."

I interrupted her nervous monologue by holding my fingertip up to her lips.   Then I pulled apart the front of her gown and exposed her boobs.   "You're going to be wonderful, your boobs look perfect to me, and I can't wait any longer," I said.   I leaned forward and took her right nipple into my mouth while my right hand reached up and started fondling her left boob.

There's only one reason I think that guys are turned on by sucking a girl's boobs:   it's a real turn on to hear her start moaning and making noises telling us that she is getting aroused.   If a girl doesn't make any noise when I play with her boobs, I assume it isn't a big turn on for her and I move on to something else.    But if she starts moaning, I'll keep going until I know whether she can cum just from having her boobs sucked.  

Lynn was clearly aroused, and she started whimpering and moaning quietly.   I removed my mouth from her tit and said, "There isn't anybody else here, so make as much noise as you want;   it's a real turn on for me.   Obviously, you're turned on but I don't know how much.   Are you getting wet?"

"Why don't you check for yourself and then you can tell me how wet I am," she suggested.   For an inexperienced girl, she was certainly talking a good game.

I took my right hand away from her boob and reached down to her panties.   I started to feel the gusset of her panties but then changed direction, slipped my hand inside her panties, and used my middle finger to part her lips.   She was wet and my finger easily slid inside of her.   As soon as my finger touched her G-spot, her moans intensified.

"Are you gonna make me cum with your finger?" she teasingly asked.

"Lynn, I'm gonna make you cum with my finger, and then I'm gonna make you cum with my tongue, and then I'm gonna get inside of you until my dick makes you cum."

I returned to sucking her boobs and fingering her pussy,   She moaned when I stroked her clit and she also moaned when I stroked her G-spot.   Unfortunately, in the position we were in on her sofa, I couldn't easily get both spots at the same time.

"I have an idea," I whispered in her ear.   "Why don't we retire to your bedroom and get naked?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she responded.

We went into her bedroom and I slowly undressed her.   She held her hands up to cover her boobs but I reached up and gently removed her hands from her chest.   "Lynn, you are beautiful.   Every inch of you is beautiful, and I'm really turned on seeing your naked body.   Your boobs, your butt... you have nothing to hide, so please don't hide anything from me."

"Now it's my turn to undress you," she announced.   She began unbuttoning my shirt and quickly had it off.   Next, she told me to sit while she knelt to remove my socks and shoes.   Then she unfastened my belt and pants and they fell to the floor.   All that remained to cover me was my boxers.

She got on her knees on the floor, directly in front of me, and reached up with both hands to grab the elastic in the waist of my boxers.   At this point, I was harder than Chinese arithmetic and the soldier was definitely standing at attention.   She worked my boxers down slowly until they were low enough for my dick to spring loose and she quickly said, "I see what I want." 

She continued lowering my boxers to the floor, then she reached up and guided my dick to her lips.   She started licking the tip as she gently fondled my balls, then she moved her head forward so that my dick entered her mouth and she started licking and sucking.   After a few seconds, she paused to ask, "Are you hard enough?"

"I was hard enough before you started licking," I responded.   "Are you wet enough?"

"Why don't you taste me and find out for yourself."

I pushed her back onto the bed so that she was seated on the side of the mattress.   I knelt on the floor in front of her and put my mouth on her little left boob.   I flicked her nippple with my tongue,   Then, I pulled away from her chest, looked into her eyes, and said, "I love your naked body!"

I gently pushed her torso so that she was reclined, then I lifted her feet and rested them on my shoulders.   This placed her pussy within inches of my face.   I could see that she was wet as her juices were glistening on the smooth skin of her pussy lips.   I started licking the inside of her thigh, slowly inching closer to her pussy, then I changed to her other leg and started the same process.   This time, I allowed my tongue to reach the bottom of her slit and I slowly traced up the length of her pussy until my tongue found her clit, and she immediately recoiled in a spasm of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah, lick me right there,   Make me cum!" she implored me.

I started licking in little circles around her clit and then I put my right middle finger in her pussy and found her G-spot.   When I had a G-spot massage going, I reached up with my left hand and found her right nipple.   I started rolling her nipple between my fingers and the combination of tongue and hands soon had her close to orgasm.

"Oh, holy fuck!" she gasped.   "I'm so fucking close, so... fucking... oh, uhhhhh, oh gawd yeah!"  She moaned.

Her pussy started quivering and gushing juices and squeezing my finger and she had five or six waves of contractions before her orgasm began to subside.

"Don't stop," she implored me.   "I want you inside me now and I want you to fuck me hard.   I'm wet, and I need your dick in me."

"At last," I thought to myself.   I got on top in the missionary position, the go-to position for the first time.   She reached down, grabbed my dick, and guided it right into her pussy... and DAMN! that pussy was tight.   I know I wasn't her first, but she hadn't fucked many times because that pussy squeezed me like a damned

machinist's vise.   I plunged in as far as I could go, then I stopped a few seconds for both of us to catch our breath.   As soon as she said "okay," I started thrusting hard, letting her know that I was making up for lost time.   

