The Cuckold Makers Demise

When I was eighteen, I had a girlfriend, Kat. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I was the envy of all my friends who did their best to take her away, but she loved me as deeply as I loved her. She was long legged, slim, with a cracking arse and huge tits. I loved to kiss her full lips and gaze into her bright blue eyes. She was eager for sex and more than willing to make sure I reached the highest heights.

Two years after meeting we began to talk more of the future. Marriage, children, careers. My family worked in the grey side of life, something I wanted to get away from. Her family were middle class, strict, wanting the most from their daughter. I didn't know at the time, that part of what attracted her to me, was my family made her feel I was dangerous. When I announced I had every intention of becoming an accountant she'd laughed. I tried to explain that getting a good job would secure the future for us, but we had an argument, she walked out. We made up three days later, but I sensed something was different.

I'd been away on a course for three days; I was tired but eager to see Kat. The front door was slightly ajar, so I walked in listening for an intruder. I heard grunting sounds coming from the front room and rushed in ready to fight a burglar.

Tilly was on her back wearing stockings and suspenders and nothing else. My brother, Cal, was on top of her, she was grunting with pleasure as he fucked away, his hand gripped her tits hard. I was stunned, unable to move, speak, or even look away.

"Faster, fuck me faster!" Kat screamed.

Cal grunted, it was plain to see he was cumming inside her, she felt the warmth of his fluid and cried out.

"I said not inside me, you're not wearing rubber."

Cal wiped his cock on her shiny black bush and rose to his feet, seeing me for the first time.

"I've done you a favour, she been shagging that Scottish mate of yours." Cal said.

"Jimmy please." Kat sobbed desperately trying to hide her nakedness. "I didn't mean to. Please, Jimmy."

I flew at my brother, punching him hard three times in the face before he could begin to react. I knocked his two front teeth out, he stabbed me, the bastard. I was rushed to hospital where I nearly died. When I woke, the police asked for a statement. I told them it was a random attack outside the house; I didn't know what he looked like.

I was in hospital for two months, my brother didn't come once, I gave instructions to keep Kat away, but she didn't bother anyway. So, when I was discharged, I left hospital with no girlfriend, no job, no prospects, no nothing. The only thing in my corner was a debt owed to me by Benny, a friend from school, who'd borrowed five thousand off me to buy a car.

I arrived at his house feeling angry at the world and ready to give him a beating. His girlfriend answered the door and took me to a bedroom up a narrow set of stairs. Benny was sat before a keyboard tapping furiously away, three large screens blinked as he worked.

"I've come for my money Benny." I growled.

He leapt to his feet, talking fast, saying he needed a few days more, that he had a good thing about to happen. I wasn't interested and slammed him against the wall. His girlfriend rushed over begging me to stop.

"Look Jimmy, I've hacked some companies, they want to pay me good money." Benny said quickly. "For interest why don't you have some fun with Tina, she'll show you a good time."

Tina stepped back shocked at the suggestion but stood her ground when I looked her up and down. She was chubby but not unattractive. I'd been in hospital for so long without any chance of sex, my cocked twitched at the thought. I was in a rage, not thinking as I normally would.

"Show me your tits." I demanded. She blushed red and looked to Benny who nodded. She took off her top, showing she was braless. "And the rest."

She took off a large pair of red knickers and stood before me naked.

"Do it to her Jimmy." Benny wheezed.

A large scruffy sofa was the only other furniture in the room, she lay down. I kissed her, my fingers probing her tight hole. She was soon wet. I kissed her slowly as I pulled open my fly, grabbing at my cock. Her eyes widened as my cock head slipped inside. I hissed with pleasure as I began to fuck her.

From her gasps I could tell she was starting to enjoy it. So, I paused for a moment, shedding clothes so we were both naked.

The tits on her chubby frame weren't big, but I suckled them as I rocked in her, feeling her passion grow. She sought my mouth, her tongue tasted minty from her gum, she was crying out now, wailing as her orgasm struck. The way she pulled me in, how her hips mimicked mine to give more pleasure caught me by surprise. I grunted as my cum spurted into her. When I'd finished, I wiped my cock on her bald pussy, squeezing out a little more.

I staggered to my feet, Benny was ready to perform, she smiled and welcomed him in her. He didn't last long, half a dozen strokes. I wanted to humiliate him, my fingers dragged our combined spunk from her cunt and rubbed it over his face.

"That makes us cum brothers now Jimmy." He said joyously then turned to Tina. "Can you grab us some beers, don't get dressed, he might want to have you again."

None of us dressed, I did it as a show of dominance over Benny. Tina sat next to me I played with her tits as Benny explained his idea.

He'd hacked some companies, but they didn't know it yet. He had security details and passwords for all kinds of companies. Lots of them were jewellery stores as he said they would reap the biggest reward if we cut the alarms and robbed them easily. I explained they would be the worst to hit, they would pay a fortune to hunt him down, what was needed was smaller companies that wouldn't even know they had been robbed. Gear, like clothes that could be sold quickly on markets around the country.

"Come in with me Jimmy." Benny said after we'd talked for an age. "I'll give you the details; you steal and fence the goods. I'm not a good criminal; it's in your DNA. We are a team."

"Let's do a test run, but you come with me."

Benny nodded, I saw his cock stiffen at the thought. Tina knelt between my legs and began sucking my cock, I signalled Benny to fuck her from the back as she worked on me.

Benny is short and fat and has permanent smile on his face, this grew bigger as he fucked away while watching Tina swallow my cum. Her fingers rubbed her clit to orgasm; her hand rested on my lap when he'd finished with her.

"Let's trial it tomorrow." I said as I left much later.

Using false details, I hired a van and picked Benny up, arriving at our target, a clothing store, at midnight. Looking at his phone, he checked the password and entered the code disabling the alarm. He wanted to sling everything into the van, but I held him back. We could take two from each rail of the more expensive items, four from cheaper.

Benny was sweating by the time we had finished half an hour later. I suggested we tried another, then another, only stopping when the transit van was full.

It was a successful night, but I was eager to sell on and contacted a friend of mine who had a stall on a market. I showed her the goods and explained we could supply a great deal more. She introduced me to an old guy who had stalls all over the country. After a couple of days talks it was agreed that if an item was sold by the retailer for say a hundred, he would sell it for fifty and give us twenty-five, only paying when the item was sold.

He would take any security tag off when needed. He had a mate who could sell these on, we would get ten percent of that and thirty percent of the goods when he sold on at a higher price, that would increase to fifty, if he specifically asked for the item.

