Dave Never Suspected A Thing Redux

When I wrote the story, "Dave Never Suspected A Thing," I was not expecting much in the way of reaction. It was a one-off idea with the working title of "Frog Story," with the premise being a guy is placed into a pot of water with the temperature slowly rising until his wife fucks a frog.

It turned out to be my most widely read, most voted on, most commented on, second most favorited and least liked story that I had written to-date. I mean, people hated it. My favorite comment was, "NO one is THAT stupid. 1 little star. Oh yeah, the wife is a skank."

With reviews like that, I had to take a curtain call with more from Dave. And while that review may be a little harsh, (spoiler alert) yeah, the wife is a skank.

This story picks up where "Dave Never Suspected A Thing" left off but flashes back to some of the events in that story from a different perspective, so you may want to read that horrid story first.

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"Dave never suspected a thing," Jan said as she slipped into the spacious shower occupied by Gary. "He's fixing breakfast, so we need to be quick."

Her hand dropped between his legs to grasp his soapy rod. She began sliding her small hand along the length of his rapidly hardening cock. Turning him into the spray she washed the soap from his front and his balls before pulling him out of the spray. She dropped to her knees in front of the big man. She slimed Gary's rock-hard cock with her tongue, spreading her spit with her hand as she pumped his hefty erection.

Jan enveloped Gary's mushroom head as she continued to pump the saliva-lubed man-meat in her fist. Gary soon felt his climax starting to arrive and pushed her off of him breathlessly.

"Not yet. I want to fuck you," he gasped.

"We don't have time," Jan told him as she rose, turned, leaned against the wall, spreading her legs for him. "Hurry."

Gary slid deep into her tight tunnel and began gaining speed.

Jan sucked air at the sudden intrusion, but urged him on, "Oh God, yes. Fuck me hard. I'm ready to come. Come in me. Fill me up, stud."

Gary suspected she was acting for his sake, but when she shuddered, stifled a scream, and he felt her cunt squeezing him, he didn't care and fired ribbons of semen into her waiting womb.

Jan recovered quickly from her "orgasm" and urged Gary, "Go get dressed and keep Dave occupied. I still have to wash my hair."

She reached for the shampoo as she watched Gary's firm muscular ass disappear from view. She shook her head as she thought how this strange asymmetric ménage got started at the beginning of the summer and how rapidly it had become so... so normal.

Today was the twenty-fifth anniversary of her first date with Dave, not that he would remember such trivial events. She would not remind him.

He was so cute, she thought, on their first date. They had gone out to dinner at a place that Dave said had been highly recommended by a friend. It turned out to be a family-style restaurant, seated on a long bench beside and across from strangers. Dave had joined in discussions with their tablemates, but Jan felt awkward and smiled and nodded to avoid conversation.

She had really liked Dave and did not want her first date with him to turn into a dud. On an impulse, while Dave was going on about the upcoming city council race with the lady in front of him, Jan reached over and placed her hand on his crotch. Dave stumbled, lost his train of thought, stole a glance at Jan, and trailed off into a mumble. The lady did not seem to notice and continued on about how Westwood was going to win and he was totally in the pocket of the developers. Jan gave him a little squeeze and withdrew her hand. Dave was very attentive to Jan the rest of the night.

When he walked her to the door of her studio apartment, she asked him if he wanted to come in and watch TV. He readily agreed and shambled in.

"I rented 'Chocolat' that won the Oscar or something. Have you seen it?" Jan asked.

"No. Go for it," Dave said as he looked around her small one-room studio apartment while she fiddled with the TV and the VCR. The apartment had a kitchenette in one corner, and in another, the sheetrock box that enclosed a toilet, a tiny prefab shower, and a lavatory in the smallest space possible. Next to the kitchen divider was the door we entered and a small table with two straight-back chairs. In the living space there was only a double bed against one wall and a big-screen 28" TV atop the dresser on the opposite wall. Dave realized that the only piece of furniture he could see the TV from was Jan's bed.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" the microwave went off.

"Popcorn's ready," Jan informed him as the green-screened FBI warning came on the display and the picture stabilized. She plopped down across the bed arranging large throw pillows behind her to lean against the far wall and offered a spot next to her with a pat of her hand on the bed. He started to clamber up there when she stopped him with a look and showing him the palm of her hand. Dave froze and looked at her with a curious and slightly frightened expression, trying to determine what he had done wrong.

"Take off your shoes, young man," Jan instructed him with a stern look.

Dave fumbled to comply and then turned to her for permission to return. Jan fought back a grin and nodded.

"You behave well. Maybe I should have told you to take off your pants," she teased.

He swallowed hard and swiftly moved to the indicated spot beside her. He was a little nervous and surprised when she nestled into the crook of his arm.

Dave instantly became engrossed in the film while Jan studied him. He was clearly a nerd, but was cute in a boyish way, with a shock of brown hair and his smart-guy glasses. He was intelligent but could be so oblivious to social cues. She figured he would never make a move and it would be up to her if anything was going to happen.

After the popcorn was gone, she set the bowl aside and pulled his head to hers and kissed him. He was clearly excited and uncertain what he should do next, but he was not dumb and kissed her again. When he felt her tongue slip between his lips, he greeted it with his own tongue before he began to explore her mouth as well.

Jan broke off the kiss and pulled her blouse over her head. Dave stared, but as she reached to undo her bra, he got the message and eagerly grabbed the hem of his own shirt and lifted it over his head without unbuttoning it. Jan giggled, when it caught on his head and left him momentarily trapped. Dave was not to be deterred as he manage to extract himself from the shirt only to see Jan wriggling from her tight jeans. Dave's trousers joined hers on the floor and they sat looking at each other's exposed bodies.

Jan, wearing only thin flesh-toned bikini panties made from some silky material and trimmed with embroidered roses, had a slender figure with small round breasts that fit her frame perfectly. At that time, she was a blonde. Dave, wearing only black crew socks and tighty whities with a tent and a wet spot courtesy of his modest boner, had a naturally good build, but was soft and almost blindingly pale. Jan giggled at his comic appearance then rolled over him, pressing her firm tits against his bare chest, and kissed him vigorously, rubbing her hands over his body. As briskly she had rolled over him, she flopped back against the pillows and spread her arms in a welcoming gesture.

Dave rolled on top of her and began kissing her tenderly. Jan put her hand on the back of his head, pulling him tightly against her lips and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. When she broke off the kiss, Dave was out of breath and red-faced. Without moving her hand from the back of his head, she guided him lower to her breasts. Dave kissed, licked, nibbled and suckled her breasts until her pink nipples were shiny and standing at attention.

