Leave Me in St. Louis

Recently, one reviewer observed I seemed to have gotten a bit lazy and one dimensional. Could be. I do it as a hobby, not as a trained professional. But I took the words to heart and tried to write something slightly more thoughtful. You will have to be the judge of my success or failure. I'm moderately pleased with the story.

Also, I'm intensely private so I won't ever ask for an editor. I know that drives some crazy, and you will find mistakes in this one also, but so be it. If you've dropped me a line offering to help, thank you, but I must decline. Finally, as always, this story is fictitious, and any fictitious sex is between fictitious consenting adults.

"Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But it's even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody." Anne Voskamp

Ben Travis and Holly Davidson met their sophomore year of high school, the fall of 2012. They were assigned seats next to each other in Mr. Jassik's third hour math class. Ben was smitten by her gorgeous Carolina blue eyes and her feisty personality. Holly pretended not to notice Ben at first, but he had a kind heart and a sense of humor that few could match.

The second day of class he walked in wearing a white lab coat, with a small bag. He unloaded a Bunsen burner, a small pouch of white power, kitty litter and ammonia. Mr. Jassik looked perturbed.

"Alright Mr. Travis, I'll bite. What is all this about?"

Ben looked around nervously and then said with all sincerity, "Oh... math lab! I'm sorry Mr. Jassik, I misunderstood what you said yesterday. This is a MATH lab." The class broke into raucous laughter and cheers. Even Mr. Jassik, who never smiled chuckled, but quickly recovered.

"Put your toys back in the bag and give them to me Ben. That is unless you want me to report you to the ATF and your parents! You can collect your toys after school lets out."

And that was how Holly Davidson began to fall for Ben Travis. He wasn't completely sure of himself around the opposite sex so Holly would tease him mercilessly. She was never mean spirited about it, just mischievous. She took to calling him "Meth" but wouldn't let anyone else join in. "It's my name for Ben and nobody else's," she would often say.

By junior year they were pretty serious. By senior year they were close to inseparable. The only hiccup came when the head cheerleader Sue Jansen asked Ben to the Sadie Hawkins dance. She had no interest in Ben, she just didn't like Holly who was becoming a very attractive young woman but wasn't girlie in the least. Holly ran track and played field hockey as did all her friends. She had no time for, or patience with, what she considered the prissy cheerleaders.

Holly's combination of good looks and disdain for Sue irked the head cheerleader to no end. Ben had the unfortunate luck of being the guy in the middle. He walked into the commons area ten minutes before first bell looking for Holly. It would have been better if he hadn't found her.

"So, Benjamin, I understand you are going to the dance with Sue 'the slut' Jensen."

Ben may not have been the sharpest pencil in the box, but he knew when his mom called his dad Michael Joseph instead of Mick, his dad was in deep shit. He figured he was too. Unfortunately for Ben he didn't have his dad there to warn him about the mind field in which he was standing, so Benjamin plowed right ahead.

"What are you talking about? Of course, I'm not going with Sue, why would I?"

"Because she asked you and she's hot."

"Well, she may be hot, but I don't want to go with her. I want to go with you, but you haven't asked me yet."

"Oh, so you think she's hot? I guess she's better looking than me. Why didn't you tell me she asked you?"

"No, that's not what I mean. She's a different kind of hot, not better, different. Why would I tell you she asked me? I told her no."

"What kind of hot, and what other secrets are you keeping from me?"

Ben was clearly out of his depth. Nobody could save him now.

"I don't know what kind of hot, normal hot I guess. The only secrets I'm keeping have to do with what I'm getting you for Christmas. Damn Holly, what has gotten into you?"

If Ben hadn't been dead in the water already, he was now. Holly burst into tears and ran off while all her friends, but Connie Pearson rushed after her to console her.

Connie look at Ben with venom. "Fuck you Ben. Holly is an amazing girl and you just treated her like shit. I hope she dumps your ass." As she turned to leave she glanced at her boyfriend Matt Chandler. "What?" she asked, daring him to respond.

"Not a damn thing babe," was his correct response. Matt liked Ben, but there was no way in hell he was going to die on that hill for anyone.

It took a few days and a good bit of groveling on Ben's part, but in the end they got it worked out and even had an amazing time at the dance. Holly enjoyed taunting Sue all night.

Graduation rolled around and then college. Living in Nashville meant they had their pick of great schools around the southeast. There was never a question of them going to separate schools. They naturally planned to go tother. In the end they settled on Kentucky. Lexington was only three hours from Nashville so getting home occasionally was easy.

Holley studied secondary education and Ben earned a dule degree in finance and economics. Ben was neither greedy nor obsessed with obtaining wealth, but he was enthralled with how the free-market economy worked. He had a good mind for numbers and finished in the top two percent of his class. Several investment firms sought him out in the spring of his senior year.

Holly loved her studies and only wanted to be with Ben and teach high school. She also finished very high in her class, so it seemed natural for Ben to figure out where he was headed and then she'd begin applying at school districts wherever they landed. Much like their college choice, there was never a question of them going separate ways.

Ben landed on a smaller sized firm in St. Louis, Missouri. They specialized in capital funding of medium start up businesses. St. Louis also held several other plusses. It was only five hours from Nashville, and it was a great town to raise a family. Ben already had his marriage proposal plans worked out and he assumed they'd start a family within five or six years of getting married.

St. Louis was also a decent sports city. The Cardinals and the Blues had been around a long time, but the city had just added an MLS team and St. Louis University offered a passable college basketball team to watch. On top of this biking, running, and walking trails abounded. The fresh produce farmer's market scene was strong. The Fox Theater and the Muny Opera in Forest Park provided plenty of musicals, comedians, and plays. It seemed like a solid choice.

Holly easily landed a job in the U-City school district. University City was immediately west of St. Louis proper and was an odd mix of wealth and poverty. It was also home to the famous "Loop" which had a solid music vibe. In the 20th century music icons like Chuck Berry, Miles Davis and Tina Turner had grown up honing their music skill on Delmar Avenue.

Being fresh out of college Ben and Holly rented a house in Maplewood. It was a perfect spot for a young couple starting out. Lots of night life and restaurants along with parks and easy highway access made it ideal. Many evenings they'd stroll down to Schlafly Bottle Works for a beer and a burger. They began to meet friends and establish a social network.

Their home was also about equal commutes to work. Ben drove his 2014 Honda Accord into Clayton everyday while Holly went slightly further to U-City High in her 2019 Nissan Pathfinder. Both newlyweds usually home by 6:30 or 7 at the latest. Ben traveled about six times a year, so they had plenty of time to learn how to enjoy and navigate being husband and wife.

Neither Ben nor Holly had been players in college. Since they met and dated in high school they didn't spend their college years fucking around at every Frat and Sorority party. Each had strayed slightly once or twice when having too much to drink, but those were nothing serious. Not even full sex. Holly's sophomore year she'd given a Pi Kappa Alpha a blow job during a drunken dare but the guy was seriously afraid Ben would find out and kick his ass so he kept his mouth shut which was more than he could say for Holly.

Likewise, Ben had made out with a young teacher's assistant his senior year when Holly was on spring break, and he was stuck at school finishing his senior project for finance. He was pissed, missing his girl, and had a few in him when the cute TA offered to keep him company. Fortunately for him, they both passed out before it got beyond each being naked from the waist up. Ben vaguely remembered she had awesome tits, but otherwise it was an innocent encounter.

Sex between them however was healthy and robust as is normal with two young people in love. They learned on the fly and had the occasional misstep. Ben could go too hard to fast and for her part Holly could be overly critical of her abilities. There were a few bumps along the way, but when the wedding night hit, they already had some idea of how to please their partner.

The wedding was in June and the honeymoon was in Paris. Both sets of parents had done well, and both chipped in for the trip. They stayed on the Isle of St. Louis in the heart of the city. Within walking distance of Notre-Dame and the Louvre, they found a small apartment to rent for two weeks. It was on the third floor which allowed them to slip away from the noise of the busy streets below.

Their days were filled with wonderful food and wine, sex, long walks with lots of picture taking, sex, watching the sunset from the Eiffel Tower, sex, shopping, sex and well, you get the picture.

When they returned Ben launched right into his job. Holly had six weeks before the start of school, so she began exploring her new town. She learned about the grocery stores, Forest Park, (at 5200 acres it is the biggest urban park in the continental USA, 500 acres bigger than Central Park in NYC.) and a host of other local spots.