We handed over the stock, with a lingering doubt over what the outcome would be.

"Your brother is Alan Carsons right hand man, second only to Donny, his son. Why don't we use them?" Benny asked.

"Because they would hit all jewellery stores and push all the blame onto you and me. Alan Carson would take the lot; our share would be a pittance." I snarled. "This must be kept a secret. If we don't, we will end up in prison, you won't do well in prison."

The next night we did another run with the same success but that would have to be the last in town, we needed to move to cover a wider area. After unloading the goods off with our new partners, I drove Benny home, accepting his offer of breakfast made by Tina.

The rush of the theft affected Benny, as soon as she appeared he was clawing at her clothes, ready to fuck. He soon had her naked and offered her to me first. But he was a business partner now, I refused, it could cloud what was a growing enterprise.

A week later we had struck five stores and filled the van, yet it was only just past midnight.

"I know I guy who is wanting someone to humiliate him and fuck his wife, make him a cuckold. He gets off on it." Benny said. I laughed but he carried on. "It's kind of what we do, you fuck Tina while I have to watch. He wants to be humiliated. He's a banker, high up, gets paid shedloads and is wanting to ease the stress"

"Why are you telling me?" I asked grinning at the thought.

"I thought it might help ease your pain, you know, what that girl did to you."

"What the fuck do you know about that?" I snapped.

"Sorry." Benny looked apologetic.

I'd guessed everyone knew my shame; my brother wouldn't keep his mouth shut even when people knew he was the one who had stabbed me.

"If he's a banker, he might help us clean all the cash we are going to make." I said smiling this time.

We pulled into the long drive of a posh house to be met by an elegant looking woman, Mary, who ushered us inside to her husband John. I didn't like him, he was short, skinny, with a hook nose and monks' hairstyle. I thought we should leave but accepted a can of beer from Mary who looked a little frightened and a little excited. Nipples poked from her top; her tits were small but caught my attention. I followed her into the kitchen when she went to get more beers.

"You up for this love." I said leering at her body.

"A wife has to do what a wife has to do." She said smiling, looking me up and down. "It's what he wants, been wanting this for years."

When I placed a hand on her hip her body tensed, she went to turn away but I pulled her back.

"How do you like to be fucked?" I asked, her eyes blazed then teared up, but she took a deep breath and kissed me full on the lips.

"Just remember I'm a woman." She whispered and walked back into the room.

"My friend Benny wants to watch." John said, his pants were already off, he was nursing a little stiffy between his thumb and index finger, wanking it slowly alive.

I unzipped her dress, pushing it to the floor, her brown body was slim from tennis and jogging. I slipped my hand down the back of her panties, pushing them down so we could all see her arse. I turned to her front, brushing over her bald pussy that was close to being ready.

She began to undo my shirt, taking it off, making a show of undoing my jeans, tugging my cock out, pushing it straight into her mouth.

"Fuck that's good." I hissed as she worked her magic.

I suspected she wanted me to finish quickly; it would've been pleasurable if I did. We could've gone straight home, but personal pride meant I wanted to cuckold the man good.

I pulled out her mouth and moved around her, positioning my hand to rub on her cunt, using a finger to test her readiness. I spent a little time playing with her tits then pushed her head to the floor, taking two goes to slip my cock in. Banker boy screamed with delight and shot his load, but I ignored him, concentrating on the woman I was riding.

Her cunt was tight; it gripped my cock hard. A line of white formed at the base, my cock slid more easily. I grabbed her tits, pulling her close, feeling long hard nipples. Her body was relaxed, I sensed she was beginning to get some enjoyment out of the sex we were having but seemed annoyed when her husband shouted out encouragement. I told him to shut the fuck up.

I turned her over, laying her on the thick carpet, grabbing a cushion for her head.

Her shaved cunt felt hot on my face when I went down on her, going directly to her clit, using my lip to swirl around the bud, she cried out with joy, but I carried on. At first, she tried to push me away but soon began to push my head down. My thumb pushed into her cunt, working like a cock inside her. After a while, I moved the thumb, pushing against her brown how, adding more pressure until it went in up to the knuckle, paused a second then pushed in deeper.

I'd never heard anyone shout so loud when another orgasm shook her body. I turned her on her back, my cock was eager now, it rammed her cunt, getting sloppy from a wave of her juice. When it slipped out, I aimed for the big brown target.

"No, not that, please." She pleaded.

I sneered at her husband and pushed harder, my cock head went in, the rest followed on the next stroke, fucking her fast from the off. She gripped at the carpet, clenching her teeth as I banged her ass.

I finished on her arse cheeks, a full load that was sticky and brown.

"Clean her up fuck face." I snarled at the man wanking quickly. "Lick it up."

He whimpered, then obeyed, he looked like he was about to puke but managed to clean up the mess. When he was done Mary turned over and reached for her dress.

"Sit here." I suggested.

We sat on the sofa, I pulled her in, noticing how John didn't look happy with this. She'd seen the same and leaned in to kiss. I felt her tit as our tongues danced together.

"Last bit needs some work on, but the rest was out of this world." She whispered.

I fucked her again that night and have done dozens of times since. Cuckold John is most helpful in hiding the money we soon began to rake in. I had accounts under six different names, with passcodes and numbers to draw from at any time.

Benny and I were soon made for life. The companies we directed the clothes from didn't have a clue they had been visited by us. At the markets, people presumed the gear they bought were fake, our partners made a lot of money and made no attempt to cheat us, and nobody knew a thing about it.

John introduced me to others; I found the satisfaction of cuckolding released some of the shame I felt of my betrayal. But I became crueller. I made a guy lick his wife's ass as he knelt with a corona bottle in his arse. When I fucked their wives, it was revenge, not sex.

One time I tied the husband up in a bath of freezing cold water and left him there for two hours, while I watched football with his wife. She would make up tales of what I did to her as he wanked himself off.

I was twenty-four now, a huge success that no one outside my business knew about. I was careful in showing my wealth, driving an old car, not dressing flashy or spreading my money around.

Though I was empty inside I was happy in a way, proud of my accomplishments. Benny had just moved to a big house in the country, we had teams of people now, all experienced, raiding as Benny instructed, not taking too much and making sure no company was hit too hard.

I had nothing much to do now and was considering taking a qualification, but I had become lazy, addicted to my career as a cuckold maker.