Jan was surprised when Dave, without prompting or guidance, began kissing his way down her body, past her navel over her panties to put his mouth directly over her sex as he knelt between her lewdly spread legs. He slowly exhaled and his warm breath gave a Jan a shot of pure adrenaline.

Again, before she could react, Dave hooked her panties and slid them off, raising her legs almost vertically in the process, and shifted her with a couple of pillows behind her back and another under her butt to raise her up a little. Dave stretched out between her legs, on his belly, and nuzzled up to her sex. In those days, Jan had been into Brazilian waxing and was completely bare and smooth.

Dave began deliberately, nibbling and kissing her inner thighs, her lower buttocks and her perineum. The latter tickled and made her squirm and whimper. Starting at her taint, Dave languidly drew his tongue along the tight line denoting the border of the promised land. As he did, it blossomed like a flower, showing glistening drops of the dew of her arousal. A second swipe through the opened petals made the drops disappear and elicited a soft groan from Jan.

Jan had never had a man spend more than five minutes eating her out and only as a quick prelude to a fuck. This was different. Dave was settled in comfortably and seemed to be in it for the long haul. He was tender, patient and an artist at his craft. He slowly used his tongue to build her to a level where she felt her orgasm was imminent-- and just kept it there, impossibly on the edge for what seemed an eternity.

When it felt like something had to give, Dave clamped his mouth over her clitoris and sucked hard. Jan saw a white light inside her head. Fireworks went off with bombs bursting in air.

But Dave was not finished. As she eased down from the spectacular orgasm, he deliberately started again, building her back. After her third explosive orgasm in forty-five minutes, Jan was exhausted. When she felt the fourth orgasm start to build, she pushed him away.

"I can't. Oh my God! I never... I can't" Jan mumbled. Dave scooted up to her side, laying his head on her breast as she stroked his unruly hair.

"That was amazing. I owe a debt of gratitude to some woman who taught you well," said Jan as she tilted his face toward hers. She chuckled when she saw that his entire face, even up to his eyebrows was shiny with her fluids. She gave him a peck on the lips then turned her attention to his pleasure.

Jan started by removing the black socks, one at a time. As she moved up to take hold of the waist of his underwear, she saw the front of his white cotton briefs was nearly transparent with the shiny pearly gleam of the accumulated gelatinous liquid.

"Did you already come?" Jan asked as Dave lifted his butt to help her remove his underpants.

"No!" Dave answered a little too forcefully. "It's just pre-cum. Eating your pussy really turned me on."

Jan chortled, "I like that. You can do that a lot. Now, let's take care of this little fellow." She took his rigid member into her mouth, down to his wiry public hair. Dave managed to keep from coming immediately, but a minute later when her finger brushed his tight back pucker, without warning Dave lost control.

Jan knew her way around a cock, but the hair trigger on Dave's backdoor portal caught her by surprise. She felt it coming and backed off, hoping to let him cool down so she could continue, but Dave had passed the point of no return and began to spurt as she held his dick still. The first shot hit her cheek, but she was able to move out of the way and the others fell harmlessly on his chest and abdomen. She scooped the semen from her face into her mouth. She liked the taste. She was hooked on Dave. Without hesitation, she raked the remainder from his body and sucked it from her hand, loudly slurping the thick fluids. She swallowed it all and then gave Dave a sloppy kiss with her cummy lips and tongue.

Jan had never seen a man come before. She had felt them come in her pussy, in her mouth, and even in her ass a few times, but she had never seen it spray like a fountain before. She was fascinated watching him come and after that took every opportunity to finish him with her hand, catching his sweet tasting release in her other hand. Each time, when his orgasm came she would hold his penis gingerly to aim his ejaculation so she could watch it without spilling it, and then suck up Dave's semen from her hand.

It was only many years later as she sat under a dryer at a beauty salon, idly thumbing through a two-year-old issue of 'Cosmopolitan' and she read a description of a ruined orgasm and realized that she had done that to Dave hundreds and hundreds of times. She chuckled as she thought of how many times she must have left Dave horny and frustrated and he had never said a word, not once complained, but the more she thought about it, the hotter it seemed to her. She would not quit, but she would enjoy it more knowing the effect it had on him. It turned her on so much making a production of licking his gooey cream from her fingers, that sometimes she would make him go down on her again. Dave willingly applied his unique skill set and enthusiastically licked and sucked her pussy until she was sated.

"You should propose to me," Jan told Dave after they had been dating for eight months. Dave looked at her like a deer in headlights as he rose from the couch and hastily lowered to one knee, taking her hand and earnestly looking into he eyes. Jan giggled, "Not now, silly. You need to make a production of it. A girl wants to be swept off her feet... But while you are down there..." Dave grinned and dutifully removed her panties and started licking.

Dave did propose a week later in a fancy restaurant, with a $5,000 ring, $600 worth of flowers, and string quartet. He was ecstatic when she said yes. Trying to set a date was difficult and it would be nearly two and a half years before their wedding.

Dave loved Jan very much and thought that their active sex life was nearly perfect. Jan loved Dave very much and thought that their active sex life was okay. She was madly in love with him and never wanted to hurt him, but while his orals skills were out of the world, Dave was a lousy lay. He was inexperienced. He was small down there, had limited stamina and was so clumsy that an elbow was always poking her ribs, he was crushing her arm, or he was doing something else to make a beautiful act awkward and uncomfortable. She tried training him, but finally decided he was a lost cause in that department. She would just have to live with it she concluded.

Jan was consumed by guilt the first time she cheated on Dave. It was only three months after their engagement. (She had been fucking other guys prior to that but did not consider it cheating until they were engaged.) When she had looked at her hand, wrapped around another man's cock, with Dave's beautiful ring sparkling on her finger, she almost got up and walked out of the sleazy motel room. Almost. When she felt his normal-size cock plunge into her filling her in a way Dave did not, the guilt went away. She knew that this did not change her feelings for Dave and told herself that she deserved this experience occasionally.

She became a serial cheater, never becoming attached, and other than a few married regulars that she considered "safe," seldom with the same man twice. They meant nothing to her, only sexual satisfaction filling a missing piece in her life. She was careful, she was discrete and she never gave Dave a reason for suspicion. Her job required her to travel out of town once or twice a month. She kept most of her dalliances on the road with anonymous married businessmen who never knew her name.

Gary was a mistake from the beginning. She never meant to fuck Gary. She was a firm believer in not shitting where you eat, and the church, around her daughter, was the last place Jan wanted to find a new fuck buddy. Gary was smart, funny, charming, good looking and tall with a firm muscular build and a great head of dark hair--and oh, those eyes.