The one with the most baring on this tale was Soulard Farmer's Market on the southside of St. Louis close to Lafyette Square and the brewery. The largest market of its kind in StL, Soulard boasted two long rows of fruits, vegetables, meats (live and butchered) flowers, rugs, t-shirts, and local novelties. On a weekend morning one could spend an hour or two meandering amongst the vendors looking for just the right ingredients. Holly loved doing just that.

And so, the first four years of their marriage went about as seamlessly as could be hoped for. Holly settled in at U-City and enjoyed the challenge of teaching many students who came from impoverished homes. She seemed to thrive on the challenge and even some of the tougher kids had to admit she was the real deal. She had a few scares with hallway fights and some blatant disrespect, but she was learning the ropes and finding her stride as an educator. She even talked to Ben about applying to St. Louis U or Washington U for a master's in teaching.

Ben was also doing well. He had his first promotion early in year three and was in line for another at the five-year mark. His income was solid, and his supervisor agreed he was a very quick learner. He easily adapted and changed when necessary and had a way of bringing others along with new ideas even when they were reluctant. His boss was torn between pushing into a management route or keeping him in finance proper. In the end, she'd explain both options to Ben and see what direction felt good to him.

Then there was the sex. Like almost all newlyweds the sex didn't slow down after the honeymoon. Ben was applying himself to learning what Holly liked or didn't. He was sensitive and caring while at the same time occasionally pushing her out of her box. The first night they made love on their back patio Ben had Holly naked except for panties around her ankles and a U of K t-shirt loosely hanging around her neck. He also had her bent over the table and was riding her hard. For her part she was loving it, but also worried a neighbor might spy them. She was trying to keep her moans and squeals down when Ben did something he'd never done before. He began spanking her ass.

He had read in Cosmo that many women enjoyed playful spanking during sex. He had no idea if Holly would or not. Had Ben been married for 10-15 years he would have simply asked her, but he was still young, so he decided just to give it a go. Fortunately for Ben, Holly discovered that night she enjoyed being a bit submissive and the feeling she got from her man taking control. Once he started smacking her rump Holly felt the most intense orgasm of her life hit. She stopped worrying about being quiet.

Smack! "Oh, fuck Ben, yes, fuck me!"

"I'll fuck you alright" Smack, Smack!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, yessssss Ben give it to me, spank my ass!"

Smack, Smack! "Yes, Holly, I love your tight little ass. I'm going to spank you and fuck you hard!"

"Yes, Ben, hard! Give it to your slutty wife hard you fucker!"

Smack, Smack, Smack, Ben continued until he erupted in orgasm and collapsed on top of his very satisfied wife.

Breathing heavily, he rested on top of her for a moment. "Damn Holly where did that come from? That was completely amazing!"

"I don't know but I LOVED the way you took me tonight Ben. That was so fucking hot!"

Ben pulled her up and turned her around embracing her. "I like knowing my handprints will be on my wife's gorgeous ass all day tomorrow." He kissed her deeply and she responded in kind. Ben backed them up and then dropped onto one of the overstuffed patio chairs, Holly straddling him while smothering him with kisses and a clenching embrace.

She held him tightly for a few minutes resting her head on his shoulder, then looked up with a nasty grin. "I want a ride cowboy," she whispered in his ear. "Can you try to buck me off?" Youthfulness has its benefits and hubby was immediately rock hard. "Do your worst bitch" he replied with an evil grin. The next day both were a bit sluggish at work.

Two years later, after the dust had settled from their marriage blowing up, Holly would opine she'd never gone looking for sex outside their marriage. It was a perfect storm that blew their world apart. I guess you'll have to be the judge of whether you believe her or not. In the end, I'm not sure it matters one way or another...

It was a cool spring Saturday morning a few weeks after their patio romp. Ben was on one of his rare out of town trips. Holley decided she would head to Soulard Market first thing and then get a workout in before lunch. Most vendors were up and running when she arrived around 7 AM. She spent about forty minutes picking out fruits and vegetables. She also left with a nice bouquet of flowers.

Holly was always careful about her surroundings. Working with high school students made her cautious about what was going on around her. A situation could go from peaceful to a five-alarm fire with young teenagers in the blink of an eye so paying attention was a good habit to form.

It was that instinct that caused her to notice four young men across the street hanging out close to her car. They weren't doing anything wrong, but they had a bad look about them. Holley moved carefully, not trying to draw attention to herself but also not crossing the street until she put her car between herself and the young bucks.

She didn't rush, she didn't want to appear nervous. She also didn't make eye contact, but she didn't look at the ground either. She didn't want to seem week or make an easy target if the young men had malicious intentions. She was almost to her car when things started to unravel. One of the young men began walking to her side of the car.

"Hey baby, what's up?"

"Just doing some shopping that's all. Going to meet my husband." Obviously Ben was out of town, but she'd read this kind of personal information could keep someone from doing something stupid. Her new admirer didn't bite.

"How about you let hubby wait and bring that fine ass over here and hang with us for a while sugar?"

"Thanks, but I've got to run." Holly's voice now sounded nervous. She knew that was a bad give away but if she could just get to the car...

He was now next to her almost between her and the car and another of the group was coming around the other side. In two seconds, they'd have her blocked in.

"Nah, bitch, you too fine to ignore studs like us. Come on, my crib is right around the corner. Come party with us." She could now feel his breath on her neck.

Holly began to panic, "Please, I just need to go home. Please."

"Oh, you be sayin please quite a bit in a few minutes slut. But don't worry we always take care of our bitches who beg us nicely, don't we bro?"

There was virtually nobody else on the street that time of morning. Holly now regretted parking at the entrance of an alleyway. She hesitated and the hunters swarmed their prey. One man put his hand over Holly's mouth and roughly grabbed her, while another pulled her bags from her. A third took Holly's free arm and pinned it to her side as the fourth came around and lifted her legs off the ground so she couldn't run away or defend herself by kicking.

They were laughing at about halfway down the alley when a large shadow appeared out of seemingly nowhere. He'd come up behind them blocking their exit out of the narrow passage between the buildings. When Holly turned her head she saw a huge man, with a very dark skin tone, probably 6'4" very muscular with a very calm but menacing look on his face.

"Tyson," he said in a low baritone voice. "How many times to I have to tell you to take your shit punk ass elsewhere and leave the people in my neighborhood alone?"

"This ain't no concern of yours Carl" the young man shot back while releasing his had from Holly's mouth.

"Tyson, this is my hood, not yours and unless you want another ass beating you and your bitches better let this lovely young woman go and move on."

"Who you calling bitches?" One of her other assailants growled trying to appear tough and unafraid.

Carl didn't hesitate, he walked directly to him picked him up with one hand and flung him into a pile of garbage bags. "I know you're not talking to me with that tone Silas. Now get the fuck out of here before I get seriously upset."

There was no longer any hesitation. The four young men fled calling curses over their shoulders as they beat a hasty retreat down the sidewalk. Carl walked over to Holly and helped her to her feet.

"I'm sorry about that miss, those boys are mostly harmless but every once and a while they get too big for their britches and need a quick yank to put them back in line. I'm Carl."

Holly was still trying to process what happened. She looked at him blankly and said, "I'm Holly, thank you." And then she fell into his arms sobbing, releasing the pent-up fear and emotions of the last three minutes.

Carl held her knowing folks unfamiliar with life in the city could have an intense reaction to such a frightening experience. He let her cry until she slowed and then he released her, sat her on the curb and began picking up her spilled packages. Carl also reached in his pocket and handed Holly a hand kerchief so she could wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

When she looked up Holly was able to focus on the ruggedly handsome man for the first time. He was older, mid 40's, strongly built, calm but full of self-confidence. He had large hands, no wedding ring. Carl had an easy smile.

"I'm so sorry, I must look a mess," Holly said, wiping her nose again. "My name is Holly Travis, and I can't thank you enough for saving me."

"Well like I said miss, the youngsters are more smoke than fire. My guess is they would have gotten scared and let you go, but I wasn't going to take that chance. Don't let those punks fuck with folks, I'm sorry, excuse me, mess with folks in my neighborhood."

Holly immediately liked Carl. He reminded her of one of the security officers back at her high school in Nashville. A mountain of a man who didn't take shit from any students, but also had an easy caring way about him. The boys knew not to cross him and many of the girls, Holly included, had a small crush on him.