It was a Saturday night; I should be out on the town with friends or at home with a wife or girlfriend. I was meeting Tom and Barbera; she was the best fuck in the world and loved two cock in her at the same time. She could suck my balls in her mouth, twirl them around and suck me to paradise as her husband sat on a huge dildo wanking away.

I grinned at the thought of her tits around my cock as I stepped into the beer off to buy a bottle of Jack Daniels. When I stepped outside, bottle in my hand. I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman pleading to be left alone.

The sound came from the eight foot alley by the shop and it's store room, I rushed to the sound.

"Please don't hurt me, please mister." A young woman pleaded to a man who was unzipping his fly with one hand, while gripping her head with the other.

"Fuck you bitch." The man snarled. His skinny white cock peeked out his pants but was nowhere near ready. I moved in quickly.

"Please mister, I don't want to do this, you don't have to, please." She was sobbing now.

He turned as the bottle smashed into him, the glass shattered, bourbon erupted into a haze, which I have to say smelled wonderful. He fell to the floor, I kicked him hard in the bollocks, but he was out cold, he'd feel that pain when he woke.

The girl leapt to her feet and slapped me across the face, it hurt.

"What the fuck!" I shouted. "I just saved your ass."

"You've just killed me, look who the fuck it is." She hissed. I looked confused. "It's Donny fucking Carson."

"Donny, son of." I whispered looking at the man on his back.

I pushed him on his side.

"He knows who I am. He's been trying to rape me for weeks." She sobbed. "Now he will kill me and track you down."

I rang for an ambulance then told her to get in my car. We needed to get away. It would be easy to find me, the car reg was in my name, I'd just bought the whisky, I was a dead man walking but felt a responsibility to the girl.

"We have to get away and change your appearance." I said when she climbed in.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked.

"Look, we are both in the same boat, if we work together, we could find a way out." I said with smile. "I promise I won't hurt you, if you want to leave, you can, but I strongly advise you not to."

There was a long silence as she mulled things over.

"I guess you are homeless." I said coughing from her smell.

"The stench stops some men from raping you." She snarled. "I don't want to be like this."

"You can shower at my house, even have a bath. I need to go out and get some things; I'll bring food back. I'll be away a few hours."

She was still unsure, even in my flat she looked like she would run away at any moment.

I noticed a large sore on her neck and movement in her hair. I'd need stuff for that.

"I don't eat in much but have a look around, take anything you want." She frowned at me. "Look, I must sort some stuff out for us, I'm not locking you in. If you want to leave, take anything you want, there's some cash in the bedroom, any of my clothes will fit better than what you are wearing."

I left my car about a mile from the airport and took a taxi to departures and headed for long term parking. I'd worked there for a month and knew where the office was for keys to cars and how long they would be parked up. The longest stay was four months from now, a Mercedes only a year old. It was easy to find and the engine was still warm. I drove down to the exit, the barrier recognised the registration and let us out.

I had three phones, using one to ring a lockup where we held clothes before shipping to our partners.

"I need clothing for a girl about twenty, I'd say size twelve and a little shorter than me. She needs everything, knickers, bras, socks, jeans, dresses, for warm and cold. Shoes, say five to seven, walking stuff as well as casual. I will be there in an hour." I said quickly to the girl on the phone."

"What about something nice as well?" The girl asked.

"Just think what you would want if you had nothing." I replied.

I went to the chemist and told the guy behind the counter I needed cream for some bad body sores, buying a few of each he recommended, along with a nit comb and the stuff to kill them. I raced to the lock up, glad to see the girl had loaded two large suitcases with gear.

"I nipped across the road and bought her these, items ladies need." She said softly.

I thanked her and rushed off, arriving back at my flat, dragging the cases into the living room.

"Have a look through these and get dressed." I said quickly, stabbing at my phone, looking for a holiday camp we could stay at for a few weeks, get our breath and find out how much trouble we were in. I found a site in Great Yarmouth, a good distance away and bought a two week stay in a static caravan overlooking the sea.

She'd looked in the other bags and used the nit shampoo.

"You thought of all this." She said astonished at the sight of her feminine products.

"Kind of." I said as I threw clothes and other essentials into two more cases, gear I would need.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, I'd forgotten to get food. She nodded.

I was desperate to get away so loaded the car, travelling an hour and half before stopping for a McDonalds, buying two burgers and fries for her, which she stuffed down her throat in seconds with an obvious result. She spewed most of the food up before we reached the car.

I pulled into the next service station to buy a load of sandwiches and bottles of water.

"Eat slowly." I advised with a smile.

"I'm Kerry." She said softly before taking a bite.

"Jimmy Dawson," I said with a grin. "Pleased to meet you."

We reached Great Yarmouth around eleven that night and were in the caravan in twenty minutes.

It was pretty big, with a television, bathroom, with toilet and shower. The kitchen was small but had what you needed. It was dark out, you couldn't see anything, so we closed the curtains.

I was sweaty from carrying bags and dashing around, along with being scared shitless we would be discovered, so I took a quick shower and freshened myself up. I was hungry but she had presumed the sandwiches were all for her and had eaten them.

I could wait till the next day, so decided I would set the bed up and get some sleep. But Kerry had already done this and was laid naked on the top sheet. She closed her eyes tightly.

"You can do it to me." She said through gritted teeth.

Her pale skin had a grey tinge to it, sores were all over her, breasts looked like overcooked fried eggs, she was painfully, starvation thin, with pronounced hips that we're skeletal like. Two Boney legs were infested with cuts, bruises and sores. I saw the mass of untamed pubic hair and wondered if that was full of lice as well.

Her hair had been hacked short but somehow looked fashionable, the boy look, presumably done to disguise her appearance. Her right eye and cheek had a faded yellow bruise, her top lip was split, a nasty cold sore was weeping on her lower right lip.

"Turn over." I said softly.

She gave out a sob but turned as I asked.

Her back was covered in sores and bruises; the worst was where it looked like she had been kicked in the ribs. Skin on her bottom was loose and pock marked with boils, some looked to be terribly painful. I pulled out painkillers I'd gotten from the chemist along with a packet of antibiotics I'd had left from when I'd been stabbed.

She looked confused when I told her to take them. I pulled out the creams and showed what they would do to help. I spent the next hour dealing with each sore and cut, making sure none were left out. Her body was dotted with the special plasters I'd been told to use.

When I'd finished, she was exhausted and fell asleep, taking up most of the bed. She didn't wake till eleven the next morning. I went to buy food, plenty of it. I thought it best we stayed in the caravan as much as possible, walking at night if we needed exercise.