"Gawd, don't stop!" she demanded.

"Not 'til I leave all my cum in your pussy," I replied, "but that may not take long."  I usually wore a condom with a girl if it was just casual sex, and all sex felt good, but fucking Lynn without a condom felt so much better.   My dick was getting hot and felt like it was swelling, then I felt the fullness beginning around my balls.   I knew I would be erupting with cum soon.

"It's okay, Ray,   I want you to cum inside my pussy.   Tonight and tomorrow and as long as you want me."  

"Here it cums," I warned her and her moans got louder until she felt the throbbing in my dick.

"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Fuck me, I'm cumming so hard," she screamed.   If the next-door neighbors were home, they definitely heard her screams and knew that she was getting a fine fucking!   

I began shooting my cum into her hot pussy and it felt like her pussy was a mouth sucking the cum from my man meat.   The first three or four spurts were as strong as any orgasm I had ever had and it felt like I was fucking the perfect pussy.   All too soon, I knew my last squirt had been deposited in her love box, so I rolled over and sighed, breathing deeply and collecting myself.

"That was absolutely incredible," I stated.   "I've never, ever... wow... I know you don't have much experience but only because that's what you've told me.   I thought my dick was gonna explode before I came in you, and... oh yeah, I wanna do that again.   Then I wanna fall asleep with my arms around your naked body, and when we wake up in the morning, I wanna do it again!   But... it's not just the sex, Lynn.   I want you to meet my parents and I want to introduce you as my girlfriend at my next office party, and I wanna know that we'll be seeing a lot of each other... and nobody else.   I don't wanna share you with anyone!"

"Yeah, I think we're great together and I want all of that, too, but I just wanna make sure we don't rush into anything too fast, so maybe we should talk about expectations.   And most of what I want is just to keep me from jumping in too quickly because that's how I've been hurt in the past, like... no talking about living together until we've been dating for at least eight or nine months.   For the first six months, dating only twice a week unless there is a special event we want to do together.   And don't say 'I love you' unless you mean 'I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.'  And if you decide that maybe this isn't what you want, don't just start seeing someone else.   Please just tell me first."

"Yeah, those are all good rules and I can live with all of them.   And I know you're insecure and I want you to trust me, so I've been patiently waiting for you, but I want you to know that I'm wanting more than just sex, and I really do want this to work.   I think you're a world-class woman!"

She looked at me, our eyes met, and then we kissed, and it was a kiss that proclaimed both love and lust.   After a few minutes, I started playing with her boobs and I told her how beautiful they are. Then I asked her if she wanted to get on top and ride me cowgirl style, and she said she would 'give it a try.'  I guess she had never done that position before,  

"If you are self-conscious about me staring at your boobs when you ride me... get over it.   I love your boobs and looking at them makes me get real hard, so be proud of those girls and know that you are the woman who is rocking my world!"

Once we were in the position and I was inside her, she started riding in an up-and-down motion, and that was great for me but I suspect it was not as great for her.  

Before she knew what I was doing, I reached up to her right hand and pulled it down to her clit.   "Rub on yourself - just like you do when you're alone - and I promise we'll both get off!"

She seemed to be a bit embarrassed, so I reassured her, "Just do it.   It's okay. and I think it's real fucking hot!"

She began timidly but obvious arousal soon drove her to drop all pretenses of modesty.   She was stroking her clit while she slid up and down my pole, and her body started twitching and having pulsing movements like paroxysms of bliss.   Soon her breathing became ragged and she was pumping so hard I was concerned that one wrong move could break my dick!   I reached up and grabbed both of her nipples and gently twisted them between my thumbs and index fingers,   That was the final straw.

"Oh, fuck yeah!   Cum in me," she demanded as her pussy squeezed my dick in wild spasms of sexual release.   It felt so good that it was almost painful, but my dick was not complaining. I was already looking forward to the next time we did the in-and-out.

After that, we got out of bed long enough to clean up and get something to drink, then we got back in bed.   Lynn spooned with me, both of us on our left sides, my right arm wrapped around her body and cupping one of her beautiful little boobs.   Even though I felt my dick getting hard again, I was soon sound asleep and I slept like a contented baby.

The next morning, we woke up and I was ready for the next round.   I started paying with Lynn's nipples and she informed me that she needed to get up to go pee but that she would be back momentarily.   She was soon back in bed.   She asked me what I wanted for breakfast and I told her than I wanted to lick her pussy until she came while she licked my dick until I came.   She didn't seem overly eager to engage in 69 but she got into position, on all fours, on top of me.

Her pussy was in my face and my tongue was soon exploring her folds until I connected with her clit.   As soon as I grazed her love button, her body did a little shudder that told me I had hit the mark.   In my experience with other girls, when you find something that works... keep doing it.   I continued to lick circles and crosses on her clit, and the heavenly earthy aroma grew stronger.   She wasn't squirting but she was making so much natural lubrication that my face was getting covered in her nectar.