Carl helped Holly to her feet. She was a little uneasy, so he kept one arm around her waist, and she leaned on him as he walked her back to her car. He took her key and unlocked the door, dropping her small bags in the back seat. Closing the door, he noticed Holly was leaning against the car still not steady on her feet.

"Well Holly Travis, I live right there across the street and as you can see I have two Adirondack chairs on my front stoop. You don't look like you're quite ready to drive so why don't you come sit down for a few minutes and I'll get you a cup of coffee or tea."

"That is very kind Carl, thank you" Holly replied.

They crossed the street and made their way up the five steps to Carl's front door. Holly was about to sit when Carl headed inside. He turned and saw the look on her face. "No worries mon amour, nobody will bother you while you're on my porch."

Holly asked for tea and in a few moments Carl was seated next to her sipping his piping hot coffee while she enjoyed a delicious Ceylon. After a few minutes they were chatting about jobs, family, her young husband, moving to St. Louis and a host of other topics. She explained that Ben usually came with her but was out of town that weekend. He gave her advice on how to keep a better eye out for young punks who may be up to no good. An hour passed quickly.

Holly looked at her apple watch and sighed, "Carl, again, I can't thank you enough. Now I've taken too much of your day and I really must be going."

As he walked her to her car he said, "Holly, I'm glad Ben comes with you to the market most days. I'd like to meet him sometime. However, if he's not around, just come knock on my door. I'm home most Saturdays and would be delighted to do a lap or two around the market to ensure your safety."

Without really thinking, Holly went to her tiptoes and gave Carl a kiss on the cheek. "You can count on it Carl." With that she slid into her car and drove home. Carl smiled and waved as she departed. He was grinning from ear to ear.

Later in the day Ben called. Holly wasn't sure why, but she didn't tell him about the events of that morning. She mentioned shopping but not the young troublemakers or her new friend Carl. She told herself she didn't want Ben to fret about her while away, but she also realized she enjoyed having a secret friend, somebody who was her champion, her protector. Someone she didn't share with Ben. So, they chatted casually for ten minutes, exchanged "I love you" and hung up.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and Holly decided to take a long soak after dinner. While she unwound deep in the bubble bath she realized she began to be upset with Ben. "Why wasn't he there when she needed him?" "If he had been there would he have been able to protect her as Carl did or would those punks have beaten him up?" "He was a fine husband, but he wasn't a big brute like Carl who could have easily dispatched of the entire group with little to no effort. "Yes," she decided, "It was Ben's fault she'd almost been hurt or worse this morning."

Holly's attention then turned to Carl. His deep dark skin and chocolate eyes that seemed to take in everything. His strong physique but even-tempered emotion. How quickly he went from defender to provider making sure Holly was OK and had what she needed. After a moment she realized her fingers were gliding over her sex. She was becoming aroused thinking about her knight in shining armor and how he'd rescued her. But her conscious then ruined it by reminding her she was married to Ben, who truly was the love of her life.

Before she drifted off to sleep she allowed her fingers a few more minutes to provid stimulation. Holly began with gentle stroking but after a couple of minutes her breathing intensified as she whispered, "Fuck me Ben, fuck me Ben... fuck me Carl..." She came hard digging her fingers into her hungry pussy without realizing she'd changed names during her orgasm.

"Maybe next Saturday," she thought before she drifted off to sleep, "I'll go back alone and walk around a bit with Carl. Everyone will see and after that, nobody will mess with me." At least that is what she told herself before falling into a deep slumber.

By the time Ben returned home Monday afternoon, Holly was over her snit. She didn't lavish Ben with affection, but she wasn't cold either. She gave him a very nice kiss and hug before asking about his time away. Everything had gone very well, and his team was awarded the newest company project, developing an investment strategy for more midsize companies on the east coast. The Carolinas, Tennessee, and Florida were all experiencing rapid growth and with growth came opportunity. Ben lost Holly with some of his technical jargon, but she smiled seeing how exited he was to be growing in his career.

Sex that night wasn't lightning bolts and thunder, but it was very adequate. Holly came twice in about thirty minutes, with her second orgasm coming as she imagined Carl on top of her taking her married pussy and making it his. Blissfully ignorant of wife's small fantasy, Ben assumed he was getting better as a lover.

For some reason Holly decided against going to Soulard on Saturday. She still didn't want to share Carl with anyone. She also didn't want to introduce Ben to Carl for fear Carl would talk about how they met, and Ben would be livid his wife didn't tell him about her near miss or Carl's intervention.

She made up a story about wanting to go west, out to St. Charles and check out their riverfront historic district. They could also take their bikes and do ten or fifteen miles on the Katy trail that traversed Missouri following the river by the same name. They had a delightful day and Holly had almost forgotten about the previous week. She enjoyed her spouse throughout the day, and they made passionate love that evening before taking a hot bubble bath together.

It wasn't until the middle of the next week that Holly decided she needed to see Carl and enjoy his company. She wanted to get to know him better but how could she arrange this since Saturday morning had become their new tradition? Eventually she settled on a plan.

Friday evening, she came home in a pretend huff. When Ben queried why she was out of sorts she lied and said it had been a very taxing two days with people bombarding her from every direction. She went on a make-believe journey about obnoxious students, unreasonable parents, and a lack of support from her supervisor which led to more issues. Ben was looking at her with compassion when she sprung the final part of her scheme.

"Ben, I know we always spend Saturday mornings together and I love that, but could we push that off to lunch or early afternoon tomorrow, I feel the need to take a walk and have some alone time. I'd like to go to the market by myself for a couple hours then when I get back we can check out one of the wineries out in Augusta we've been talking about."

Ben suspected nothing. Why should he? "Absolutely Holly," Her understanding husband replied. "I'll sleep in a bit, go work out then meet you back here around 12:30."

Holly smiled to herself. The plan worked to perfection.

When Holly dressed Saturday morning she put on black leggings and a sky-blue tank top. She wasn't overly busty, 35b, but the top made her boobs, stand up a bit taller. Throwing on her Bomba socks and Asics walking shoes, she was out the door at 6:45 AM humming to herself while Ben slept away. On the ten-minute drive to Soulard she realized she was aroused and mildly wet. She kept both hands on the wheel, to avoid stroking herself.

Carl was sitting on his porch sipping his coffee when he saw her car arrive. He smiled to himself. "They always come back to daddy Carl," he mused as the sexy young housewife emerged waving at him. His second thought was also pleasant. "She left hubby at home. Good for her."

Holly walked up to Carl and gave him a very loose hug. Carl reciprocated likewise. Had Ben been there he would not have felt the greeting was inappropriate on any level.

"Hi Carl, how have you been?"

"Good Holly. Better now that I get to see you doing well. I hope the unsettling event of a couple weeks ago hasn't put you off about our neighborhood and market."

"No, I was still shaken by the time I got home, and it did take a while to unwind. But you coming to my rescue and then time sitting and talking made me feel safe."

"How did your husband, Ben I think is his name, react to the situation when you told him?"

Carl noticed Holly's eyes went slightly up and to the right, "She's looking for her words," he thought. Whatever she tells me next will be a lie.

"Yes, it is Ben. He was relieved that someone came along to help me. He's also taking me to Bass Pro Shot this weekend to get me some pepper spray to carry on my key chain."

"She never told him, good girl again!" Carl mused.

"Well, as I said, I'm jealous for my neighborhood and want folks to feel safe. I'm glad I was around. Now, how much time do you have? Should we shop the market, or would you prefer a cup of tea first? I have a kettle on the boil."

"A cup of tea first sounds wonderful. I'm not in a big rush. I have at least a couple hours."

So, Carl and Holly enjoyed the next hour on his porch. It was a very mild late spring morning so being outside was perfect. They finished their drinks and began strolling through the market. Carl was very careful to be the perfect gentleman. He only touched her twice, and both times were to move her out of the pathway of someone coming the other way who she didn't see. Nobody would suspect they were anything other than friends.

At the same time, he continued to complement her on everything. The fruits, veggies, and spices she picked out allowed him to praise her for assumed abilities in the kitchen. Her looking for the best price gave him the chance to talk about her thrift. He also threw in the occasional comment about her eyes, or smile. Nothing over the top or coming close to inappropriate, however more than enough to send Holly the right signal that Carl was interested.

For her part Holly returned the complements. She again spoke of how safe she felt with him around. She laughed easily at his jokes and even smacked his arm a couple times in a playful manner that was intended to tell him she was becoming very comfortable with him.