Kerry had a remarkable ability to eat. It seemed she was constantly scoffing. I made sure the food was healthy, with plenty of vegetables, chicken, fish and pasta. I spent most of the first week cooking and dealing with her wounds.

There wasn't much more I could do, I had cut ties with Benny and the business, so I didn't bring him into it. All phones were now switched off. I'd upgraded the TV to get satellite and movie channels with the bonus of news stations. Donny Carson had survived but hadn't woken up for five days. There were no suspects talked about which was chilling. It meant they already knew it was Kerry and I and they were on the hunt.

"We need to get you a passport." I said as Kerry washed up.

"I have one." She said pulling it from the back pocket of her jeans. "I went on holiday to Spain with my boyfriend, it's the first thing I grabbed when I left. My plan was to find a job in Spain." It was the first thing she had told me about her life; I didn't question her further. "What's your plan?"

"I want to leave clues behind that show we are going to Berlin, get the Carsons there in force. It will cost a lot of money which Alan Carson will soon tire of. He'll then let Donny deal with it, but only for a while. I think he will get fed up in the end."

"How long till we are safe?" She asked.

"Once you are healed you could wear a wig, you will look totally different. I'll get you to Spain, somewhere out of the way until your hair grows back. With a tan you would look noting like you were when he." I didn't finish the last bit.

"What about you Jimmy?" She asked.

"Well, I'm about fucked to be honest. I think I can keep one step ahead for a few years and hope something happens. Maybe Alan has a heart attack and Donny gets killed." I replied with a shrug. "But then there's my brother."

"What about him?" She asked.

"He's Alans right-hand man and Donny's enforcer. We have bad blood between us." I lifted my tee-shirt to show the ugly scar on my side. "He's already tried once." I hissed with rage flushing my face.

"My god Jimmy, what have I done to you?" She said stepping back, sitting opposite me, her hands reaching across the table.

"You haven't done anything." I said firmly. "It was Donny."

"I should've let him do what he needed to do." She said tearfully.

"I've thought about that a lot. But I've heard that over the past few years homeless girls have gone missing, bodies of four about your age have been found in alleyways, raped and murdered. From the way he was with you, I think he's the killer."

"You saved my life." She stuttered with tears running down her face.

"I'm not a hero Kerry, I smashed him on the head with a bottle, I could have grabbed him by the arm and stopped him."

"But why would your brother stab you?" She asked.

"I had a girlfriend; we were talking about moving in together. I caught him fucking her. We had a fight; I was winning, so he stabbed me." It sounded so matter of fact. "Let's go for a walk."

I wanted to change the subject; it was getting dark but the walk along the sea wall was lit enough so we wouldn't be recognised.

After the walk, it was time to dress her wounds. The night before I had noticed she had trimmed her bush, so was beginning to feel some normality in her life. Tonight she wore knickers and dealt with the sores on her breasts herself.

As the end of our stay grew to a close, I could see the change in her was dramatic. There were no bruises or cuts, only two sores were left that needed special attention. Most others had faded to almost nothing.

I'd packed the bags in the car; we had plenty of food and were beginning to feel safe. I'd booked a place on a car ferry in Hull, which would take us to Holland, we'd take a slow drive through various countries to Spain. It was a trail I didn't think anyone could follow. But to make even more sure I would plant my phone, with battery pack attached, on a truck bound for Germany. They would be able to track me with it. The gamble was someone would find it and use it until the five hundred pound left in the bank would run out. It would then be turned off, leaving Donny Carson lots of clues that we were in Berlin.

As it was going to be a long journey, we decided to take a walk along the sea defences and the sand dunes. It was a cold, cloudy day, but we felt jubilant the ordeal looked like it could end. She wanted to get closer to the sea, so we ran down a sand dune holding hands, so we didn't fall.

For the first time since we'd met, she was laughing, her eyes were bright and full of fun, her smile wide, full of life. The sore on her neck was gone, though she was covered in clothes, I was amazed at her beauty. I was so entranced I didn't stop dead when she did and walked straight into a couple in the throes of making love.

The woman screamed, grabbed at her clothes and ran off, the man turned around so he could adjust his jeans, showing us a white backside. Kerry collapsed laughing loudly as the man apologised. But I had a brief glimpse of his face and knew who he was.

I grabbed at her hand, pulling her up, trying to drag her away.

"It's Jimmy!" The man shouted. "Fuck me man, we've been looking for you."

"I'm Jack." I said pulling on her arm.

"Come on Jimmy, I know it's you. I'm Henry, Henry Long, Cal's mate. Donny was attacked and they think you may know who it was."

"Who are you with?" I asked sounding friendly.

"You know Tosh, well me and his wife are an item, she's supposed to be on a hen do. Fuck knows how I'm going to explain this away."

"I'm sorry Henry, I thought you were one of the nicer ones." I growled.

His face creased up with concern. "Come on Jimmy, I've known you all your life."

"Go to the car?" I ordered Kerry as I swooped at the guy.

He made no effort to defend himself. A punch to his stomach took his wind away, he collapsed to the floor. He heard the click of my switch blade and looked terror stricken.

"Jimmy don't do it!" Kerry pleaded as my knife went to his throat.

"He'll grass us up." I snapped.

"The woman, she'll tell." Kerry countered.

"That was Liz, Tosh's wife, he's an animal, he'd beat her to death if he found out she was with him."

"We can't kill other people so we can live." She sobbed. "Jimmy, please don't do this."

I was breathing heavily, trying to feed my rage so I could end the man's life. She lay a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Please Jimmy, if you think anything about me and I know you do, please don't kill him."

I let Henry go and stood over him.

"Why can't I have something nice." I growled my rage in his face.

"Jimmy, let's go to Berlin like we planned, Henry won't say anything will you?" Henry shook his head. "I want to go under the tunnel, you said you would show me Paris. Please baby, take some breaths."

I realised what she was doing, we had to let Henry go so he could tell them where we were going.

"Flo, if I kill him now, nobody will find us, Liz will say nothing, she'd die if she did. Let me do it Flo, for our sakes."

"No. It's not Henry's fault. Donny tried to rape me, like he has done with other homeless girls. Donny is the murderer, why does Henry have to die."

"Donny's the alleyway murderer." Henry said aloud.

"Keep it to yourself, mention it and you are dead." I said calming down.