I reached my hands around and grabbed her butt cheeks.   As she started moaning, I gently pulled her cheeks apart to expose her cute little asshole.   I knew she was a bit skittish about her butt, so I didn't try to touch ground zero but I gently massaged her butt cheeks while I continued licking her clit.

"Lick on me, baby!" I requested and I soon felt her lips on the head of my dick.   I felt her mouth gently close around my shaft and then she started slowly moving up and down, sucking on my dickhead every time it got close to her lips.   As I got more aroused, I got even more vigorous with myministrations on her beautiful slit, and that made her lick my dick even harder.

Soon, I was groaning like I was ready to cum and that's when I felt her mouth release its grip, to be replaced by her hand.   It still felt great but the idea of cumming in Lynn's mouth sounded like it would have been even better, but... I didn't complain.   Instead, I kept licking her clit and as soon as I felt my dick squirting cum in her hand, I saw her pussy contracting and relaxing in orgasmic waves.  

There is something about seeing a woman cum that is very satisfying for me, and I knew - I knew without doubt - that our bedroom activities of the past 12 hours had rocked her world.   It had rocked my world, too, like the first time I ever came in a pussy.

Lynn rolled off of me and flopped down in the bed.   "Okay," she said, "If we don't get out of bed now, and do this again... I may not be able to walk the rest of the day.   So, let's get up and I'll cook breakfast for you."

"Okay, but I want to respect your rules about not going too fast, so... after breakfast, I'll go home, but not before we plan our next date.   And I want to make sure we review the rules about how often we talk on the phone."

Hey!   I KNOW that the way I was acting violated every single rule in the Guys' Dating For Idiots handbook, but I didn't care.   I had played it cool plenty of times, with plenty of girls, and I had gotten laid many times by acting aloof and detached, but I had decided that those games needed to be set aside.   I wanted a more adult and more honest approach to relationships (yes, relationships, and not hookups) and... I was really excited about the way Lynn and I connected.   I respected her as a very good person, I enjoyed the way she acted like a feminine lady, and the sex was incredibly good despite her obvious inhibitions.

She cooked bacon, eggs, grits, and toast for breakfast, and we decided that we would have a date the following Friday.   I assumed that it would involve a sleepover, but we didn't talk about that.   I had a gym bag in the car and that had enough gear for me to spend the night without it looking like I planned it.

* * *

So that's how Lynn and I started dating and being intimate.   I soon told my parents about her and they were happy I had met someone who seemed to be so wonderful.   They said they would be very happy to meet her whenever I decided the time was right.   My kid brother asked me how she was in bed and I told him that, when I was younger, I would have bragged about it, but this was somebody I respected and the intimate details would not be shared with anyone outside of the relationship.  

His response was, "Damn, that must really be some good stuff!"

"I'm not disagreeing," I retorted with a grin.

* * *

The next Friday night, we went out to dinner, had a few drinks, went back to her place, and had passionate sex until 2 am.   Then we slept until 8:30 am, woke up, and did it again.   

The next week, on Thursday night, we talked on the phone for about an hour.   She talked about her training at the brokerage firm and how much she liked it.   I cared, but... towards the end of the conversation, she asked if I was interested in spending Saturday with her and then staying over again on Saturday night.   THAT'S what I was interested in!

Lynn was eager and enthusiastic to have every variety of vanilla sex known to man.   But she had boundaries that she apparently never intended to cross.   She would suck on my dick as long as it took to get me to orgasm, but as soon as she sensed I was ready to blow my load, she would pull my dick out of her mouth and finish me with her hand.   It always felt great but I also knew that cumming in her mouth would feel even better.   Apparently, the idea of swallowing my cum just grossed her out.

However, she didn't feel repulsed about me eating her pussy and sucking on her clit until her body was on fire.   She felt no remorse about my face being covered with her pussy juice because I never complained and, obviously, it felt damned good to her.   Of course, I was hoping that she would see the hypocrisy in her enthusiasm for me eating her to orgasm while she refused to let me cum in her mouth... but she never had that epiphany moment of insight,  or maybe she just never openly admitted that she knew she was a hypocrite.

Lynn would get on top of me and engage in 69, and she really got lost in her arousal when we did that.   She never got so lost that I came in her mouth but there were a few times when I got her close to orgasm and then started to finger her butthole while I continued to suck her little love button.   It seems that the butt play took her to a new level of arousal, until she paused to think about what I was doing... then she would gently pull my hand away from her backdoor.

To try to get her to push out against her limits, I suggested that we try taking turns having both hands and both feet tied to the corners of the bed and being blindfolded.   I let her tie me up first.   Once she was in control, she got on top of me straddling my face.

"Ray, lick my pussy.   Eat me out 'til I cum," she commanded.   

I started licking and immediately made contact with her beautiful pussy.   With each lick, she produced more lubrication and she was dripping pussy juice on my face.

"You're so fucking wet!" I declared.   "Turn around and suck my dick while I finish eating your pussy!"