Yes, Carl and Holly were playing the same courting game of cat and mouse, men and women have been playing since the dawn of time. While it isn't documented in the bible, there is a very good chance Adam would occasionally sneak a pinch of Eve's butt and she'd playfully slap his hand away and pretend she didn't like it!

The difference with this match was one contestant was a seasoned pro, the other a complete rookie. Carl already knew he'd fuck her. It was only a matter of care and timing. Holly, on the other hand, was completely naive. She was enjoying the flirting, but assumed Carl was just another friendly guy who was fun to be around.

Two hours flew by and the third was half over when Holly knew she needed to get home and ready for her date with Ben, whom she hadn't thought about all morning. That realization made her flinch for a quick second, but then she pushed it out of mind.

Before she departed, Carl asked if she'd be back next week, with Ben perhaps? Holly had been thinking about this all morning and was ready with her answer.

"Carl, I told Ben I'd enjoy the occasional Saturday morning on my own. I love my husband and our time together, but a girl needs some alone time just for herself occasionally. I've asked Ben if we can do every other Saturday morning and allow me two a month to come to Soulard, or some other venue."

"Some other venue my ass," Carl thought to himself. "That sounds reasonable Holly, but I'd be more than happy to have Ben join us any Saturday." Putting her at ease and keeping the safe feelings going in the right direction was all part of his master plan.

"You're too kind Carl, and yes, I may bring Ben along some Saturday," she lied as she unlocked and opened her car door.

The time was now. Carl reached down and gave her the slightest peck on the cheek and quickly stood back up, again, all looking very innocent. Holley smiled.

"Well, I'd be proud to know the man smart enough to marry such a beautiful intelligent woman Holly. It was a lovely morning. I hope you enjoy your afternoon with Ben. I'll keep an eye out for you in a couple of weeks. Be careful and drives safe now." With that Carl gently closed her door and walked back to his porch, only looking back, and waving after he had crossed the street. "Always keep them wondering," he chuckled to himself.

The afternoon with Ben was also very nice. They found a winery named Chandler Hill and enjoyed a late lunch and some wine. Missouri doesn't really have the climate for growing good grapes to compete with Napa, Sanoma or even Willamette in Oregon but they tried the local faire and made the best of the mediocre vino.

However, to Ben, Holly felt a bit off, distant as it were. He had to repeat himself several times and he also noticed Holly didn't take that much care in prepping for their time together. He didn't expect her to dress to the nines whenever they went out, but she was usually meticulous about her appearance. Today her hair and makeup with both no better than sloppy and her jeans were an older pair that didn't do anything to make her ass look attractive. Ben found her dress and attitude less than desirable, but he chalked it up to a tough week. Later, he thought back to these initial small warning signs and realized he'd been a bit of a naïve sap.

During the next four months into the September Holly and Ben fell into their "every other Saturday" routine. Two afternoons and two mornings to give Holly some quiet time and space as far as Ben knew. Seeing Carl twice a month for several hours at a time made Holly find him more attractive, more friendly, and more alluring. She was the proverbial frog in the slowing boiling pot of water.

Merchants in their booths took notice. Regulars assumed they were an item. There were even a couple times when they ran into other teachers from her school. Both played it very casual and were able to avoid suspicion.

Carl knew instinctively his time to bed Holly was fast approaching. She touched him more often, even occasionally holding his hand for a few seconds here and there. Carl didn't rush. He wanted his vixen more than a little hot and bothered for him. When he struck he needed her to think it was all her doing, her desires that drove them to intimacy.

All this time, however Ben was becoming more suspicious. Holly thought she was playing it so cool, but Ben was troubled. Their sex had gone from three to four times a week to twice and week, then recently to once. Holly was loving and kind, but he felt like a part of her was being held back, denied him. He wasn't stupid. He thought about Saturday mornings and where she might be off to, but if he followed her and she found out, he knew she'd blow a gasket. So, he did what most husbands do when hoping for the best but suspecting the worst; he kept his mouth shut and his eyes open.

It was a rainy mild weekend in early October when Carl took Holly and made her his submissive fuck toy. Ben was on the east coast at one of his quarterly trips. Carl wanted the entire weekend without interruption to bend her to his will. Holly showed up a Saturday around 8 AM wearing a rain jacket over her overall denim shorts, a short-sleeve white V-neck t-shirt and Clara healed leather boots. The boots were sexy but also comfortable for walking the market. They never got that far.

Since it was raining Carl invited Holly in for a hot cup of tea. It wasn't that cool out, but the tea was nice given the rain. They sat inside instead of on the porch and chatted for a few minutes. Holly was asking Carl questions about his background, so he got out an old scrapbook and invited her to look. He set it on the ottoman which Holly quickly straddled. She began leafing through it stopping to ask questions about his childhood and family. Carl had been a handsome young man who turned into a hot middle-aged man. Holly felt the normal dampness between her legs that was present any time she was with him. In the confines of his small living room Carl could smell her attraction.

At one point Carl was kneeling behind her on the ottoman, leaning in and explaining interesting tidbits as she turned the pages. In response she pushed back into him. The moment had come. Carl began massaging her shoulders. Holly moaned slightly as his strong hands worked magic on her. Carl took this as a green light and told Holly he could do a better job if the straps from the overalls weren't in the way. Holly quickly undid them, and they fell away along with the front bib of the outfit. Carl now had free access to her young firm tits.

As Carl kept massaging, Holly set the book aside and stopped pretending this moment was anything other than the erotic encounter she wanted. She was giving herself to this man, not her husband and all she wanted was for him to take her and fuck her. She hoped he would own her. Holly's moans became louder, and she began holding onto Carl's forearms as he continued to reel her in. Part of Carl's plan was always for the woman to indicate in some way what she wanted. This time with Holly was no different.

Carl leaned down to be close to her ear. When he spoke his breath on the nap of her neck almost made her orgasm. "Holly, unhook your bra, then pull it out and hand it to me."

Holly slightly gasped at his request, but after only the slightest hesitation she did as he requested. She pulled the bra out from under her shirt and handed it to her soon to be lover. Carl took it and threw it to the floor. This time when his hands returned they didn't stop at her shoulders. Carl began caressing her breast from the outside but quickly maneuvered his hands to her belly when he found her skin. He pushed back up moving the t-shirt over her tits which he began to maul as he kissed her neck, cheeks and finally mouth. She eagerly opened for his invading tongue and moaned into his mouth as he was well on his way to ravishing this young beauty.

Next Carl slid his right hand down into her shorts and under her panties. She was wet and her hips pushed back as his fingers found her clit. She wanted it so bad she was rocking back and forth as he finger fucked her. Holly was most definitely a bitch in heat.

After a moment of this foreplay, Carl stood her up and spun her around taking Holly into a full embrace. He leaned down and again smothered her mouth with his as he roughly squeezed her bubble butt with his strong hands. Her tongue was fighting back, but it was a losing battle. She was melting when he suddenly pulled her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She yelped and protested as he swatted her ass hard while taking her to the bedroom, where he promptly threw the half-naked girl onto the bed. He towered over her as he removed his shirt and then his shorts.

"Yes indeed" he thought. "She's a girl, but I'm going to make her a woman."

Holly muttered "OH MY' when she saw his cock. It wasn't grotesquely large like some crazy porn star. But it was bigger than Ben and wider as well. Ben was a healthy six inches when hard and wide enough to fill Holly. Carl had to be seven inches and twice as thick. He knew he'd have to go slow.

For the next two hours Carl used his tongue, fingers, and dick on his newest acquisition. She moaned loudly when his mouth gave her the first of many orgasms. He then moved to fingers and tongue, a combination he had perfected over the years. Two more orgasms for Holly. Before Carl fucked her he pulled her to her knees and pushed his cock to her lips. She greedily took him in and thought of nothing else but pleasing her stud lover with her mouth and throat.

Once satisfied she was completely at his mercy, he pushed her onto her back and told her to open her legs. Three months ago, this act would have seemed lewd and degrading for Holly. Today she eagerly complied and as she pulled herself wide for her lover she moaned, "Please Carl, fuck me, fuck me with your big fat cock. Take me and make me yours."