"Come with me baby." Kerry said stroking the side of my face with her hand. I'll do that special thing you like as we look at the Eiffel Tower."

"Just give us till tomorrow." I said to Henry. "You saw us as we were leaving but don't have a clue where we are headed. I'll not say anything to Tosh."

He gave me his word, a word he broke as soon as he could release himself. I'd tied each thumb to his big toe. It gave us time so he couldn't see the vehicle we were in.

It took an age to get to the Hull Ferry but even then, my work wasn't finished. I'd been using a card under the name of David Cook; there was still a hundred and twenty thousand on it. Donny would find out from the holiday camp what name was used, he had contacts to follow any payments. I intended to use that to send him the wrong way.

It was an overnight ferry; we had a cabin, so small two people couldn't be standing up at the same time. We went directly to Duty Free. I bought four Rolex watches and one of each of the perfumes. Two iPads and iPhones, cameras, laptops, anything of value. It took us three hours to get it down to thirty thousand. It took us an age to load the car and relax.

That night we ate at the best restaurant, spending all we could on food and drink. I then went to the lorry decks, seeing one that would make a good target, the huge sign on the side simply said Berlin. An hour before we were due to leave, I planted the phone, with no working function other than Apple Pay with five hundred available to spend.

We left the next morning with the usual rabble of people, heading to Germany. Stopping at a shopping centre to buy clothes suitable for a warm climate and get down to the five hundred I wanted.

Realising we had spent nearly a day in the shopping centre I drove through the night, heading for France, staying at an Airbnb for three days to get our breath back.

I was shattered and went to bed at seven in the morning, not waking till four that afternoon. I had a shower then went into the garden to find Kerry. She was on her sunbed, dressed in a small black bikini.

"Oh fuck." I whispered looking at her.

It seems daft, but what I noticed most was her hips, they'd filled out, showing no sign of the starvation that had made them so skeletal. Her legs were still thin, but a healthy life would bring back the strength.

Her belly had been cursed with a large sore that had almost been an ulcer, nothing but a faint red mark was left, that was drowned by the slight pink of a suntan to be. I guess I was avoiding looking at her breasts, I was trying to keep in the protector mode but that was becoming increasingly difficult. I was the cuckold maker, not some snivelling teenager, all hard on and no substance. My reputation was such I should have buried my cock in her arse half a dozen times by now, the best so far was an accidental feel of her butt cheeks one morning as I woke up. The raging hardon that caused took an age to go down

At the caravan we had slept in the same bed, keeping apart with a pillow between us. Today she'd chosen the smallest of two bedrooms, so I guess that was over.

We'd hardly spoken since leaving Great Yarmouth, both had tried to process how close I was to killing a man so we could live. If only we hadn't gone for a walk, if we had simply driven away, she would still be happy.

I thought I'd get some sun on my skin so changed into shorts and took a cranberry juice and ice out for her. I should've recognised that soft sigh she made as she slept, but I pulled at her arm to give her the drink and smiled, expecting a smile back.

"No, No! Leave me alone, get away, don't touch me!" She screeched.

Her flailing arms knocked the drink over us both, it was freezing, I swore, at the cold, not her. But she clutched her knees tightly to her chest and slung her arms around her head protecting herself as much as she could.

"Kerry, Kerry, I'm sorry." I said trying to soothe her. "I made you a drink."

I saw panic in her face when she looked at me, once she realised who I was, she ran into the house. She needed space so I sat and read a book that was lying around.

Sometime later I glanced at my watch, it was eight pm, at that moment she walked back in.

"I'm sorry." She sighed.

"That's ok." I grinned. "You don't have to tell me anything, but I think it will be a good idea if we got you some treatment."

"I think the stress of the last few days just got to me." She said pulling me close. "If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I would be."

"What about that bar we saw coming in. It's a walk but that should do us good."

She changed into a simple floral dress, very feminine, eyes followed her when we walked in, pushing her sunglasses onto her head. A waiter arrived instantly. I ordered beers as we looked at the menu.

"How old are you?" I asked, then apologised.

"Nineteen." She said shyly. "I'm not really used to drinking."

The night progressed, the food being French was outstanding. Towards the end of the night the owner walked over, I'd seen him looking at us a few times, I'd also watched what he did.

I guess dodgy people attract dodgy people. As soon as I saw him up close, I realised he was a crook. I turned my wrist so he could see the Rolex, he smiled knowingly.

"I know a man who would offer seven thousand for that." He said sounding friendly.

"I would only talk to people who would offer fifteen." I replied. "After all, it was purchased, and registered, I even have the receipt and proof of ownership."

"May I look at it?" He asked, I handed it over.

"He has three other friends." I added.

There was some discussion and a price of fifty thousand euros was agreed. The exchange would take place the next morning, payment in cash.

"We want to see France more closely, villas are fine, but we want to know the real France. We are looking for an RW, my car in exchange. Do you have any contacts?"

"I saw you arrive, I have to say, an English man, a beautiful woman and a car like that, why would you want an RV?"

"I prefer a more common approach; we like to stop whenever we feel the need." I answered, grinning as he chuckled.

"Is it stolen?"

"I have the ownership documents which I'm sure our foreign friends would love but I wouldn't recommend it for sale to an honest man like you."

"I will see you are happy and will talk to some people."

We parted as friends, it was midnight. I was high on the adrenalin of the deal, she seemed confused.

"I understand you bought the watches to sell but you lost a lot of money." She said.

"I could sell for twice as much, but it would take an age, I need cash now." I answered.

"You gave me a thousand, take that back."

"You need money of your own." I said laughing.

"But the car, is it stolen?"

"It got lost." I sniggered.

"So, we've been driving around in a stolen car, in a foreign country, hunted by gangsters and your brother who wants to kill us."

She stopped in her tracks, a cloud covered the moon, the night suddenly went darker.

I explained what I had done, how the car wouldn't be missed for months. That it would be sold on quickly, sent abroad, probably Russia, and all trace of us erased.

"But that's criminal." She gasped.

"Depends on how you look at it. We have our deal that keeps us safe from a problem we didn't cause. The Frenchman will make a small fortune, a Russian would be able to drive a car that can't be exported to them, the owner, who was stupid enough to leave ownership documents in the car, will be taught a valuable lesson and will claim off his insurance company who have been robbing from us for years, so it's redirecting wealth to the people."

The cloud disappeared; bright moonlight lit the scene with a silverly light. We were standing close together so we couldn't be heard. Instinctively my arms went around her, she tensed but I didn't let go.