She readily obliged my request and I soon felt her mouth on my dick while I was licking her clit and pussy slit.   I was also staring at her asshole, her cute little, adorable asshole, the asshole that I wanted to fuck and fill with my cum.   But, as you may recall, my hands were both tied to the corners of the bed, and I couldn't touch her second garden of pleasure.   The more frustrated I felt about not touching her ass, the more vigorous I licked her pussy.   

She was getting close to orgasm, and I felt my orgasm building, too.   I sensed that she would cum in the next few seconds, and then I saw her butthole beginning to go through alternating cycles of clenching and relaxing.   I thought about having my dick in her ass when she started to squeeze her ass like that,  and just the thought put me over the edge.   I felt the pressure in my balls, and then I started to erupt like a volcano.   That's when her mouth pulled away and was replaced by her hand.   Damn it!

She untied me and I put my arms around her.   After a few minutes, I said,  "Lynn, that felt  amazing, but... it might have been even better if I had finished in your mouth instead of your hand."

"I know, I know," she tried to explain, "and I wish I could, but there's just something about the idea that seems a little bit gross, like I might even throw up if I tried to do that."

"Well, I'm not gonna force you to do that, but... it would sure be nice if you could get over some of your inhibitions.   Everything is great and it's not a dealbreaker, but just once I'd like to cum in your mouth and feel you sucking my dock until you had swallowed every drop of my cum, and...."  I paused.

"And what?" she asked.

"And I wish just once you would try anal sex.   I'm not gonna hurt you.   You might like it.   And nobody else would ever find out.   You know, it feels like your mom is sitting by the bed, telling you what good girls do and what they don't do.   For all you know... your old man might be fucking her in the butt once a week and she's begging for it.   It all just seems rather Victorian and inhibited.   Don't you trust me?"

"Ray, I trust you absolutely, but every time you start playing with me back there, I get this mental image of my butt being split apart and I've gotta go to the hospital to have my ass sewn back together.   It's just... scary.   Real scary."

"Okay," I responded, "I get it, and it's not like I'm gonna break up with you because you won't do anal, but I'm starting to think about us spending the rest of our lives together, and... missionary position might get very boring after 14 years of being married."

"Wow, I didn't know you were thinking about long term with me, and I'm really happy to hear that, 'cause I've been thinking about it, too.   And I'll try to get over my bedroom hangups but I've had those hangups a long time and it may take me a while to get up the courage."

* * *

Lynn and I continued dating and spending most of our weekends together, but during the week,  she stayed in her apartment and I stayed in mine.   We were happy together and rarely had conflicts.   When we did disagree, we were always respectful and soon resolved matters.   She was affectionate and attentive and was generally a very good partner.   Our relationship was stronger than any of my previous relationships and I started to wonder whether she was The One, the girl who I should ask to stay with me for the rest of her life.

Lynn and I took a few weekend trips together.   We went back to Gainesville for a Gators football game.   We drove to Miami and spend a weekend at a hotel on the beach.   In February, we went to Sanibel Island.   The months rolled along, we kept having fun together, and I started saving money for an engagement ring.   I wanted to have a ring in my pocket when I proposed.

I started hinting about marriage.   I asked her how she felt about having children, if she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, if she wanted to remain in Tampa long term, etc.   We didn't agree on everything but we were on the same page on about ninety percent of the issues, and that was damned sure good enough for me.

With her job training completed, Lynn had been given more responsibilities and that sometimes required work after hours or on Saturdays, but I assumed that would abate as she got some seniority in her position.   Being an adult isn't always fun, but you've gotta roll with the punches and rise with the tide.

* * *

I finally ordered the engagement ring that I thought would make Lynn happy and I picked it up after work on a Friday afternoon.   Unfortunately,  Lynn was gone to a weekend seminar in Orlando and I was on my own.   She called me on Friday evening to let me know she had arrived safely, and again around 11 pm to say good night.   I hadn't yet heard from her Saturday morning when the phone rang about 9:30 am.   The caller ID said it was Ron.

"Hey, dude!" I said.   "Haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah, man, you know how it is getting busy with life and all the day-to-day BS,"

Ron shot back at me,   "What's up with your life?"

"Work's great, I'm working out and staying in shape, doing well.   What's up with Ron Rico?"  I asked, using my nickname for Ron.

"Works okay and I'm banging a new chick every week.   I think I'm probably the most pussy-gettingest guy in town.   You getting your fair share?"

"Well, funny that you ask that.   You remember that chick Lynn that I was chasing at the wedding?"

"Yeah, yeah, the ice queen.  ...   You ever bang her?" Ron inquired.

"Well, yeah, but she turns out to be more than just good in bed.   We've been dating exclusive since right after the wedding and I've been thinking about proposing to her."  For some reason, I didn't want to admit that I already had an engagement ring.

"Man... are you kidding me?   Tell me this is a fucking joke!" Ron insisted.

"What are you talking about, man?   She's actually a great girl, been a great girlfriend, affectionate, loyal, always there, dependable.  ...   There's lots of crazy ones out there but she's not one of them."

"Dude, I'm sorry to be the one to bring you some bad news, but there's something you need to know.   Man, you know Slick Dick, right?"