When the pair met, he seemed to know instinctually how to push Jan's buttons, flirting without being obvious to subtly arouse her through non-sexual touches and brushes, a twinkle of the eye, or a kind smile. Jan was blindsided by his charm to the point that she was the one that actually made the first move. The dream that she described to Dave with her cornering him in the walk-in cooler demanding a kiss as a toll was how it actually went down. That was not only a dream, it was also a vivid memory (except for the part about the snake tongue-- that was the dream. Gary had a talented but otherwise normal tongue).

From the start, everything was different for Jan with Gary. For the first time since the very first time she cheated, she felt guilt at what she was doing. She had had sex-- no, she had fucked many men during her twenty-five year relationship with Dave, but had never had an emotional connection with anyone until Gary. This was different.

It was a dilemma for Jan. She had rationalized her cheating over the years and she would internalize this as well. Her real problem was that she wanted both men. She did not think that either seemed to be the type to be willing to share. That was going to have to change. She began to map out a plan in her head.

The first step would involve bringing "her boys," as she thought of them, together. This would be touchy because while Dave was not the jealous type regarding her, he was very finicky about his space, his tools and his projects, and would not normally take kindly to an interloper in the heart of his being.

She first asked Gary. She didn't want scare him off either, because she was well aware that the last thing a guy wants is a friendship with the guy whose wife he is screwing. But, Gary was anxious to be around Jan, hoping to get her alone again. He told her that he could "handle" her husband. That worried her, but she wanted them to get comfortable being around each other.

When she came back from the store and heard the laughter from the pool area, she peeked inside to see the slightly homoerotic scene of the two men cavorting in the nude. She wasn't surprised to see her husband naked; he would take off his pants at the drop of a hat. She thought he might would have wanted to be shyer with his meager endowment, but it never seemed to bother him. Seeing Gary in all his glory excited her. When he grinned at her, she scurried out, not wanting to give herself away.

Jan was delighted to see the two men together. Comfortable in each other's company was more than she expected, and to see them comfortable with each other's nudity was not something she could even have dreamed of.

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Aside from her spectacular spontaneous soirée in the church cooler, Jan had learned to be careful and cover her tracks well over the years and she was careful in the early days with Gary. The only slip-up had been one night after work before Gary had moved in, she decided to swing by Gary's place for a quickie.

Jan never arrived home after work at any set time. Thirty minutes for a fuck and quick shower would not arouse any suspicion at home. She was careful about removing all of her clothes and setting them aside, and taking a shower afterwards to eliminate the possibility of any physical evidence of her indiscretion. But this time as Gary injected his hot jizz into Jan's tight cunt, Jan's phone rang. It was Dave.

Jan hastily composed herself and answered the phone, "Hey, babe. What's up?"

"... Oh shit! That's tonight? I forgot all about it."

"... No, I'll meet you there."

She hung up her phone and turned to Gary as she gathered her clothes, saying, "I forgot that all our neighbors are going to the planning commission meeting for a hearing. They're trying to put a toxic waste processing facility next to the elementary school. What could go wrong?"

She rushed out the door, fighting the traffic to arrive at the city complex with only minutes to spare. She rushed in to find Dave and when she spotted him in the lobby, he was talking to a neighbor. She could see the frustration on his face and hurried over to see what was the matter.

"Hey, Dave. What's wrong?" she inquired with concern.

"The developers pulled the agenda item, postponed until next month. This is what they do-- drag it out. They know there will be half the people here next month. Oh well, nothing to do here. What do you want to do for supper?" Dave asked as they walked to the parking lot.

Jan slipped into the routine of everyday life and replied, "We have that leftover noodle shit in the refrigerator."

"That sounds good. See you at the house. Be careful," Gary concluded as he closed Jan's car door and made his way to his own vehicle.

When they walked in, Jan splayed out in the big red easy chair by the door.

"What a day! That was so frustrating. I feel just drained from rushing over and then they pull this shit," Jan vented.

"I know just what you need," Dave said as he dropped to his knees between her legs and started pulling her panties off.

"Wait!" Jan panicked and grabbed the waistband of her panties. "Let me get a shower first." She held tight to the top of her panties. "I'm pretty stinky," she implored.

"Now you're just bragging. Me like stinky pussy," said Dave as he brushed her hand and her protests away, removed her panties, and buried his face between her pleasantly plump thighs.

"Pervert," Jan muttered and sighed at the sensation, as she braced for Dave's reaction. When she realized that there was not going to be one, she relaxed, gave in to the pleasure, and enjoyed her first orgasm.

After that, armed with the insight that Dave couldn't tell the difference after sufficient time had passed, Jan stopped worrying about discovery in that way so much. With Gary at their house regularly, working with Dave, they were able to slip away in the big old house and grounds for a furious coupling, with Jan bent over whatever object happened to be convenient, Gary slamming his hard meat into her until they enjoyed muted mutual orgasms, and he left his seed deep inside Jan.

But speed-fucks in the stable over a bale of hay were not enough for Jan. She wanted to sleep with Gary, have slow leisurely fucks, middle of the night fucks, good morning fucks; she wanted it all.

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It was Dave's idea. He and Gary had been working late one Friday night in the carriage shed on some ornate woodwork and they wanted to install it in the morning.

"It's crazy for you to drive all the way home and then turn around and come back in the morning. Why don't you spend the night here. Jan has fixed up the downstairs guest room with anything you might need and you can get an extra hour of sleep. I'll tell Jan," Dave announced without waiting for Gary's consent as he headed into the house.

Jan tried not to act too excited about Dave's news that Gary would be sleeping over when in reality she was almost jubilant at the suggestion.

"Sure, the bed's already made up, we have a spare toothbrush, and I guess he can just sleep in his underwear. Everything you have is too small," Jan said with a fleeting, rueful smile at her hint of hidden meaning.

They made sure that Gary was settled in, then nestled into their own bed. After the lights were out, Dave, still excited that his friend was sleeping over, enthused, "I'm so glad Gary decided to stay. You know, he's almost like the brother I never had."

"I love him too," Jan answered softly as she wrapped her fingers around his dick and delicately began stroking. Dave hardened quickly and when Jan ducked her head under the covers, he sighed as her lips enveloped his turgid package. She was extremely talented at the art and soon brought Dave close to the precipice. He tapped her shoulder and whispered, "I'm close." Jan surprised him by increasing her suction and Dave began to erupt in her mouth. This was a rare treat.

As she swallowed, she rose and kissed him with tongue, making sure he could taste himself. Jan didn't know why, but she thoroughly enjoyed heaping that small indignity on him from time to time. She had also let him experience a full orgasm because she knew he would be out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. Dave was a sound sleeper and would sleep through the night without awakening. He was not an early riser either.