The first penetration drew another shattering orgasm from Holly. He filled her so much with his length and girth that her eyes were rolling back in her head, and she was gasping for breath. For his part, Carl knew how much a tight young pussy meant more pleasure for him. His gaze was intense as he slowly but deliberately pushed into the cheating wife. Moans turned into groans as he became more intentional about pounding into her. Holly yelped, the hissed, finally crying out as sheer decadence took over. Carl only lasted about ten minutes in her sweet cunt before spewing his seed deep into her womb.

Carl collapsed next to Holly on the bed both sweating in total satisfaction.

Carl now sealed the deal. "Holly, this felt so right to me. but you have a husband. If this was wrong and you're feeling guilty, tell me. I've come to care a great deal for you, and I would never want to hurt you." He knew the answer before she responded but experience told him with a first-time betrayer, you needed to give them enough rope to hang themselves so they couldn't come back to you and claim innocence or being emotionally manipulated. Holly fell right in line.

"No Carl, I wanted this as much or more than you. Ever since that morning you saved me, I've felt so safe and secure when I'm around you. Ben is a great guy, but you do something to me and for me he can't. It makes me want to give myself to you and be with you. Today is the only logical conclusion to my heartfelt emotional connection to you."

With that, Carl rose and brought both some water. "Well then my love," Carl said moving their cups to the nightstand when they finished refueling. "Let me show you what a real man can do."

For the next ninety minutes Carl fucked Holly mercilessly. Twice again on the bed, once bent over the kitchen counter, once with her riding him on the ottoman and again in his large shower. Holly lost track of how many orgasms she had. She also knew it would be tough to walk without discomfort after this weekend, but Ben wouldn't be home until Monday night.

They ate lunch then fucked. They napped for a couple hours then fucked. Carl took her out to dinner at a small, secluded spot safe from prying eyes. They fucked in his F-150 pickup before returning home. They fucked off and on all night and then hit the repeat button on Sunday. The only interruptions were when Ben called, and she paused to lie to him with complete ease. When Holly stumbled into the home she shared with Ben Sunday evening she was conflicted. She'd just experienced the best sex of her life because of the emotional connection with her stud. At the same time, she had no desire to hurt Ben. She'd loved him since high school but there was no denying what she was feeling.

For his part Ben knew something was amiss the moment he arrived home Monday evening. Holly was in a bathrobe and had been soaking in the tub, something she never did during the week. When she rose to hug him he could tell she winced from some discomfort. When he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply he knew she wasn't giving everything. Even as Holly assumed she was greeting her man in a manner that would mask her weekend exploits, Ben knew he'd lost her.

If there was any doubt left Holly feigned a yeast infection and begged off sex. She told him it had begun on Sunday morning and was getting worse. Ben obliged but as he put his things away he quickly gave the bathroom and her nightstand a quick look. He saw no over the counter creams for her ailment. He saw no prescription from her doctor. "Odd" he thought, "If it's so bad Holly, where is your medication?" One more clue he'd married a liar.

Ben wasn't about to rush into anything. He had a good start to a career and at 29 he could easily remarry although the thought of trusting a woman wasn't very appealing now. Married not quite six years, their assets were still relatively modest. They'd break even or better with the house sale and no kids meant no alimony. He mulled it over, but in the end, if she was cheating, he'd divorce her as quickly as possible.

In the immediate future Ben was faced with two problems. The fist being, he had to prove his wife was indeed a cheating whore. Hearsay or inuendo wouldn't cut it. Missouri was a no-fault state, but he'd never even considered being unfaithful to Holly and there was more at stake than just a legal decision. Friends and family would need to know the truth about their breakup. Ben began plotting his approach to catching Holly red handed.

Secondly, Ben was broken hearted but also furious. They'd been together since high school and now six years in she's a cheating slut? He had no desire to ever touch her again. He could stay away from sex for two weeks due to Holly's own lie about a yeast infection. Google doc said seven days for the ointment to clear it up then another seven to allow for a full recovery.

Ben knew he could conjure up a reason for a week-long trip back east but after that he'd be out of options. However, if Holly had a lover it also dawned on him she may want nothing to do with him as well. Who was to say she even wanted to touch him? He assumed she would, if for no other reason than to cover up her indulgences but maybe not. He knew he had at least a couple weeks to find out.

Ben woke on Tuesday morning and put his plan into action. He was out the door before Holly came down for breakfast. He left her a text. "Lots to catch up on at the office, bye." Later in the morning he sent her another text. "Tim asked me to join his pickleball league. Since they play on Saturday mornings, and you like to be alone then I said yes. Starts this Saturday."

For Holly's part she was miffed. He didn't even stick his head in the bathroom while she was showering to say goodbye. Usually, he'd sneak in and grab her ass even if he had to run. At lunch she read the second note and was again put out. "What the fuck? He didn't even ask me if it was OK. At least I talked to him." She hit send before the absurdity of what she wrote entered her mind. "Yes slut" she thought to herself. "You asked him if he'd give you space to pursue fucking Carl. So courteous of you!"

At the same time Holly was getting wet thinking about every Saturday with her lover. It would be marvelous to be in his arms, the object of his desire every week. Holly began envisioning a life with Carl instead of Ben. Carl was strong, rugged, handsome, and self-confident, able to handle himself in any situation. The kind of man's man a woman could trust and respect. Ben, on the other hand, was a good man, moral, caring, and strong in his own way. But compared to Carl? No, in Holly's eyes Ben fell short in every area.

Holly got home from school at her normal time about an hour before Ben. She showered and made dinner. On the way home she remembered to buy some antifungal ointment and now squeezed some into a tissue and flushed it. She needed to keep up the ruse not knowing it was already too late. She then proceeded to make some dinner being mindful of the fact she'd let Ben know he couldn't treat her the way he did earlier in the day. She was his wife. She deserved respect! Again, the lunacy of her thinking hit her, but never phased her.

For his part, Ben had done a couple things in preparation. He'd explained his situation to his co-worker and friend Tim. He had no reason to suspect Holly would ever ask Tim about softball. The only time she saw Tim was at company functions which were mostly holiday parties late in the year. It would be over by then. Tim was only too happy to help him "burn the bitch" as he put it. That made Ben smile.

Secondly, he determined a way to follow Holly without being caught. He and Tim would trade cars on Saturday morning for the next 2-3 weeks. That way he'd have time to get the proof he needed without being seen. He also decided on a small disguise. Nothing elaborate. An old baseball cap, an old jacket, ratty sneakers and jeans from a thrift store. Next a cane to go along with a fake limp and a beat-up pair on sunglasses. He'd also picked up some cheap stage rouge with which he cold darken his complexion.

It was amazing how someone could change a few things and go completely unnoticed by a person who knew them intimately. The human brain is quite adept at processing information in the blink of an eye. One could see their own mother or brother in an uncommon setting and if dressed differently with altered mannerisms they could pass within a foot or two and the brain would tell them they were looking at a stranger. Ben was set.

Dinner was more quiet than usual. Each asked about the other's day, but the tension hung in the air until Holly spoke up.

"Ben I was hurt this morning by how you left. You didn't kiss me goodbye. Then you sent me a text telling me about Saturday without even talking to me about it. I don't care if you play pickleball but at least do me the courtesy of a conversation in which I'm included."

Ben looked up, pretended to think about it for a second and then said, "Sure."

"Sure what Ben?"

"Sure, next time I'll talk to you about it."

"Is that all?"

"I'm sorry, I'm agreeing with you what is the issue?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"Aren't you going to apologize for this morning?"

"OK, I'm sorry for this morning Holly."

"Wow that was so sincere Ben. Why are you being such a prick?"

Ben really wanted to say, "I don't know Holly, why are you being a lying and deceiving cunt." However, he'd been unknowingly cucked by this bitch, and he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.

"Gee, I don't know Holly, why are you riding my ass? You wanted space, you got it. I don't kiss you every time you demand to be kissed and I'm a prick. Unlike you, I made a decision that has zero impact on our time together as a couple, and you tell me I need to ask your permission? I think you should get over yourself Holly." Ben probably would have been better off if he'd left the last sentence off, but at this point he didn't give a flying fuck.

Holly burst into tears and fled the kitchen. She slammed and locked the bedroom door, threw herself on the bed and sobbed. For his part Ben thought to himself, "These burgers aren't bad, but they could use some salt."

Later that night on the couch Ben realized if his plan was going to work, he'd have to tone down the rhetoric. He needed to play nice for a month before he could drop hammer. If Holly caught on the gig would be up.