Slick Dick was Richard Crawford, another Sigma Chi who was a year behind us in school.   "Yeah, sure, I know the Dick.   What about it?"

"Well, he and I talk on the phone maybe once a month.   He's a decent guy and he lives down there close to you, across the Bay."  In Tampa, across the Bay usually means St. Petersburg.   "Anyway, he called me this morning.   He said he was out cruising for chicks last night and he went to some joint called The One Night Stand, a funny name for a club.   Anyway, he said he ran into Houser there, and... dude, he was with your Lynn.   The Dick remembered her from when she was in Gainesville."

"He said it looked like they were together and not just a random running-into-each-other thing.   He says he saw them from a distance before they saw him and they were kissing.   But after they saw him, they started acting like nothing was going on.   So... I don't know for sure what it means, but you oughta check it out before you take the big plunge with that girl."

"In fact," he continued, "after Dick told me that, the first thing I thought about was you chasing after her and hoping that hadn't really developed into anything but I decided to call you, just in case..."

"Wow, that's like... the last thing I ever expected to hear from anybody.   I mean... wow, like what a mother fucker!   That bitch told me she was going to a weekend seminar in Orlando but it turns out that she's in St. Pete and the only thing she's studying is Houser's dick."

"Well, I'm not saying they were hooking up for sure, but you need to find out, like... it's not like you can just ask her and expect to get an honest answer.   So, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you that, but you need to know.   And, you might feel like going to fucking up Houser for fucking your woman, but he probably doesn't even know Lynn is your girlfriend."

"Yeah, man, I get it.   I mean... maybe there's an innocent explanation but... right now, it don't look so good for Lynn and me.   It's definitely NOT what I wanted to hear but, if she's cheating on me, I'd rather know about it, so thanks for letting me know."

We talked a few more minutes and we talked about maybe meeting up in Gainesville one weekend, but I wasn't really paying attention.   The idea that Lynn was seeing Houser had me mad, sad, disappointed, furious, disgusted, and a mix of still other emotions.

After the call ended, I thought about it for a few minutes.   If this was true, there was no way I would continue being with Lynn, but I couldn't just rely on a single second-hand report.   I needed to have more proof, but I didn't want to hire somebody to follow her.

I had a friend - Johnson - who was not just an IT guy but also a tech guru and his expertise extended to tech used for snooping on people.   I called Johnson and layed out the situation and he had a few suggestions.  

First, he suggested cloning Lynn's phone.   That would allow me to see her call history, messages, location history, and that would probably be enough to get the proof I needed.   He also suggested that if Lynn was being careful, she would possibly have a burner phone that she would keep hidden from me, or she might just not take her phone when she went to see Houser, so he also suggested putting a GPS tracker on her car.

Doing all of this and getting the proof would require that I not allow Lynn to suspect that I knew anything about her and Houser.   That meant keeping my emotions in check and acting as if everything was normal.   If I gave myself 24 hours to cool down, I thought I could do that, but... I didn't wanna keep having sex with Lynn if I was getting sloppy seconds.

Since Lynn and I weren't living together, it would probably be easier to make all this happen, 'cause I would need to do less pretending like everything was okay.   I decided to tell Lynn that I thought I might have a urinary tract infection and I had a doctor's appointment next week.   Then, if the subject of sex came up between us, I would use that as an excuse to not get naked with her.

There were a few spy shops in town and Johnson had suggested one that was reasonably priced and carried a good inventory.   I wanted to get the GPS installed as soon as possible and I knew Houser's address in St. Pete;   it was a huge apartment complex.   I thought it would be easy to find Lynn's car parked near his unit.   I had Lynn's second car key so I could get into her trunk and install it in a place she would never find it.

The GPS tracking device cost around $50 and I considered that to be a great investment.   As soon as I left the spy shop, I headed across the Howard Frankland Bridge and into St. Pete.   I had already looked at Houser's address on Google maps and I knew exactly where it was located.   He lived in a huge apartment complex and I thought I'd be able to get in, install the device, and leave in less than five minutes.   That should never arouse anyone's suspicions and Lynn would certainly not have any reason to believe that I had become aware of her "indiscretions."

Finding Lynn's car was as easy as I had anticipated.   Installing the device was also easy;   it required me only to turn it on and put it in place.   It attached to any metal surface with magnets and I placed it in the top of her trunk, at the front, below her rear window.   Wow, that was too easy, I thought.

When I got home, I decided to call Lynn to ask her about the "seminar."  After ringing twice, my call went to voicemail.   Instead of leaving a message, I texted her:   "Hey, hadn't heard from you.   How's the seminar?"

About five minutes later, I got a response:   "can't talk now i'm in a presentation.   it's great.   looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night."

"Okay," I responded.

I thought about Lynn's phone and decided the easiest way to load the software on her phone was to invite her to spend the night, give her a few glasses of wine, wait until she went to sleep, and then I'd have easy access.  "Wanna spend the night here Sunday night?" I texted.   

"Yeah, I'll call you when I'm headed back to Tampa," she quickly replied.