Jan listened to his breathing and forced herself to remain still for a full fifteen minutes after she was sure he was fully asleep. Watching the minutes tick off her bedside clock, Jan was getting turned on by the brazenness of what she was about to undertake. She had run around behind Dave's back for years, but getting out of their marital bed and climbing into to the bed of another was a new high (low?) for Jan.

She slipped quietly from the bed and down the stairs to the guest room. The room was dark when she opened the door. She could hear the big man's soft snoring. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she could make out Gary sprawled on his back, taking up most of the queen-size bed. She slowly pulled the covers down and was delighted to find that Gary had not slept in his underwear and was naked in the bed. She could make out the outline of his soft cock stretched across his belly.

Jan gingerly settled on the bed and drew her tongue the length of his flaccid slab. It twitched and Gary stirred but did not awaken. Two more soft licks and it began to expand, still not hard, but straightening out and growing in girth. After the fourth delicate pass of her tongue, the tip achieved liftoff from his firm abdomen and Jan lightly took the head in her mouth, at first just holding it there. After Jan was sure Gary was still asleep, she began swirling her tongue around the bulbous crown of Gary's now completely hard tool, feeling the silky slickness of his leaking cock juice. Gary groaned but still did not awaken.

Jan was certain that Gary would become conscious of what was happening at some point as she climbed astride his broad body and sank her soaking wet pussy on to his rigid pole. Jan almost came immediately, but began carefully raising and lowering herself, feeling his hard erection penetrate deep into her sopping canal.

It only took a few minutes of this before she was on the verge. Gary had still not woken up but his hips were now moving in time with her thrusts. Jan slammed over the edge with a powerful but silent orgasm and her tight cunt squeezed Gary's cock. He groaned and she could feel him erupt inside her.

As she climbed off, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction, Gary had slept through the whole thing and rolled to his side, away from her. Jan draped her arm over his massive frame and drifted off to dreamland holding the big guy.

Jan woke up when she felt Gary's thick finger sliding into her snatch from behind as she lay on her soft belly.

"Oh, Dave..." she moaned, still not realizing where she was and who she was with.

Gary chuckled and spoke, "Sleeping with so many men you can't keep them all straight?"

Jan's eyes opened wide. It was still dark and she remembered where she was and what she had done. She could not contain a soft involuntary moan as his rough fingers scraped across a good place inside her. She was wet and ready for more than his finger. Without lifting her head from her pillow she pulled her knees up underneath her, raising her butt high under the covers, taking Gary's finger with her.

"Fuck me, please," she begged him.

Gary, willing to comply, climbed to his knees on the mattress behind her, shedding the covers, and ran his big cock up and down her drenched slit, slapping her clitoris lightly.

"Stop fucking teasing me, dammit!" Jan implored.

Gary positioned his fat knob at her opening and, without warning, leaned into her. She felt her body being opened up as he penetrated her fully in one deliberate and steady thrust.

"O-o-o-oh, God! That feels so-o-o good. Oh. Fuck me hard, Gary. Oh, fuck me baby, come on," Jan moaned.

Gary did not hesitate and began slapping his thighs into her buttocks as his hefty cock plundered her depths. Though she was trying to stay quiet, Jan could not stop from grunting, "Ugh, ugh, ugh," each time Gary's head bottomed out against her cervix. The sound echoed through the quiet house and could be heard clearly on the floor above, where her husband slept soundly through the whole episode.

Jan could feel her orgasm building and she knew it would be a satisfying one. She could tell Gary was close, too.

"Oh baby, come for me. I want to feel you come," Jan cried out sotto voce.

Gary gave two or three hard thrusts, then buried his flesh deep in her as his semen flooded her deep inside. Jan felt the heat and thrill of her own climax and her full satiation as her legs collapsed and she felt Gary's weight on top of her, his softening cock still trapped by her tight cunt.

Gary rolled off and held Jan tightly as they drifted back to sleep. It was morning when Gary awoke to sensation of Jan's steamy, sloppy mouth and tongue worshiping his manhood. She knew he was awake when he gently placed his hands on the crown of her bobbing head, riding her head down as she took his meat deep into her gullet. Without preamble or surrendering control of Gary's cock, she flipped her body around, her knees tenting Gary's head, legs spreading as she lowered her honey pot to his awaiting tongue.

Jan was already primed, and when she felt his tongue, dead on target, begin to perform its magic, she ground her sex hard on his face, her body now arrow straight above him, as she placed her weight on his face and soaked him with her juices.

Brimming with satisfaction, Jan hopped up, exclaiming, "Oh, my. Look at the time. I need to get back before Dave wakes up." Gary watched her tumble out of his bed and back to her husband, his hard cock twitching with each step she took.

Wiping herself and dropping the tissue into the bowl, Jan rose and flushed before washing her hands. She returned to the bedroom where Dave was still sleeping. He stirred as she climbed back in the bed after a six-hour absence spent with her lover one floor below. Taking advantage of his growing consciousness, Jan pressed gently but firmly on his neck and shoulders. Dave understood her unspoken language and dutifully descended between her soft thighs and began tonguing her vulva. He could taste traces of the fresh urine but noted that she was already aroused and lubricating profusely.

Jan was in heaven as her husband's talented tongue brought her carnal pleasure. She was exhausted by the balancing act that she was playing with the two, but reflected how well her plan was progressing, and how much she craved the sexual talents of each of her two boys. A shiver coursed her spine, but she was unsure if it was her thoughts of Gary's thick cock or from Dave's targeted flick attack on her most sensitive flesh. Whatever it took, Jan was determined to have it all.

When Dave's tongue brought her another wave of eye rolling pleasure, Jan knew she could not stay in bed all day. Taking Dave's rock hard dick in her hand she placed her thumb on the tip and began deliberately spreading the generous supply of pre-cum over the head, into the valley under the edge of his mushroom crown, along the folds of frenulum on the underside, and down the shaft, over the ridges of the network of visibly pulsing veins.

As she distributed his natural lubrication to the short length of his shaft, she began to quicken her strokes until his ball sack drew tight. Holding his dick tight in her hand, she could feel more than hear Dave's grunting in exertion, his tongue never stopping its devotion as she pressed her thumb tight on the opening at the tip of his wiener, holding back the flood. She could feel the pulses as his body pumped in vain the fluid of life it wanted to expel so badly.

When she felt the pulsing stop, she abruptly removed her thumb and giggled in glee as the pent-up load shot six inches straight up and the remainder dribbled into her waiting hand. Dave groaned, but tempered his frustration with his delight at the sound of her laughter. Jan never tired of this.