Ben left again early that morning and had to dig a clean shirt and slacks out of the laundry room so he wouldn't disturb Holly. However, on the way in he ordered some flowers to be sent to her classroom with a note, "I'm sorry I was a jerk, XXOO Ben".

Holly was still upset when she left for school so to put herself in a better mood she texted Carl. "Can't want for a repeat this weekend. I'm now free every Saturday morning, love Holly." That cheered her up right away. The flowers arrived third hour and all the girls ooohhed and aaahhed over the bouquet. When she read the note she thought, "Good boy."

For the next three weeks Holly and Ben lived a relatively normal existence. As Ben suspected, Holly's "yeast infection story" kept him from making up lame excuses to not initiate sex. He'd give her a kiss on the cheek or a light hug, but nothing more than a brother would give a sister, or a friend give a friend. Nothing he did could be construed as romantic or sexual. He did hold her hand occasionally, just to make sure he didn't completely disengage.

For her part Holly reciprocated, never stopping long enough to think about Ben's lack of affection. She was too caught up in her fantasy life. For the next three Saturday's Holly continued fucking Carl. Each week sinking deeper and deeper into the emotional attachment she was feeling. She also dressed to please him sexually.

The first week she wore a short denim skirt and light cardigan sweater with no bra or panties and her favorite cowboy boots. Carl loved taking her doggie style smacking her ass and looking at her ass, but the boots put him in overdrive.

Later they took a walk around the market since it was key Holly return home with several purchases to continue the ruse. As they strolled along Carl accidentally bumped into a hunched over guy walking with a severe limp and a cane. It caused the man to drop his bag of carrots and green beans.

"Oh, I'm sorry brother" Carl said sincerely as both he and Holly scrambled to help pick up the stranger's vegetables. "Are you OK?"

The unfamiliar gentlemen responded in a gravely voice, "Yes, fine, fine, no problem, thank you." Holly handed the man his bag and they moved on, not realizing she'd just looked at the face of her husband and was clueless to his identity.

The second Saturday Holly arrived in jeans and a sweatshirt but carrying a small gym bag. Carl had confessed to her he had a teacher his senior year of high school who was a real bitch. Mrs. Carter was always mean to him, but she also seemed to enjoy teasing him. Two years later he ran into her at a booster event for his former high school football team. He took her out to her car, bent her over the hood and spanked her ass before plowing the bitch right out of her.

The thought of fucking a former student was lost on Holly. Nothing about that was appealing to her, but pleasing her man was. When she came out of his bedroom she had on a tight black polka dot skirt with a white button up the front business blouse. To finish the outfit she had on stockings, a garter belt and push up bra. Her hair was in a tight ponytail. In her right hand she held a ruler.

"Now Carl," she said in a harsh tone, "Why are you acting up in my class? You are a naughty, naughty boy who needs to learn a lesson." She pointed to the kitchen table. "Pull down your pants and bend over my desk right now young man."

Carl immediately obeyed but when he did, his big thick erection made her gasp. "Oh, my Carl, that is so big!"

Carl kicked off his slacks and walked over to her playing his part perfectly. "Well Mrs. Carter, it would appear you are the naughty one. Seducing your student. Giving him a hard on. What would the principal or Mr. Carter have to say about that? Hike up your skirt bitch and bend over the desk."

Holly immediately complied as Carl took the ruler from her hand.

"Looks like teacher needs to be punished" he said, bringing down the ruler on her sweet, exposed ass.

"Yesssss" she hissed, "I'm a bad, bad teacher Carl. Punish your teacher, put me in my place."

Carl continued to spank Holly who was getting into her part and soaking wet.

"You like that bitch? You like being punished by your student Mrs. Carter?"

"I love it Carl, punish your teacher then fuck me. Give me what I need you bad boy!"

Carl fucked her hard and fast. She came so deeply, she almost passed out.

The third Saturday Holly showed up with another bag. This time she'd purchased some new lingerie. It was a deep red skimpy baby doll nightie with matching red panties. Holly hated thongs; they were always uncomfortable to her. Carl loved her ass and enjoyed how it looked in those red panties. They went at it hard for two hours the strolled the market.

Once again they passed within a few feet of the man with the limp. He was seated drinking a cup of coffee. They never noticed him.

The following Monday morning Holly violently threw up. She checked but she had no temperature or other flue symptoms. After a few minutes she felt OK and assumed she'd eaten something the previous evening that hadn't agreed with her. However, she threw up again between her first and second hour, so she went home and went to bed. She texted Ben and then fell asleep for a good portion of the afternoon. Ben got home a bit early and pampered her all evening while suspecting the truth.

When Holly threw up the next morning a panic began to set it. It couldn't be, could it? Ben had already left for work. She called her supervisor and explained to her she may be pregnant and asked for the rest of the week off. She had plenty of sick days built up so her boss agreed it would be good for her to find out and visit her OBGYN.

Holly hung up and headed to the pharmacy. She took the test twice when she got home. Both were positive. She began doing the math. There was very little possibility the child was Ben's. As best she could remember it had been over four weeks since they'd made love. This new realization shocked Holly. She'd been so consumed with her lover it hadn't dawned on her that even before the pretend yeast infection, Ben hadn't touched her sexually for ten days.

"How could that be?" she wondered. They'd always be very active sexually. But the more she thought about it the more she realized she'd cut him off, almost completely since she'd been cheating on him with Carl. Her lover had replaced her husband both emotionally and physically. She didn't want to admit it, but she had a new man. Perhaps Ben knew instinctively she no longer belonged to him.

Holly then began to grasp something else. She was in love with Carl, not Ben. She also knew from the way he acted he loved her too. She wanted to be with him, to feel his touch, to experience him placing his hand on her soon to be expanding belly. Yes Carl was older. Seventeen years older to be exact. But he was her strong man, her protector and lover. He would be a great father and she now knew she wanted to have babies and a family with him.

Holly also knew the sharpest knife cuts the quickest and she needed to be honest with Ben. She never intended to cuck him and now began feeling bad about what this would do to him. Holly assumed he would be crushed and try to talk her out of it. He would fight for her, but she knew who was the stronger man and she was drawn to her Carl.

Holley spent a couple hours reviewing options. She would talk to Ben tonight and get the hardest conversation out of the way first. Then tomorrow she'd go to Carl's after her morning sickness had passed and deliver the good news. Everything settled, around 1 PM she texted Ben.

"Ben, I'm pregnant."

Holly was shocked by his response. "I know."

"It's not yours"

"I know"

"What? How could you?"

"Holly, never confuse ugly with stupid. I may be the first, but I'm certainly not the second"

"You're neither!"

"Fuck off"

"Don't be like that, we need to talk!"

"Be like what? Offended my wife is a cheating slut?"

"That is cruel and mean Ben, beneath you."

"Sorry, I guess you're the expert on being beneath. I'm sure Carl thinks so."

Holly gasped and cried out, "Oh no, no, no, how could he know?" She didn't even know what to reply and sat motionless for several minutes, assuming she had crushed the man who had been faithful to her since they were teenage kids. She knew she loved Carl and needed to be with him, but she also realized Ben deserved none of this.

Finally, her phone pinged. "I'll be home tomorrow night after work and we will talk then."

"Why tomorrow, why not tonight? Where will you go?"

"Again, fuck off, None of your fucking business."

Holly slumped in her chair and quietly cried. It would be harder to go through this than she thought, but in the end she would be with her Carl. That thought alone gave her the emotional stability to carry on. Carl would protect her and keep her safe, even if Ben turned on her.

Ben also had tears in his eyes as he put down his phone. He took a few minutes to gather himself then he told his boss he was taking some personal time and would be back the next Monday. Ben was an exceptional part of her team, so she wished him well and chided him to be on time next week! Ben smiled at this jab. Caroline as an excellent supervisor and he appreciated her kindness.

Ben now gathered himself and had one more box to check off. He knew Carl often enjoyed a few beers at Big Daddy's pub in Soulard. Since he worked from home he usually wandered over around 4 PM. Ten minutes after Carl arrived a man who looked to be in his early fifties, with a limp and ruddy complexion entered the bar. His hat pulled low wearing his sunglasses.

Carl looked up and recognized him as the guy he'd bumped into at the market a couple of weeks earlier. "Hey brother come on over and let me buy you a beer."

Ben smiled and obliged, taking a moment to shuffle across the floor to join his new friend. He sat down next to Carl.

"What would you like?"

"A bud light would be fine, thanks."