* * *

Lynn called to let me know she was heading home from "Orlando" after lunch on Sunday.   I suggested that she go home first, do whatever she needed to do, pack an overnight bag, then come to my place and I would fix dinner for us.   At this point, I had started to get over the initial shock and was able to conceal my feelings.

I went to Publix and got the groceries I needed to grill burgers... not because she loves burgers, but because I love burgers.

Lynn called to let me know she had arrived back at her apartment.   I suggested that she come over around 5:30 pm.

When she arrived, she walked in and started talking about the "seminar."  I knew that every word coming out of her mouth was a lie, but I pretended to believe every word of it.   And she had no idea that I was aware of what she had been doing.

I poured her a glass of wine and then invited her outside to continue our conversation while I grilled the burgers.   I asked her about co-workers who also attended and she must have thought about this conversation beforehand, because her response sounded rehearsed.   "Oh, I was the only one from my office.   It was a seminar for new investment advisors and I was the only one from my office, but there were a few people from some of our other branches."

I suppose that telling lies was taxing and she was inclined to sip the wine a bit faster than normal.   Her glass was soon empty and I refilled it without asking.   Over dinner, she started telling me that her mother and some of her friends were asking her when we were going to get married.   She looked at me as if she expected an answer... now.

I filled her wine glass again and responded, "Well, I'm not proposing to you tonight, but... I think our lives are going to take a very satisfying turn very soon."  She, of course, interpreted my comment to mean that I would be proposing in the near future, but there was a more ominous intent in my declaration.

After dinner, I suggested that we check Netflix for a movie to watch.   I poured Lynn yet another glass of wine as I wanted her to be passed out soon. We moved to the sofa in the living room and I started scrolling through the listings.   After about five minutes of the movie, Lynn started to yawn.   "Long day, huh?"

"Yeah, but I don't know why I'm so sleepy," she complained.

"Well, if you're sleepy, go to bed.   You've gotta go to work tomorrow and you not gonna make a good impression if you fall asleep at your desk."

"I guess you're right," she admitted.   "Are you gonna come to bed now?"

"No, it's only 8:30 and a little early for me, but I'll come upstairs and tuck you into bed."

She went into the bathroom for about five minutes and came out wearing only her panties and bra.

I pulled down the bed linens so she could get into bed, then asked, "You're not gonna go to sleep wearing those, are you?"

"Oh, well, I guess not but just don't get in bed later and try to get frisky with me.   I needa sleep!" she pleaded.

I reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and pulled it away from her torso.   As much as I felt betrayed by Lynn, I was still turned on by the sight of her naked boobs.   I then pulled down her panties and guided her down to a reclined position in bed.   I didn't immediately cover her with the sheets.

Instead, I started trying to distract her with conversation.   While I asked about her schedule for the coming week, I pulled out my phone and acted as if I was using an app.   However, what I actually did was snap a few pictures of her naked body.  

It was an impulsive decision but, in the process of getting revenge, a few naked pictures might hold some potential value.   After taking a few pictures, I said, "Damn, I guess my battery's too low and this isn't gonna work.   Where's your phone?"  

She didn't respond and then I noticed it sticking up out of her purse.   "Oh, here it is," I said.   "You use a fingerprint for security, right?"

I turned the phone on, grabbed her hand, and pressed her right index finger against the screen.   It immediately unlocked.   I promised to return her phone within a few minutes.

I closed the bedroom door, returned to the living room, and then loaded the cloning software onto her phone.   As soon as it was successfully installed, I took the phone back upstairs.

When I opened the bedroom door, I observed that Lynn was asleep and no longer on her back.   She had rolled over onto her right side.   Her right leg was fully extended and her left leg tucked up as in a half-fetal position.   In this position, her butt was on display and her cute little rosebud was fully exposed.   I couldn't resist the urge and I pulled out my camera.   I took a few photos of her little asshole and then I did a video that started with her face and then panned around to show her butt.

I placed the phone on the bedside stand, turned off the lamp, and left the bedroom.   I returned to the living room, turned on my phone, and accessed Lynn's phone.   I started reviewing her text messages and what I found confirmed my worst fears.

The texts between her and Houser started about four months previously, and were initiated by her.   She said she was reaching out to apologize for not being a better girlfriend when they were in Gainesville, and wishing him well with finding a partner for a long term relationship.   He quickly responded and told her that he was not dating anyone at that time.   He then said he would be in Tampa the following week and suggested that they meet for lunch.

Of course, she had never mentioned one word of this to me.   What I had already seen told me that she was a liar and there was no way I would ever propose to her.   Continuing to love her would be impossible;   instead, I wanted to hurt her like she had hurt me.

I continued reading and soon after their lunch meeting, Houser invited her to meet him for dinner in St. Pete on a Tuesday night.   This was a night when I usually would not see her so she didn't need to fabricate an excuse to get away for the evening.  

The next text was sent on the morning after the dinner date.   "Wow, I never would have guessed you would be so passionate in bed!   You were incredible!" 