* * *

Jan had almost fallen out of her chair when Dave suggested Gary move in. She eagerly joined his voice to amplify the suggestion. She had been searching for weeks for an opening to make this happen but it was so much better coming from Dave. When Gary assented, she felt like she could fuck him right there. Instead, she wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him to her for a passionate open-mouthed kiss. When she broke off the kiss, she still held her arms about his neck and looked him in the eyes, full of mischief, beaming, and pledged, "We are going to have so much fun."

The camping trip had all been Gary's idea. Jan was dubious at best. She was not comfortable with the woods and the insects and animals that occupied them. He insisted that it would be a blast, and she would love the campsite. Gary was very persuasive and soon they were headed to the lake. The three campers sat across the front bench seat of Gary's big truck, Jan in the middle. As Dave took in the scenery, Gary placed his big hand high on Jan's bare thigh and gave her an affectionate squeeze. Jan peeked at Dave, still taking in the sights, and reached swiftly, squeezing Gary's big cock before withdrawing her hand. Her eye's twinkled in delight at her own outrageous behavior. Gary grinned and shook his head at her audacity.

"How big is it?" Dave asked, staring out the window. "The lake," he followed up, clarifying his question.

"It's about eight miles long and two across. It's pretty big," Gary replied.

After the campsite was established, they had prepared and eaten a tasty dinner, and were relaxing by the fire. The wheels in Jan's head were turning on how she was going to advance her plan to have it all.

"I don't know about you guys, but I am exhausted. Let's call it a day and get an early start in the morning," Jan suggested.

They all agreed and started preparing for bed. After they had each brushed their teeth and visited the latrine, they stood in front of the tent, seemingly frozen in place. Jan moved with her plan and ordered the boys to get naked. She was surprised at their easy acquiescence and put on a little show for them when she undressed. She slithered in between the two men, turned on her back and closed her eyes. In this moment, she had everything she wanted, if only she could navigate the treacherous path to hold on to it.

She turned to her husband, gave him a quick peck, and turned to her lover. He surprised her with his shear mass as he enveloped her body with his. She could feel his scratchy stubble as he put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "I want to fuck you so bad."

Jan giggled and playfully slapped Gary on the arm. "Goodnight, Gary," she said aloud, then softly in his ear, "Wait until Dave is asleep."

They kissed, at first, tenderly, then more urgently, tongues clashing and fluids exchanged. Jan reached between Gary's legs and began stroking his already hard member.

Gary broke off the kiss and whispered softly, "I want to fuck you right now in front of your husband." His hand snaked between her legs.

Jan giggled at the welcome intrusion, but pushed his hand away and said, "Stop it, you big nasty man. I'm going back to my good boy where I'm safe. Who's my good boy?"

Dave, recognizing his cue, answered, "I'm your good boy! You can always come back to me when you are through with the big nasty man." Jan broke into laughter, excited about sharing her bed with the two men, and proud of her control over Dave.

She turned to Dave for a hungry kiss, Jan's body coursing with excitement.

Jan slept fitfully and soon found herself wide awake, face to face with her sleeping husband, and Gary nestled against her backside, his large soft cock comfortable in the nook where her thick thighs met the crevice of her buttocks. She reached down and felt her own wetness. Her body was on fire with desire and reposing between the two men was fanning the flames.

She began a slow-motion twerk, softly stroking Gary's cock between her cheeks. In no time, she was proud of herself when she felt his meat begin to thicken. She took her hand, now slick with her own fluids, reached behind her and began to stroke Gary's thick shaft. When it was firm enough, although not completely hard, she stuffed his manhood into her dripping cunt and slowly began pushing back against him, forcing him deeper into her with each stroke.

Gary leaned his upper body away from her to gain a better angle for deeper penetration. Jan closed her eyes and involuntarily emitted a low deep moan.

Jan opened her eyes and stiffened, startled when Dave held her face between his hands and covered her mouth with his. Seeing he was not angry, she relaxed and returned the kiss. Her hand made its way to his soft grower-not-a-shower dick and began fondling him as the oblivious Gary maintained his slow, steady pounding in silence behind her.

As Dave began to grow, she stroked him. She almost came when he started torturing her sensitive nipples with tweaks and pulls. The decadence of being serviced by two men simultaneously was too much for her and felt her orgasm arrive. After eighteen years of living with a child in the house, Jan had no problem maintaining silence throughout.

She licked her hands clean of her husband's secretions and kissed him good night again. She felt Gary, his softening flesh still trapped inside her, snuggle behind her. This was what Jan wanted everyday for the rest of her life.

* * *

Gary felt smug. He liked having sex with married women-- no, he loved fucking other men's wives. It was a different mindset. It was not enough for Gary to seduce a married woman, he wanted to get to know the husband-- seduce him too, if you would. But to fuck Jan while Dave was sleeping only inches away fulfilled a fantasy he had dreamt of for years. The only thing better would be if Dave had to watch him fuck his wife. Dave might not know he was a cuck, but he was a cuck nonetheless. He had been a cuck since the night that he had her in the church cooler. But he wanted Dave to know he was a cuck and have to watch the way only a real man can satisfy her. The completion of the seduction for Gary would be owning the couple-- both of them.

Gary had not done an honest day's work in years. A small-time grifter, Gary probably had not broken any laws, but somehow he had always managed to make friends with wealthy people who provided for him lavishly for no apparent reason.

He had been married twice. The story he told about his wife screwing the preacher and leaving him was just a story he told to make women feel sympathetic. The boys were the product of his first marriage. He had custody even though he had not asked for it because their mother was an alcoholic, hooked on pain pills and lived with whatever guy she was fucking at the time. Gary had been verbally abusive and was at least partially responsible for the state she was in.

His second wife was indeed married to a Methodist minister that she had met long after she divorced Gary when she got tired of his running around and living off her earnings. They had a two-year-old daughter, now seven, who he had not made an effort to visit since the divorce. Birthdays and Christmases had been ignored.

The only job Gary ever had that he liked was the TV gig on Bob Vila's shows, but that was twenty years in the rearview mirror now. His father had taught him carpentry and he was good at it, but had never cared for regular jobs. They were too boring and made him feel claustrophobic.

When he came to a new town, usually one step ahead of eviction in the last place he lived and avoiding at least one behorned husband with malicious intent, he liked to go to a large church in an upscale neighborhood. Women in bars were good for sex, but had their guards up against phonies and predators. Churches, on the other hand, were fertile ground for what he wanted-- unguarded married women who deep down wanted more than the weekly lights-out boink from Mr. Dad-bod.

Jan had been easy-- almost too easy. At times he wondered who was seducing whom. After the first time at the church, it was like she could not get enough. She would stop off on her way home from work. She would drop by on her trip to the grocery store. It was fast and furious, but Gary always made sure she came before he emptied his load into her married cunt.