"Kerry, I will never hurt you, please understand that." I whispered.

"I know." She said softly and began to weep.

I held her in my arms, in the middle of a moon lit lane with only the sounds of nature around us. My shirt was soaking, covered in mascara, tears and snot, but I didn't care. I sensed these tears were a release; a way her mind could begin to put the past behind her.

She was shivering, not from the cool of the night but from emotion, when I thought she was done, she reached up and kissed me softly then began to cry again.

We sat on a stone bridge, listening to the bubbling water while she told her story. Often stopping to release the tears.

She'd had a boyfriend, a full-on love job but she was uncomfortable with the amount of sex he was demanding and what he wanted to do. One night he'd slapped her in the face and stormed off, going to the town bike for a real fuck, as he'd said.

That night she woke to her mother's new boyfriend pulling up her nightdress. He whispered he would teach her about sex. She struggled and screamed enough for her younger brother to hear, he came to her rescue, but when her mother came back from work she went mad at her, saying terrible things. She'd hardly enough time to grab some clothes, filling a bag for life.

Because of her boyfriend she had no friends, family arguments removed any kind of support. When she went to the council the man there made her feel ill. He suggested she lived with him.

On the streets she was a target from the first night. Homeless men tried to molest her; the women took her things. There was only one kind person, Beryl, and old woman, who'd been on the streets for years. She cut off her hair, taught her body odour and filth put men off.

She was attacked regularly but when they smelt her and saw the sores developing on her body, they would kick her around but leave her alone. She'd lived like that for more than a year. Eating from skips the supermarkets used to throw away food.

Donny had attacked her twice before but had been disturbed. The third time she'd resigned herself to being raped and beaten when I came along.

"You need time to heal." I said softly holding her close. "But I will be here."

We walked back to the bungalow, feeling tired but happy.

I woke to the sounds of birds shouting. I sat up, trying to clear the sleep from my head. The door opened, Kerry stepped in wearing her grey flannel night shirt.

"Can you check my skin, I thought I would sunbathe today?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, get on your belly." I said pulling a sheet over my shorts.

She lay down, taking the shirt off.

"I'll get the cream." I said having a long piss before I grabbed the bag.

"Feel the skin for bumps, that's how the sores start." She advised.

I started on her neck and arms, stroking the skin gently with the palms of my hands. I ran them all over her back and sides, then moved to her legs, feet first, moving upwards to her inner thighs.

"Is my butt still covered in boils?" She asked. I felt over her panties. "You've seen me before, pull them down."

My cock was so hard it hurt and was dripping precum. The sight of her naked ass made it twitch. I pulled her cheeks apart and felt the skin, slowly.

"No. it's perfect." I sighed.

She turned over, I pulled the sheet to cover me more.

"Every night when we slept in the same bed I would wake up with your cock parked in my ass crack. If I tried to move it, it would peep out." She giggled.

"I'm only human, it's what happens when a man see's a beautiful woman naked." I protested.

"So, I'm beautiful." She said happily. "Just check me over, no need for modesty."

I began on her belly but almost immediately moved to her breasts. The sagging fried egg breasts of the past were gone. Her tits were full, large and perky, brown nipples were hard, I cupped a breast in my hand, squeezing to find it firm, healthy.

I'd lost concentration and realised the tip of my cock was poised directly over her hole. It could feel the heat from her body and was demanding entry.

"I'm sorry." I whispered but couldn't move away.

"Kiss me." She said firmly.

"Kerry." I whimpered as I felt her hand guide my cock inside.

"I want this Jimmy, please."

We both sighed as my cock slipped inside. I felt an immediate rise and fought back; this was not the time for premature ejaculation. She needed this, I wouldn't let her down.

She pushed her body up to press against me; our skin screamed for the others touch. My mouth devoured her nipples as a hand played with a breast. Mouths sought each other, tongues danced together, I tasted her minty toothpaste, it was like honey from paradise.

"Oh Jimmy." She moaned, gripping my flesh, pushing against me as hard as she could, shivering as the pleasure washed over.

I matched this strength, pushing her down onto the bed in a masculine show of dominance and let the rise take over, trying to push the huge spurt of cum deeper into her.

I rolled off and lay on my back, basking in the glory of what we had done, straining to take a huge lungful of air.

"That's never happened before." She said breathing hard. "I never thought it would happen, I used to have to finish myself."

Though she was already red from the exertion I saw her body blush.

"I never meant to say that." She confessed.

"I'd like to see you do that sometime." I joked.

"Maybe I will." She replied coyly.

Her hand went to the scar on my stomach, a finger touched it gently, following its path. She then tugged at the sheet covering my cock, she lifted it up.

"It's wet." She said and giggled.

"That's all you." I said with a grin as she snuggled in kissing my chest.

Her tongue licked my nipple, it went hard in half a second and made me squirm, but the more I tried to stop her the more she insisted. I ended up underneath her, laughing. She sat on me and peered into my eyes; I could feel the wet of her cunt on my belly.

"My god." She sighed. "I've never been this happy in my life." She began to cry, gentle tears that ran slowly down her face.

I pulled her next to me, just to hold and kiss for a while.

"We better get up; our French friend will be here soon." I said slapping her bare backside.

He arrived spot on time, breezing into the garden with a friendly smile. I showed him the watches, he inspected each and handed over a large paper bag of euros.

He looked around the car and the ownership documents, summoning another man for a second opinion.

"It won't be missed for three months." I offered as he looked over every inch.

He nodded to my new friend. He made a call, speaking in French.

"I think I can offer you a fair deal." He said looking by me, at Kerry, laid on a sunbed. His eyes opened wide when she rose and walked over, asking if he wanted tea or anything else. I saw she knew the impression she was having on the men.

A smart RV, just a year old arrived. We went to inspect it. Kerry opened the door and climbed in, pausing a moment as she looked inside. One man coughed and shook his head but kept his eyes on her at all times.

"How do you get the bed out honey, is it quick?" She asked.

A man showed her, she lay in the bed, on her side, her black bikini looked fit to burst.

"I like it." She said sexily.

I was impressed with the vehicle, it was much better than I had expected, it even had two adult bikes attached to the back. I was shown the different features and how to drive it.

"I'll be back in six months, we need to meet and discuss other business, I'm sure you will like." I said as they left with the Mercedes.

"Are you mad with me?" She asked looking naughty. I shook my head and laughed.

"You made their eyes pop out."