"Hey Mike, can you get my friend a bud light?" Turning to Ben he held out his hand, "Carl"

Ben shook his hand, "Tony"

"Well Tony, again, I'm sorry about the other day. I should have been watching where I was going. I hope you're OK."

"Well Carl, I'm not. You see I now have this limp. I'm thinking of suing!"

Carl took a minute to catch on, then saw Ben / Tony grinning from ear to ear.

"Damn man, you almost got me there!"

"Thought I was due a little pay back Carl. No, I'm all good. BTW, that woman you were with was smoking hot. No wonder you weren't looking where you were going. She looked a little young, no offense, did you rob the cradle?"

It was Carl's turn to break out in a smile. "Fuck no, she's my bitch, but not my wife."

"Fuck off, really?"

"Hell yes! These married sluts are the easiest ones. You feed them the right lines and show them some care and they drop their panties faster than you can imagine."

"Come on man, seriously? How did you get this one? She looked all hot and bothered for you."

"No question about that brother. I took my time with her, but once she was in she was ALL in."

"Quite the stud Carl. What's your secret?'

"You must make sure they feel safe and protected with you. I spotted this one on a Saturday morning a few months back and decided I would be fucking that sweet young pussy before too long. The next week I put my plan in motion. I had my nephew and a couple of his buddies pretend to grab her as if they were going to drag her around a building and take her sweet ass. Then at the last minute I appear all big and bad, saving the damsel in distress and kicking some street punk ass in the process. I don't really hurt any of the boys helping me, and they all get free beers on me the next time we're together, but this shit works like a charm."

"Crazy! How did this little married slut react?"

"Like most of them. She was grateful and I was kind and gentle. I took her over to my house and gave her some hot tea. Not sure what it is with chicks who love tea. They seem all sweet and innocent, but when you get them in the sack they go crazy."

"Did you fuck her that morning?"

"Nah, you gotta play it cool. Let them know you are no threat to them in any way. Ask questions about the hubby. Even build him up when she talks about him. Ask her to bring him over and introduce him. Tell her you'd enjoy getting to know a guy who has such great taste in women."

"No shit? Do any of them ever bring their husband around?"

"Never. Not once. You see if they think you've saved them from something every woman dreads, they want to get to know you, become friends. In the back of their mind, probably even unknown to them, a bond has formed. It is a small one, but you are the protector, the one who rescued her and that sets off an attraction in about 95% of all women. Even the ones who say they are liberated and don't need men."

"Hell, I fucked a college professor from Washington University once for over six months all because I "saved her" from a guy angry about a fender bender she thought she caused. My nephew is quite the actor! Once this begins they want to keep it as their little secret. Something special they don't share with hubby."

"So how long before you get them in the sack?"

"It depends. This little skank I'm doing now took over a month. I think six weeks to be exact. But it was well worth the wait. She's a schoolteacher and I told her I once fucked a former teacher, and it was a huge turn on for me. The next week she came and dressed up like a teacher, but it was clear she loved being submissive and was into the whole "turn the tables on authority" kick. I spanked her ass hard before I bent her over and fucked her all while she was begging me for it!"

Ben was seething inside as he listened. He hated Carl and was furious that he would be so flippant with people's lives. But he was also irate at his whore wife. "How could the sweet and loving Holly he knew turn into a complete slut?" However, he kept his eye on the end game and stayed on top of his composure.

"So how long do you use them? You said you had the bitch prof for six months."

"It all depends. Usually no longer than six months. Sometimes hubby finds out or sometimes they come to their senses and drop me. However, occasionally I have to give them the boot. Damn, once I even had a married whore tell me she was kicking her husband to the curb and proposed marriage to me!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"No Tony, I swear it's true."

"What did you do?"

"I told her no and gave her a goodbye fuck before sending her packing."

"What about this most recent bitch?"

"I think it's winding down. I can feel her falling in love with me and that is the last thing I want. I'm guessing the whore thinks we have a future, so I'll stick it to her a couple more times and tell her to get lost, go back to wimp hubby."

"Damn Carl that's dope. Hey, I gotta go, but one last question. Ever knock any of them up?"

Carl grinned from ear to ear. "Yah a couple of them. One of them kept the kid and her husband divorced her. The other one had a miscarriage. As long as it doesn't come back on me, why should I give a fuck?"

"Well Carl, you sure are something" Ben / Tony said slowly getting up and leaning on his cane. "I'll see you around, the next beer is on me."

Ben shuffled out of the pub as the late fall sun was setting. Thanksgiving was only two weeks away and here he was numb from what he'd just heard. His marriage was over all because some bastard figured out how to seduce women, use them and then throw them away. Ben decided at that moment Carl would have to pay. He drove to the Hilton at Lindbergh and highway 64. The thoroughfare named after the famed aviator was in a nice part of town with several good restaurants close by. "His last meal before D-day," Ben decided would be a nice one."

Around 11 AM the following morning Holly was feeling good. The morning sickness was over, and she was going to see her man and deliver the good news. She'd texted him asking to drop by and he gladly agreed. Now that she wasn't throwing up she was getting horny thinking about how she and her lover would celebrate in his bed. She wore a short skirt even though it was cool outside along with a long t-shirt and easily disposable sweater. An outfit that would come off quickly when things heated up.

She arrived at Carl's and parked in front of his house. She still felt bad about how Ben would take this but there was no need to hide anything anymore. When she entered the house Carl wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. It was only a matter of seconds before they were in the bedroom frantically stripping each other. Holly pushed Carl down and rode him hard. She wasn't sure she could take him on top now that she was pregnant, and she didn't want anything to spoil the moment. Neither lasted more than about six minutes for climaxing.

"Damn that was intense baby girl. What's gotten into you today?" Holly was lying next to him her left leg and arm draped over his muscular body.

"Well stud, I have some good news for us."

If Carl flinched inside he didn't show it. "Tell me sweetness."

"I'm pregnant with our child Carl. I'm going to divorce Ben and we can be together. I've already told him."

"Woe, hold on a second sweetie. Are you sure it's mine? It could just as easily be your husbands."

Holly was surprised and hurt by his response. He didn't sweep her into his arms and tell her how excited he was to be a family with her. His words were abrupt and hurtful, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt. That would come back and bite her in the ass in about two minutes.

"No baby, like my pussy, it is all yours. I haven't touched Ben sexually in over a month. I love you Carl and this child is a product of that love. Ever since you saved me from those thugs I've fallen hard for you. You're the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Having children with you will be a dream come true for me! I know you're older and some people will judge us, but I don't give a fuck. I'm your woman Carl and you are my man. We can be together now in the open, no hiding, no shame!"

Carl sat up and looked down at her with disdain. It was time to cut bait and move on to greener pastures. This bitch had served her purposes.

"Listen Holly, you're a sweet girl and lots of fun. Hell, your one of the best partners I've ever had in the sack or bent of the table or in the shower" he said laughing at his own sick joke. "But baby, I'm not the marrying kind and I sure as shit ain't nobody's daddy. You got a man who loves you and is devoted to you. I think it's time you go back to him and start loving on him again."

As Carl spoke his words of dismissal and showed his true feelings Holly was having trouble breathing. She couldn't be hearing correctly. Carl was her man, her lover, he couldn't possibly be breaking off with her.

"Carl what are you saying? I love you and I know you love me. We should be together, raising our child and having other children together! Don't you see that?"

"Holly, what I see is a fine woman, a loving woman and a woman who will be a great mom. But none of that will be with me. Have I ever asked you to leave your husband or move in with me? Have I ever suggested we start a family together. We've had lots of fun Holly, but that is a far cry from spending the rest of our lives together."

Tears were forming in her eyes. "No please Carl, you can't do this to me! I've given up my marriage for you. When my family hears about this they will probably hate me, but I don't care if you love me and we're together!"

Carl now realized he'd have to be more forceful. "Holly, that isn't going to happen and the sooner you understand that the quicker you can make up with hubby. Who knows he might even get off on raising my kid! Now, let's have one epic goodbye fuck and get on with our lives baby girl!"

Holly didn't remember too much of the next twenty minutes. She did recall Carl forcing her to suck his cock and then putting her on her hands and knees giving her a hard thrashing from behind. Despite his using her, and to Holly's abject horror she came as hard as she ever had in her life. Carl had mounted his filly from behind and was spanking her ass hard while trying to plow her into the mattress. She screamed when the orgasm hit her sending wave after wave of pleasure into her loins even as she began to sob.