The first time she had fucked him at the house, in her marital bed with Dave busy downstairs, had been a highlight in their burgeoning sexual relationship. Gary wanted to move things along, but sometimes he felt like he was just trying to hang on for the ride.

She had said, innocently enough, "Come here, Gary. I want to show you something." He followed her out of the kitchen where Dave was preparing dinner.

Jan practically dragged him up the stairs to the master bedroom. She had his belt undone before they entered the room, and soon his jeans and underwear were on the floor and his cock was hardening deep in her mouth. She wasted no time when he was hard as she dropped her shorts and panties, bending over the unmade bed offering herself to Gary.

Without hesitation, he thrust his full length into her wetness. She groaned in pleasure. He immediately began banging her tight sleeve with all his effort. He wanted to make her scream out so that her husband could hear her, but as a mother she had learned the art of the silent orgasm. Jan whimpered as she suppressed her need to cry out. In under five minutes she was coming as her lover poured his seed into her, bent over the bed where she slept with Dave every night.

Jan put back on her panties and shorts, checked herself on the mirror, gave Gary a kiss, and padded out the door. Gary shook his head with a wry smile and reached for his clothes. He was starting to fall for her.

* * *

When Gary woke up spooning Jan's naked body, his morning wood nestled at the apex of her thighs, it took him a moment to remember where he was, as he thought back to their night by the lake, fucking this woman while her unwitting cuck slept inches away. He wanted a repeat performance in the daylight. Maybe Dave would wake up while he was fucking her.

He began to lightly rock his hips, drawing his big, hard cock repeatedly across her sex. Jan, now awake too, responded, by rocking her hips in time with his, grinding her ample butt into his groin. Gary adjusted his position and entered her. Jan suppressed an exclamation but could not avoid a groan. Dave was undisturbed, sleeping facing her, only a few inches away.

Gary sped up his piston action and Jan closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, her orgasm rapidly approaching. When her pussy clamped tight on Gary's cock and her body quivered with the rush of her climax, Gary relaxed, letting the pleasure sweep over him, releasing his seed into her, filling her deep inside with a thick deposit of his pearly nectar as Dave slept unaware.

Jan slipped from the tent and Gary followed her leaving Dave to his slumber.

"I need a shower," Jan proclaimed. "I have two loads of your cum in me. It's running down my legs."

Gary pointed at the lagoon and spoke with a phony British accent and a slight bow, "Your bath awaits, m'lady."

As Jan waded in the shallow water, she stuck two fingers in her pussy and emptied herself out, globs of his thick semen dropped to the surface of the lagoon and drifted away with the current. Taking her hand, Gary led her out into the sandy-bottomed pond and they rinsed their sweaty bodies.

They kissed and held each other in the refreshing water. Jan reached between his legs and stroked his thick tool. When it hardened sufficiently, she wrapped her legs around his hips under the water and sunk her hot box onto his stiff cock. They fucked leisurely and lovingly. Gary whispered softly, "I love you." Jan thought of her husband and how much she loved him. She wanted desperately to figure a way to make this arrangement work. If only she could just tell him to accept it and he would, she pondered the idea. She continued fucking Gary as she fretted on how to properly cuckold her husband. Of course she did not think of it those terms, she just wanted what she wanted and could not help herself.

When Dave woke up, Gary and Jan were sitting by the fire, wrapped in blankets, and sipping coffee. After Dave jumped in the lagoon, Gary and Jan made their way back to the tent to get dressed. As soon as they were out of sight, Gary embraced Jan and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you," Gary declared.

"I love you, too," Jan responded, "But I love Dave too. I want you both all the time."

"I'm willing to share. I have been sharing you, admittedly without Dave's knowledge, since the beginning," Gary whispered. "I can handle this."

"I don't think Dave can," Jan answered. "He doesn't get jealous, but I can't see him just accepting this arrangement knowingly."

"You'd be surprised what he will accept. Men are just larger versions of twelve-year-old boys," Gary told her.

Jan countered, "You had boys. I didn't. I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

Gary replied, "Boys are conditioned to follow instructions from women. You just need to take charge. Treat him like a child. Be a good mother. Be kind, but be firm. Praise him when he does what you ask and scold him when he doesn't. Make sure he feels like a child. Use diminutive terms when you are talking to him. Make cute, not mean, jokes about his body, his manliness and size."

Jan chuckled, "That's no problem. I've been doing that since before we were married!"

"The difference is that now you can do it in front of me, because I am in on the joke and part of your relationship, step by step," Gary said with smile. He was pleased that everything was falling into place.

When they returned, Jan began working on Dave, "Get out and get your clothes on and make us some sandwiches. Gary is going to 'give me the lay of the land' as he calls it. We'll be back in thirty minutes. After we eat and you clean up, we'll take you out on the boat."

"Sounds great!" Dave scurried out of the water. Gary smirked and asked with a grin, "The water a little cold there, partner?" looking at Dave's shriveled manhood.

Dave laughed, "No shit, Sherlock!"

Jan decided to get in on the ribbing and observed, "Gary didn't have that problem when he was in the water earlier."

Dave retorted, "Yeah, but he was with you."

Jan mused with a grin, "That's fair.... Go get ready!" They turned and walked away, Gary offering a hand to steady Jan as they climbed the rocky trail.

"You may be right. He thrives on being told what to do. I just never understood how much." Jan shared her thoughts with Gary as they walked away from the campsite.

"You did great, Mom," Gary teased her.

"Seriously, I could not believe you went there with the dick joke! I could barely keep a straight face. I almost lost it." Jan chuckled.

"You should have laughed at his dick, but you were right there with comparing him to me. That was perfect," Gary chuckled as they followed the trail to another small clearing surrounding a small spring-fed pool, the overflow running off to the lake in a shallow creek.

"Oh, it's beautiful," Jan exclaimed.

Gary stripped, tossing his clothes carelessly, and plunged into the pool. Jan, cautious, folded her loose cover-up dress and panties, looked around, and carefully placed them with her phone on a large flat rock. She stepped gingerly into the water. Like the other spring-fed pool, the water was cold, but refreshing in the warm morning sun. Jan wrapped her legs around Gary and draped her arms over his broad shoulders, her fingers ruffling his freshly combed hair. They kissed. The kiss became more as Jan wrapped her fingers around his rapidly recovering rod and he fingered her, shallowly, only to the second knuckle, still it felt so good. Yet, as always, Jan wanted more.

"I need something, but you're going to drown if we do it here." When he looked puzzled, she added, "I need you to lick my pussy."

She stretched out on the sandy beach and Gary belly-flopped between her legs that she had raised and spread. When he moved into position with his head between her pillowy thighs and started tenderly licking her labia, she wrapped her legs around his neck and forcefully pressed his face to her slick gash.