That message left no doubt that she had been unfaithful to me.   She had sex with Houser and my anger turned to hatred.   It wasn't clear whether Houser knew that Lynn was dating me, so I was reserving judgment on him, but I had passed sentence on Lynn.   My revenge would be certain, it would be painful, and there would be no mercy.

I returned to reading the texts.   The most recent text was sent this morning, I assume after Lynn left Houser's apartment.   "You continue to amaze me," he wrote.   "I knew you were hot in bed but... you swallowed every drop like a sex monster, then you ask me for anal.   Incredible!   Just incredible!   Will you marry me?   :) :) :)"

I had great difficulty getting to sleep that night and it was a restless sleep, indeed.

* * *

The next morning, I still acted like the ignorant and naive boyfriend she thought I was.   I told Lynn that I had a urinary tract infection and was taking antibiotics which should have me better within a few days.   I suggested that we make plans for her to spend the night with me Friday night.

* * *

Friday evening, I heard her car pulling into the driveway, and then I heard the car door open and shut.   Her heels made that distinctive "click clack" noise as she walked on the sidewalk and approached my front door.   I had plans for Lynn tonight ... for us. I intended to deliver the death blow to her secret affair, and then I had plans for us in the bedroom, for something that she might not want to do, but she would do it to placate me.   And, once she did it, whether she loved it or not, she would do it again... or else.

When she entered, the first thing she saw was a dozen long stem red roses.   I had the table set for dinner.   I had a white tablecloth in place and candles ready to be lit.

"Wow," she gasped.   "Is there a special reason for all of this?"

"Yes, there is and... I think you know what this is about," I responded.

"Yes, yes, I will!" she screamed at me.

"Slow down," I insisted.   "I haven't asked you anything yet.  ...   Let's sit and eat dinner first."

I knew that eating dinner would consume some time and make the anticipation build.   I served filet mignon with garlic mashed potatoes and a caesar salad.   I also served her some red wine, a nice Chateauneuf du Pape, as I thought that some wine would soften her and add to the total effect later.   I made sure that she drank at least two glasses during dinner.

After we finished the meal, I suggested that we move into the living room.   She sat on the sofa and I sat next to her, turned towards her.

"Lynn, when we started dating, I wasn't sure whether we would stay together very long, but there was something about you that was very captivating.   And it soon became obvious that you were the kind of woman I wanted to ultimately become my wife.   I saw you as a kind, affectionate, devoted and loyal woman, and I fell in love with you.   However, marriage is not something to be taken lightly, or to be rushed, so I've taken some time to be certain of my decision.   And I am finally sure about this."

Lynn smiled at me and she took my hand.   I reached over and retrieved the ring box I had hidden earlier in the sofa cushions.

I got down on one knee in front of her and opened the box.   When she saw the ring, her eyes sparkled as bright as the diamond itself.

"I bought this ring about ten days ago, and I was going to propose last weekend, but you had to go to the seminar and that delayed my plans slightly, but that's okay because... Saturday morning, I got a call from someone who saw you last Friday night... in St. Pete... with Houser... kissing him, and my heart was crushed.   I drove to St. Pete on Saturday and saw your car parked outside of Houser's apartment.   And Sunday, you walked in here and told me lies about where you had been and what you had been doing."

Tears had started rolling down Lynn's face but I was prepared for this.   I don't know if these were crocodile tears being shed just for effect, or if she was crying

because she had been caught.   She could cry all night but that wouldn't soften my heart... not one bit!  

"I know you've been talking to him for three or four months, and I know you've had sex with him.   I don't know why you've done all of this but how could I ever trust you in the future?   And why would I ask you to be my wife knowing that you are a cheating slut?   So the best thing for us to do is to go our separate ways and you can spend as much time with Houser as you want.   Us getting married... it's never gonna happen!"

She tried to speak but her sobbing only became louder and more out of control.

I sat in silence as she continued crying and eventually she regained enough control to speak.   "I hate myself for what I've done.   It's not who I am, but... I deserve whatever you want to do.   I can't complain about whatever you decide, but... you may not believe this, and maybe it sounds stupid, but I really do love you and the idea of a future without you is devastating." 

She continued to cry as she delivered her plea.   "I can't expect you to forgive me but if I had a second chance, I would spend every day being the most dedicated girlfriend in the world.   We don't have to get married now, but... please don't kick me out of your life!   Give me a chance and I'll do whatever you want... anything to prove that I love you."

"Would you be willing to let me look at your phone whenever I asked?   And would you let me put a GPS tracker on your car?" I demanded.

"Yes, yes, anything... whatever it takes."

"There's more. One of the disappointing things about this is that you have been uptight and inhibited with me but you let Houser do whatever he wanted, didn't you?" I accused her.

She sat there without responding to my question.

"You sucked his dick and let him cum in your mouth, didn't you?"  It sounded like a question but it was really a declaration. "I'm not good enough for you to do that with me, but Houser is.... Maybe you should marry him!"

"And you let him have anal sex with you, and he came in your ass, didn't he?"

Again, she didn't respond, but the tears started yet again.