"I know, I've covered myself up for so long it was nice to be looked at."

I had an app on my iPad, showing sites across France and choose a path we could take over the next three weeks, before we moved into Spain, again taking a leisurely route to our planned destination, a lake in the middle of nowhere. We would stay for a year, by then Donny would have grown tired of hunting us down.

I'd planned everything meticulously, there was no way we could be traced, In the first weeks I'd spoken to a guy who had the same RV, He recommended I bought spare number plates as it was hard to suddenly have to replace them.

That night I pinched the rear plate, a few days later the front. When we parted ways I put the plates on our RV. It was best not to trust anyone, if my new French friend had somehow betrayed me, they would be looking for an RV they could never find.

This new sense of security took the stress from us, our relationship developed quickly. It was a good job she'd had an injected contraceptive as there was no doubt she would have been pregnant.

Kerry wasn't just up for it; she was mad for it. We lived a healthy life of exercise, eating well and long hours of sleep. This gave us the strength for long bouts of love making. All thoughts of the past were gone, she loved every position we tried, often climaxing more than once in a session.

She loved me to finger her slowly, then move down to give her cunt a tongue lashing, squealing with delight when I pushed the tip of my thumb into her ass. She wanted to try anal, something her boyfriend had begged for and had been refused.

We had no lubrication, so I gave her ass a good rimming, using a finger to open her arse wide enough to push my cock in. It was a memory I would take into eternity. Her brown, tanned ass, was positioned before me, she pushed back as I pushed in, giving my cock extra strength to take her anal virginity. With such a willing partner I took my time, enjoying how her ass gripped my cock as I pumped her body, finally filling her with my cum.

It was in a field, in the cool of midnight, as I screamed my pleasure a dog howled back. After, we lay in the grass and fell asleep, waking in the morning as a tractor drove by. We couldn't say if the farmer had seen us or not but just the thought made us giggle over the next weeks.

She became an expert in riding my cock, either facing me or the cow girl position. She had a kind of super vagina, and could squeeze me tighter, bringing me to a finish whenever she wanted.

I adored her, all thoughts of returning were gone. I wanted to stay like this forever and why shouldn't we. I had five other id's I could use for money. We weren't spending much and I knew that if I contacted Benny, my share of the profits would be handed over.

We reached our destination on the 23rd of August. It was called the Lakes, it was two hundred acres of cold water, used for sailing, diving, fishing, swimming, all the kinds of the things you did in water.

The lake was surrounded by a nature park, with long trails to hike, and sites for glamping, RV's and caravans, with a shop, bar and restaurant. The ideal place for outdoor activities. Though it was high season there was still plenty of room for more people.

Those who were there kept themselves busy during the day but often built fires to cook around at night. Phones had no signals; there was no internet, but this seemed to be welcomed by everyone.

But on that first morning, as I walked towards the lake, the annoying sound of dirt bikes became louder. I saw two of them heading towards me. I admit my temper began to rise but it went through the roof when I saw I was their target.

I guessed they were teenagers, I heard them rev up as they grew close. I guessed for them it was a game of chicken, they wanted me to run, but I stood my ground and waited. They went by me, one on each side, riding as close as they could, that was their mistake. As they sped by, a small push knocked them into a wriggling run that ended in a crash. The first groaned and rose to his feet in a cloud of dust.

"You fucker, my dad is going to kill you." He snarled. I grabbed him by the collar of his leathers and dragged him along screaming about being assaulted. His brother ran over.

"Get your father." I barked; he dashed away leaving his brother howling and swearing.

A man in a white vest and union jack shorts tumbled out of a nearby pod and headed towards me. I couldn't hear what he was shouting but the tone told he was angry. He was taller and heavier, lathered in tattoos but I was more than a match for him. I think he sensed this and stopped about ten feet away.

"The fuck you doing!" He screamed. "That's my boys."

I pulled off the punks' helmet and slung it as far as I could, then grabbed his collar and half threw, half pushed him towards his father.

"What stupid cunt let's his kids ride around like that." I snarled.

My fists were ready; I had the fighters' stance and wanted to do battle.

A painfully thin women with a yellow bruise on her cheek caught up with the man."

"Dan, don't. I told you people would complain." She whimpered.

He raised his arm and was about slap her.

"Do that in front of me and you will wake up in hospital." I growled stepping close enough to throw a punch.

He took two steps back and looked frightened.

"If I see a new bruise on her face while you are here, I will knock ten bells of shit out of you."

There was a growing crowd around me, then suddenly Kerry was there.

"Jimmy, he's not worth losing a day's holiday making statements to the police." She said pulling on my arm.

One of the boys was crying, he'd scraped his arm on the stoney ground.

"Bring him to the restaurant, I'll see to his arm." Kerry said to the woman who followed her meekly.

"They've been doing that since they got here." A woman shouted.

"They should kick them out. Nearly knocked our Brenda over." Another said.

Kerry had calmed me down, I didn't need blood anymore, Dan watched my every move and looked ready to run.

"Let's sort this out over a pint." I suggested.

We sat on an outside table and ordered two beers. Kerry and Sandra, his wife, sat with us an hour later. The kids joined us and we had lunch together which he paid for.

Over the next few days we spent some time with them, became friendly, but we were glad when they left so we could spend our time alone. We went for long walks in the nature reserve, swam in the freezing cold water, relaxed on the beach, even learned how to paddle a canoe.

Most people had left the site, we were down to three other couples, and they had left early that morning for a trip out. I saw a car approaching in the distance but thought nothing of it.

I was checking the amount of water that was left in the tanks, when I heard the unmistakable click of a gun, just as I felt the hard metal push into the back of my head.

"Got you, you cunt." It was Donny Carson.

He led me to the supply shed, I saw Henry first, he even smiled at me, the traitorous bastard. But my anger dropped when I saw my brother Cal, holding Kerry tightly with the barrel of a gun pointing upwards under her chin.

"Please don't hurt him." She pleaded. "I'll do what you want, how you want, just don't hurt him."

"Is she the replacement for Kat?" Cal said. "Tits aren't as big though." Donny grinned as Cal squeezed her breasts hard, she made no sound.

Donny lost concentration, I span around, snatched the gun from his hand and rammed it under his chin, ignoring his threats.

"We were pushed into a bad situation." I said to my brother. "She lived on the streets, he was about to rape her, I stopped him, that's all."

"Stinking bitch should've been glad for my cock." Donny sneered.