"Eat me! Don't mess around, just eat my cunt," she ordered.

Gary jammed his tongue as deep as he could, smashing her sex with his face. He was covered in her juices. Then he opened his mouth, covering her sex, until he could locate her clitoris with his upper lip. When he did, he dragged his tongue to join it and began thrash her clit with his tongue. She bucked and held his head between legs as she climaxed on his tongue.

When she tried to push him away, he held tight and continued to lash her with his tongue.

She squealed, "It's too much. I'm too sensitive." He persisted and soon she was moaning through another orgasm. He still continued despite her protestations.

"No!" she shouted as she pushed him off with force. He looked at her like a puppy that just been smacked with a rolled up paper. "Now, get up here and fuck me!"

He scrambled between her legs and plunged his hard cock deep into her dripping core. She felt a little dry to him and that was surprising, but he was sure that would resolved itself and began sawing in and out.

Jan felt it first, it was a rawness, sort of a burning feeling in her pussy and she resolved to check on it at first opportunity. But it was getting worse, and what's yet, Gary was getting soft. She looked into eyes and recognized he was in pain too.

He quickly raised up, pulling out. When she saw Gary, she started to laugh. He was covered, over his lower abdomen and legs, in a layer of fine sand from when he had been lying between her legs.

Jan chuckled, "I usually like rough sex, but this was a bit too much even for me."

They rinsed the sand from their bodies in the pool and Gary was ready to pick up where they left off, but Jan retrieved her phone from her clothes and said, "Oh my, I told Dave that we would be back in a half hour and it's already been forty-five minutes."

Gary smirked. "That's okay. Get him used to it."

* * *

Dave watched her until she slipped into the bedroom, his eyes trained on her rotund ass, and thought to himself, "I'm so lucky."

He shook his head and continued down the stairs to fix breakfast for the three of them.

A few minutes later, Gary joined him, was presented with a steaming cup of coffee and had a seat at the table.

"It may rain today," Gary said looking at his phone.

"Yeah," Dave acknowledged and turned the bacon.

When Jan entered, Gary stood and greeted her with a kiss, looking like the lovers that they were, Dave looked up at them, smiling cheerfully.

"Well you look clean and fresh," Dave greeted Jan and handed them both full breakfast plates, juice, and coffee for Jan.

The three finished breakfast in silence and set their forks down.

Jan cleared her throat and said, "Dave, Gary and I need to have a talk with..."

Dave jumped to his feet, interrupting her mid-sentence, "Did I leave the top off the toothpaste again?" He walked out saying, "Whatever it is will have to wait. I have a Zoom meeting with a parent in..." He looked at his watch, "... seventeen minutes and I have to get ready so I can look prepared and semi-professional. From the waist up, anyway," he finished as he trotted up the stairs.

She looked at Gary and spoke with sarcasm dripping, "Well didn't that go well?"

He replied, "You'll just tell him later. Just remember you can tell him what your new rules are in this house and he'll do anything you say, I swear."

Gary's phone vibrated. He picked it up and looked at the screen.

"Jesus! I gotta take this," Gary sounded astonished.

Jan picked up very little of the conversation, though she actively eavesdropped. Hearing only something about "Connecticut" and "redeye," she could tell Gary was very enthusiastic about the call.

When he finished the call she looked him expectantly.

"Well?"

Gary was bouncing with excitement.

"That was my agent. I didn't even know I still had an agent. They want me to shoot a pilot for a home makeover show. I would be the star. Every week I would have four days to complete a six-week project turning someone's current home into their dream home. Bob Vila recommended me," Gary continued in a daze.

"I have to pack. I take the redeye tonight and won't be back to town for two weeks. If they pick up the option--and it's been greenlighted unofficially--that will be thirty-six episodes the first year. It's a tight schedule," he said, lost in the logistics of compressing 240 hours of skilled labor crews into ninety-six hours around the clock.

"I have to tell Dave. His head will explode," Gary shouted and illustrated with his hands as he ran from the room.

Jan looked at the empty breakfast plates and the empty room and spoke aloud, "What the fuck just happened?"

* * *

Dave never suspected a thing. He always knew.

Dave had not grown up in a happy home. His parents fought continually. His father was abusive and Dave met many "uncles" who visited his mother while his father was at work. When his father came home, the screaming and yelling started anew. He would call Dave's mother a "slut" and a "whore." He would refer to Dave as "your bastard kid."

By the time he was eleven, he had figured out what was going on and what all those hurtful words meant. By the time he was twelve, his father was gone. He had never seen him again and did not even know if he was alive or dead. Dave was just happy that the screaming stopped. His childhood taught him to hate conflict.

His mother could not stand being alone, but the men she attracted were not interested in a long-term relationship with a women raising a sullen teenage son. Consequently, Dave spent much of his teenage years masturbating in his bed while listening to his mother fuck an endless line of strangers, seemingly a different one every night.

Dave was a virgin when he graduated high school. He had never even asked a girl out on a date, he feared rejection so much. He had plenty of girl friends, friends who were girls, but friend-zoned every girl he ever met. He vowed when he started college he would turn over a new leaf and date girls with the hope of getting laid.

The first girl he ever asked out was Lisa. After two weeks of chatting with her in class, he steeled his nerves and asked her out for coffee after class. It went well. So well, in fact, that not an hour later Dave found himself on her bed making out with his hand on her naked breast.

Emboldened by his success, Dave reached for the button at the top of her tight blue jeans, but she stopped him, putting her hand over his. She showed him her left hand, and on the ring finger there was a slender silver band.

"You're married?" Dave asked, shocked.

"No, silly, it a purity ring. We all took a vow to save ourselves for our future husbands," Lisa explained. Dave looked crestfallen.

"But you can still go down on me. Oral doesn't count," She said as undid the button herself and shimmied out of her tight pants, taking her white cotton panties with them. She had a somewhat sparse, but unruly bush that matched her dirty blond hair. Dave knew what "going down" meant from his copious consumption of porn, but really had no idea of what he was supposed to do down there. Fortunately, Lisa, an education major and excellent teacher, patient and encouraging, spent the next hour schooling Dave on the fine art of cunnilingus, treating herself to two orgasms in the process. This was the first of many lessons she would give him.

When she was done, she sat up and unzipped Dave's pants, extracting his rigid dick through the fly.

"Now let's take care of this little guy," she said as she stroked him a few times. Dave was so excited by the first time a girl had ever touched him, his dick began to spurt. Unfazed, Lisa quickly clamped her mouth to his exploding erection and sucked it dry of all his juices.

"That was wonderful!" Lisa exclaimed after she kissed him enthusiastically. He could taste himself on her lips.