"If I didn't love you, I'd kick you out the door and never talk to you again, but..."  I paused, then said, "Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes, then prepare to give me what you denied me for so long!"

Lynn had stopped crying and her face was devoid of emotion.   She was motionless.

"Lynn, did you hear me?   I'm the boss now!   You can either go in the bedroom and wait for me to fuck your cute little asshole, or," I pointed to the front door, "you can walk out that door and never come back.   Do one or the other and, frankly, I really don't care which one you choose."

She stood, looked at the front door, then walked into the bedroom.   "Call me when you're ready," I instructed her.

About two minutes later, Lynn peaked around the corner, wearing just her panties.   "I'm ready."

I walked into the bedroom and found her standing next to the bed, still wearing her panties.

"Turn around," I told her.   "Those panties need to hit the floor."  I knelt on the floor behind her, grasped the waistband on both sides of her panties and quickly pulled them to the floor.   Then I stood, still behind her and whispered in her ear, "Now bend over, pull your butt cheeks apart, and ask me if I like your ass."

She had a puzzled look on her face, and I said, a bit more emphatically, "Do it!"

She leaned forward and quickly spread her cheeks.   I was treated to a grand view of her cute little asshole.   Knowing that my dick would soon be there already had me hard.   

"Turn around and undress me," I commanded.   At this point, she knew to do whatever I told her, so she simply began undressing me.   When I was wearing only my boxers, it was obvious that I had a serious boner.   Again I whispered to her, "Ask me why I'm already hard."

"Ray, why are you so hard already?" she asked in a timid voice.

"I got hard looking at your little asshole.   You know I want to fuck you in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes," she answered with apparent trepidation.

"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?   If that's what you want... ask for it."

"Ray, will you fuck me in my ass?"

"Of course I will, dear, but we need to get ready for it.   Get on the bed, in doggy

position, with your knees at the edge of the bed."

She quickly moved into position.   

"Now, reach between your legs and start playing with your pussy."

She had masturbated before while riding me, but I hadn't seen it often, and I'd never seen it from behind her. She started rubbing her clit and it didn't take long for her to start becoming aroused.

I reached into the bedside stand and retried some Astroglide, along with the rechargeable bullet vibrator that I sometimes used on her.   I turned on the vibrator and put the tip against her butthole.   Her moaning immediately became louder.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she responded affirmatively.

"I'm gonna push this vibrator in your ass," I told her.

"Okay," she responded without hesitation.

I opened the bottle of Astroglide and poured and ample amount in her ass crack so that it would run down to her rosebud.   As soon as I had some lube on the vibrator, I slowly started pushing the vibrator into her ass.   As soon as that happened, it looked like she was ready for an orgasm.   I turned the bullet up to the next power level and she exploded.   Her pussy went into contractions, her ass went into contractions, and she moaned like the whore of Babylon.

"Stop, stop, too much!" she exclaimed.   I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it out of her ass.   

"We're just getting started," I said, then I put the tip of my index finger in her ass crack and started rubbing back and forth across her asshole.   "Do you want my finger in your ass?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

I poured a little more Astroglide into her butt crack, got my finger lubricated, then immediately pushed it in up to my second knuckle.   I began making that " come hither" motion with the tip of my finger while also slowly thrusting my finger in and out of her ass.   "Play with your pussy."

She began rubbing her clit again, and she was soon approaching her second orgasm.   "Would you rather have my dick in your ass?"

"Yes.   Fuck me in my ass now!" she responded.

I stepped forward and started sliding the tip of my hard dick up and down her butt crack.

"Put it in me!" she insisted.

I placed the tip against her asshole and started pushing.   There was very little resistance and I felt my crown move past her sphincter.

"Uhh!   Oh my gawd!" she moaned.   I couldn't tell if that meant it felt good or bad, but I didn't care.   I started fucking her ass like a starving man desperate for food.   "I own your ass now and you're gonna give me anal whenever I tell you to do it."

"Yes, okay, just don't stop.   I wanna feel you cum in my ass."

That was all it took to push me over the edge.   I felt that pressure forming behind my balls, then moving forward until I started erupting like a geyser.   I shot four or five massive squirts of cum into her asshole before I felt my orgasm starting to recede.   

"Rub your clit until you cum.   I wanna feel your ass cum while my dick's still in it."

She quickly complied and I reached forward and started playing with a nipple.   Her breathing became ragged and then I felt waves of contractions in her ass,

squeezing my dick.   I could only imagine how it would feel to start cumming in her ass while she orgasmed.   Hopefully, I would have that experience soon.

Of course, I had no intention of continuing a serious relationship with Lynn.   I only wanted to fuck her ass, cum in her mouth, maybe coerce her into giving me a rim job, and...  if Lynn decided that she no longer wanted to play this game, I would inform her that I had videorecorded our anal sex session.   A threat to send that video to her father, grandfather, little brother, and some of her sorority sisters, and maybe even her boss at the investment firm, and... I knew she'd be furious, but she wouldn't dare take a chance on my actually following through with my threat to expose her.

At last, I was in control again and I would decide how long we played this game,