Carl had lost all his pretense of kindness and care. He tossed her skirt and blouse to her while holding up her panties and bra. "Time for you to go bitch. I'll be keeping these for souvenirs." Holly's world crashed in an instant. The man she just professed love to had mocked her, rejected her, and raped her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse Carl tossed in one more comment.

"BTW slut, my boys sure pulled a fast one on you that first morning we met. I bet you really thought they were going to rape you until I saved you. Damn, that nephew of mine is one fine actor! Now beat it skank!"

Holly was numb as she dressed and left Carl's house. She stumbled to her car and managed to drive two blocks before pulling over and weeping uncontrollably. How could she have been that gullible? Was she really such a complete fool? And now she'd destroyed any chance to be with Ben as well. He clearly wanted nothing to do with her and tomorrow evening he was coming by to end it. Thinking this she should have realized she was the one ending it. Just an hour before she reveled in the fact she and Carl would be together, and Ben would just have to deal with it. She would try to be kind, but Ben had to go. Now the shoe was on the other foot but all she saw was Ben abandoning her. She had become a complete fool.

Holly slept fitfully that night waking up off and on then crying herself back to sleep. She worried it might be hurtful to her baby, but there wasn't much she could do to stop the tears. Her only hope was Ben would understand she'd suffered some kind of breakdown, but now she was over it and they could go on together. Her delusions seemed to have no boundaries. It never dawned on her that under these circumstances Ben would never raise a bastard child as his own, much less stay married to her.

Ben was scheduled to be at Holly's house, as he now called it around 6:30. Whenever he was doing something with Holly he was always early. It was a joke between them that he couldn't wait to be with her, so he was always there before she was ready. Holly always chided him about it, but secretly she loved that about him. He was a hopeless romantic when it came to her.

It was 6:45 and Ben still hadn't shown up. She texted, "Where r u? Still coming?"

Five minutes later he replied,, "on my way something more important came up at the last minute."

That wasn't true. He was parked around the corner, but he wanted to set the tone knowing she'd text looking for him. Holly didn't reply, she just began tearing up again.

Ben knocked on the door at 6:50 PM. He was holding a duffle bag. Thinking it was someone else Holly came to the door and was shocked to see Ben waiting to be let in rather than just coming into his own home.

"Ben what are you doing? This is your home, why on earth would you knock."

"No Holly, I don't live here anymore. This is your house, not my home."

She tried to put on a brave face. "Don't be silly Ben, come in, it's getting cold out."

She reached out to hug him, but he brushed past her. Taking off his coat he draped it over the back of one of the kitchen table chairs and set the bag on the floor next to him.

"Ben let me hang up your coat, you're not going back out tonight are you?"

"I'm leaving as soon as we're done talking Holly. As I said, this isn't my home anymore. I don't want to be here longer than necessary."

Holly tried to ignore this comment. "Let me get you something to drink, dinner is ready, I'll get it out of the oven."

"Water would be great Holly, thanks. I've already eaten, I don't need any dinner."

The look on Holly's face was one of disappointment. "When did you have time to eat Ben? You texted something important had come up that made you late."

"Well actually dinner came up Holly. Forgot I hadn't eaten so I had a meal before I came over. Now how about we get to our conversation. You wanted to talk, so I'll let you go first. I don't have much to say anyway."

Holly had prepared for Ben's anger and Ben's tears. What she hadn't prepared for was his indifference. He knew she was pregnant. How could he be so uncaring?

"Please Ben," Holly stared, "I know I've been such a bitch and unfaithful, but I've come clean to you, and I want to work on healing the damage in our relationship. I know I've done wrong, but I see that now and want to get back to the love we have shared since high school!"

She paused waiting for a response. None was forthcoming.

"Please Ben, talk to me. Yell at me, rant at me. We need to work through this, and tonight is our first step on that journey. I've been awful, but I realize how badly I've screwed up and want to make it right."

Ben just looked at her with no emotion in his face. "He broke it off with you didn't he?"

"What do you mean Ben?"

"Carl, he broke it off with you, right? He told you to get lost, to take a hike. He told you it was fun, and you were a sweet little slut, but he wasn't interested in being a daddy or having you for a wife. Tell me I'm wrong."

Holly hung her head. "No Ben, you're not wrong. He played me for a fool, and I must be the biggest one walking around on the planet. He dumped me faster than you can imagine, but that brought me to my senses baby. It made me see how stupid I've been and how badly I want to be with you, my first and only true love."

"Holly, I'm sure in your condition you truly believe what you're saying. However, if the shoe were on the other foot and I'd treated you with utter contempt by fucking another woman for several months then came back when she dumped me claiming to have loved you all along, I'm pretty sure you'd call bull shit. You have said you were a fool; you've said you were stupid, but you know what you haven't said? You haven't said, I was wrong Ben. I was a liar and a cheat Ben. I acted abominably Ben, and I don't deserve anything. No guilt, no shame, you're only sin was being tricked, being a fool."

"Holly, you and I both know if Carl had welcomed you with open arms today we wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation. Instead, you'd be telling me how much you love and respect me, but you must go be with your true man Carl. You'd be patting me on the head telling me to be a good boy and accept it. You'd apologize for the pain I was feeling but then you'd skip off to your new life with glee. Again, Holly, you fucking bitch, tell me I'm wrong."

It was the first time in her life Ben had even slightly raised his voice to her. She was mortified and began crying. This wasn't her loving Ben. He didn't care about her feelings. He wasn't looking out for her. He was simply telling her the awful truth about who she had become.

"No Ben you're not wrong. How did you know Carl was going to dump me? How did you find out about Carl at all?"

Ben picked up the duffle bag and emptied its contents on the table. The outfit from the thrift store, the rouge and the cane dropped onto the table. Holly looked confused, like she was trying unsuccessfully to connect the dots.

"As far as finding out I suspected for quite a while. It was clear early on your affections for me were dying and I wanted to know why. Saturday mornings were one of my guesses. It turned out that was right. The next Saturday was the morning I "bumped into" you and Carl. Come on Holly, don't tell me you don't remember the man with the limp."

Holly's eyes flew open wide as her hands covered her mouth. "Holy fuck Ben, oh my, that was YOU!"

"Yes it was Holly. How great do you think I felt needing to disguise myself so my wife wouldn't recognize me when she was with her piece of shit lover. Imagine what wonders that did for my ego, to stoop that low. And on top of that, my wife was such a bitch in heat for her boyfriend that she didn't comprehend it was her husband standing two feet in front of her.

"Ben, I'm so deeply sorry."

"Save it bitch, I couldn't give a flying fuck about any apology from a skank like you. As far as finding out he was dumping you..." Ben produced his cell phone, pulled up an app, hit play and laid it on the table.

For the next twenty minutes Holly heard Carl's words from the bar the day before. His bragging about how he used women and then discarded them. How he'd impregnated two previous lovers and how the entire relationship was built on a scam. This was the final nail in the coffin. Holly broke down and wept uncontrollably. In any other circumstance Ben would have reached out and held her in his arms, consoling her, caring for her. This time, he got up, tossed his belongings back in his duffle and walked out the door.

Epilogue:

Ben filed for divorce. Holly fought it. The judge ordered counseling. Ben attended but was only remotely engaged, biding his time until the counselor told the judge there was no use in continuing.

Ben told his family and friends what happened to cause the split. He wasn't spiteful, but he did tell the truth about what happened. When questioned Holly simply agreed Ben was accurate. She lost many of her friends and her parents were humiliated their daughter had acted the whore.

Holly gave birth to an 8.9 lbs. baby boy. Carl was not around to offer any child support. She sobbed again as she gave him up for adoption.

One week after the divorce was finalized the guy with the limp showed back up at Big Daddy's and plopped down next to Carl.

"Good to see you Tony" Carl exclaimed

Tony smiled, "Yeah, been meaning to come back in and buy you a beer or two."

They sat and chatted easily for an hour before Carl said, "I need to take a piss be right back."

While he was gone Tony ordered one more round then settled with the bar keep. When Carl came back Tony offered a toast. "Here's to the man who knows how to fuck women, use them and move on!"

Carl thought the toast odd but downed his beer smiling. Tony said he had to head home and left. Fifteen minutes later a passerby found Carl face down on the sidewalk dead from an apparent heart attack. Only "Tony" ever knew the truth about that.