"Thing is, you would've killed her, like you did the others." I hissed. He made no effort to deny it; this was almost a confession.

I saw Henry's eyes open wide and a look of disgust cross Cals face.

"You are brothers, your mother will be so ashamed." Kerry said loudly.

"Not the best thing to say." I said quickly.

"Yeah, our mother loved him, hated me. I got the beatings he got pocket money." Cal growled.

"That's mostly true." I said back. "But that umbrella of hers didn't half hurt."

Cal laughed. "Toughened us up though." He commented almost warmly.

"But where has it got you Cal. Alan Carson is a fucked up has been who doesn't have a clue, you run the entire business for him. Donny is a serial killer, he rapes and murders young women. What about the code, you shouldn't do the shit this ass hole does, beats them close to death, then guts them."

I slapped the side of Donny's face with the gun at the thought of it, blood ran down his face.

"Is he the alleyway killer?" Henry asked Cal who didn't reply.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to gut you." Donny snapped.

"You aren't coming out of this alive unless we are freed." I warned, hitting him again.

"Gotta say bro, sending us to Germany through Henry was a clever trick."

"Who grassed?" I asked.

"Dan, get in here." Cal shouted.

When Dan stepped into the room Kerry struggled to get at him.

"I didn't know it was you until I got home." He said looking at the floor. "The rewards a hundred grand man, I have a family."

"So, Cal does all the work and Donny gets the money." Kerry said when she'd calmed down.

"Let me kill this fucker now, his dad dotes on him, he'll go to pieces. Take the body home, put a gun in his dad's hand. You are then number one." I offered.

I felt Donny tense.

"The guys will follow you." Henry said, Donny made more threats. "You're going to gut me, what do I have to lose?"

"Cal, kill the fucker." Donny ordered.

Cal tightened his grip around Kerry's neck with his left hand and pulled his right arm up, aiming the gun at me. I saw the fear in her eyes and the tears already forming.

"I will kill him." I warned.

"You're not a killer bro." Cal said and pulled the trigger.

The bang stunned me, all I could hear was a ringing in my ear, Kerry dropped to the floor, I looked to my brother, at the huge grin on his face. I felt the wet of blood on my arm and saw the hole in Donny's forehead. I dropped him and stood back.

"You could've killed me." I shouted.

"Fucking drama queen." Cal joked.

Dan was about to start screaming. I punched him full in the face.

"Load the body up shithead." I ordered. When he and Henry had obeyed, I turned on him again. "That makes you an accessory, fifteen years minimum, so you better keep your mouth shut."

"He deserved it." Kerry said. "But what happens now?"

"They take his body home, the grief-stricken father will kill himself that night while he's asleep. Cal takes over and we do what we want for the rest of our lives."

My brother left us alone in a cloud of dust as he sped away.

Though the day was hot we sat in the RW processing what had gone on. I realised I now needed to switch my phones back on. Within minutes Benny was calling, almost crying with concern. He demanded to fly out to wherever we were.

"What's going on Jimmy, whose Benny, why does he need to see you so badly?"

"He's my business partner." I offered still reluctant to confess what I was in case she left me.

"You're a criminal, aren't you?" She said looking me directly in the eyes.

"Yes." I said eventually. "But not like Cal."

I told her everything about the business. It took some time. For comfort more than anything else we lay on the bed, feeling the aircon cool our skin as I explained how much profit had been made, what my plans for the future were.

"What would happen if you were caught?" She asked.

"Believe it or not but I have no previous convictions, the people we steal from don't even know what's happened. If we were found out, it could only be for one theft. I'd be unlucky to get a big fine."

"Nobody ever gets hurt." She stated.

"There's nobody there to hurt." I answered.

"People get cheaper clothes and we get rich." She said to herself.

"We shift the money around; we even pay taxes."

"I'm hot." She whispered taking her top off, unclipping her bikini top."

"I'll put the fan on."

"Not that kind of hot, my cunt is dripping, get hard for me honey."

She almost ripped my pants off to straddle my cock, sitting back so it rubbed on her clit. Her tanned tits jiggled as she fucked me. She was usually a quiet shag but this day she was screaming as the climax struck.

"Fuck me like I'm your bitch." She demanded, turning around, pointing her swollen cunt for me to have.

Each time I poked her she grunted. I grabbed at her hips, pulling her onto me, then mauled her tits. When I felt the time was ready to cum, I pulled out and turned her around.

"Close your eyes." I demanded as I made the last few strokes, aiming my cock to her face, grunting as I covered it in my spunk.

I made no effort to clean it off but watched it drip down her face, onto her neck to run over her tits.

"Can you get me some tissue." She said laughing as she moved her hands towards the side of the bed, finally finding the toilet roll we had been using, clearing the jizz from her eyes first, giggling at the mess.

Benny and Tina arrived three days later, giving out long hugs and crying a lot. The girls became firm friends as we made our way back to France to meet my friend. We took two weeks to travel there, enjoying the time together.

We had a wonderful lunch before sitting in the garden, sipping beers as we talked. He realised the significance of what we were offering, security codes for stores and warehouses and how the business worked, understanding why small amounts were the key. As I expected he had all the contacts we needed and could run things his side, even suggesting a European plan for the future.

We would stay a few more weeks and set things up, though we wouldn't show ourselves to anyone who would be involved. That way, if people were caught, they couldn't identify anyone.

As my French friend left, he dug in his pocket, handing over a phone.

"You left this behind." He said waving goodbye.

I began charging it up. I went back outside to see Kerry sitting in her own. She put her finger to her lips for silence and nodded towards the bedroom. Tina had dragged Benny to bed and was being very vocal, directing Benny to what she wanted, screaming when he hit the spot. She was shouting, oh my god, over and over while thumping the bed. It went on for ages.

"That must be her second time." Kerry said supressing laughter. "They are worse than us."

"It's a turn on being bad." I grinned. "Look how you were."

"I'm a bit sore from this morning." She grinned back.

Benny came back glowing red and sweating. Sandra dropped the phone in front of me. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Hope you didn't hear anything." She stuttered, blushing when we began to chant oh my god.

I flicked the phone on, a minute later it flashed with dozens of messages. It was my turn to blush. This was the phone I used for my cuckolded friends.

"I can't open that wide." Kerry said when she spotted a picture sent to me from Mary and John.

"That's how I was." I said deleting everything from the phone, flicking the sim card out, bending it in half.

"My god, Kerry has killed the cuckold maker!" Benny cried.

The End.