Dave was pretty ecstatic too. This pretty girl had let him touch and lick her pussy and given him his very first blowjob. Dave was in love. The two became an item and all their friends were happy for them. They dated for two years. All their friends assumed they were having intercourse regularly, but Dave loved and respected Lisa and never pressured her.

He did notice that when they returned from the summer vacation for their sophomore year that she was no longer wearing the purity ring.

"Oh, I lost it on a camping trip with a church group," she explained. "It hurt a lot first, but it's just a ring."

Their relationship lasted until late that school year when Dave arrived at her dorm room to study together and hopefully have some oral sex. When she opened the door, he could see that she was upset.

"What's wrong, baby?" Dave asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Lisa looked ready to cry.

"I'm pregnant!" She burst into tears. He took her in his arms and soothed her.

"It'll be okay, baby. We can get married," Dave reassured her.

With that she abruptly stopped crying and broke into laughter.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Dave, it's not your baby," Jan looked at him like he was crazy.

"I know, but I love you and we can still be together. We can get through this and start a family," Dave pleaded.

"First, I'm not having the baby, and second, Dave, I'm with someone else now. We had a good run, but this is a wakeup call. It's over," she said with finality.

Dave was a basket case for at least six months, a walking zombie, focused on school work and little else. He dated only occasionally the remainder of his college days, never approaching the same level of intimacy with another girl after Lisa-- until he met Jan.

The "meet cute" story Jan likes to tell about their first date was only part of the story. By the time Dave was twenty-three, he was still a virgin. No one knew he was still a virgin. All his friends assumed that his long-term relationship with Lisa had included coitus, but they were well aware he was going through a prolonged dry spell.

Dave was desperate to fuck a girl before he graduated. He implored his friends to set him up with a "sure thing." Jan was the "sure thing" he had asked for. His friends assured him that a cheap meal would get him "a blowjob in the parking lot, and more before the night's over."

He took her to "The Trough," famed among senior citizens and college boys for their low-priced all-you-can-eat buffets, and long picnic tables and benches.

He didn't lose his virginity that night, but he did on their second date. He counted on that. He did not count on falling in love with Jan. She was smart. She was funny. Her flirtatious sense of humor reminded him of his mother. She was beautiful and every guy in the room wanted her.

Dave wined her and dined her, romanced her, and swept her off her feet. He asked her to marry him, promising to never show her anger or jealousy, and always to trust in her love, no matter what. She said yes and Dave thought to himself, "I'm so lucky."

It was only a few months after they announced their engagement that one of Jan's girlfriend approached him. (It was always one of her girlfriends or female co-workers that ratted her out.) She "hated" being the one bearing the bad news but "someone" "needed" to let him know that Jan was cheating on him. Dave staunchly defended Jan's honor, told the messenger that she was certainly mistaken in her impressions, and admonished the "friend" for spreading malicious gossip.

Dave never spoke to Jan about the allegations. He kept his promise not to be angry, jealous, or make accusations leading to a row. Instead, he chose a blissful course of steadfast denial.

But Dave knew. He was not an idiot. He could smell it on her. With Gary, he could certainly taste it on her. He was not one of those guys who was turned on by his wife's infidelity, but one way he knew Jan had cheated is that she was always a tiger when she returned to Dave, devouring his dick and riding his face like a pony. Dave did enjoy the benefits of her unbridled passion after one of her discrete trysts.

Dave had made his deal with the devil a long time ago. When they first fell in love, before they were engaged, he knew she was still sleeping around, but he rationalized that they were not engaged. When it happened after she accepted his proposal, he rationalized that they were not yet married. When it happened after they were wed, he remembered they words his mother told him as a child when he complained of always having to go to the neighbor's house when "Uncle" Jimbo came to see Mama, "Sweetie, even though a woman is married, she still has needs." He didn't understand then, but now the words resonated deep in his soul.

The truth was that Dave never wanted her to know that he was aware of her ongoing infidelity. The result would be all the things that had traumatized him throughout his early life. He needed to maintain plausible deniability. A confrontation would only lead to a "burn the bitch" scenario, which Dave certainly did not want. The "bitch" in question was the love of his life and conflict could, and probably would, lead to divorce. Infidelity aside, Dave knew he could never find what he had, in so many ways, with Jan.

But Dave was not the type to be a simpering cuckold, masturbating into a sock while watching his wife fucked mercilessly by a big man with a big cock. That is why it surprised him when he found out that Jan was fucking Gary. It was so out of character for her. Jan was smart and discrete (not as smart and discrete as she thought, obviously), and it was unlike her to fool around where her friends and neighbors might witness her activities, and she was certainly not one to flaunt it in front of Dave. She still believed that, in their twenty-five year relationship, she had somehow managed to successfully hide her true nature from her husband.

But Gary was different. Dave recognized that when he met him, and saw what a likable guy he was. He knew Jan was fucking him and knew how often he was fucking her by the way she behaved when they were alone, hungry and aggressive, taking charge in the bedroom-- and the bathroom, and the living room, and the kitchen, and the garage, et cetera. Dave instinctively knew Gary posed a threat to his domestic tranquility. Dave was kicking himself when his joke about Gary moving in resulted in an open passage to his and Jan's bedroom and he knew he had to do something.

His experience as a middle school career counselor had taught him several things. First, he was more than a career counselor, he was the school's disciplinarian, dispute mediator, and designated problem solver for 200 kids hurtling into the vast unknown of puberty, kids with many questions and many disputes. He had learned the best resolution to problems and disputes were those in which all parties involved got something that they wanted.

Another thing he learned is that kids' dreams can, with encouragement and help in building a plan to reach their goals, become reality. This early mentoring can also build lifelong relationships. Dave remembered a young girl who idolized Dick Wolf, the TV producer responsible for the "Law and Order" franchise as well as countless other television programs. She wanted to be a TV producer too. Dave helped her find a way to that career and she always felt a debt of gratitude to the educator that believed in her dream. She is not a television producer today, but she is the head of content development for a communications conglomerate that owns multiple basic cable channels and streaming services.

Dave picked up his phone and called her, presenting Gary's experience and charm. She said that he would be perfect for a show already in development for the HHC home improvement channel. The show had been approved, but was still looking for a host.

* * *

Dave walked with a bounce in his step. He had told Jan and Gary that he needed to run to the lumber yard, Home Depot and Lowe's for some items and would be gone several hours, but he would be back in plenty of time before Gary had to leave for the airport. He figured a little time alone was the least he owed them.

The pilot had been a hit with the network brass and the show would be starting production right away for a debut next fall. Gary had come back to sell his truck, ship his stored household items back east, and say goodbye.

Dave returned to a bear hug from the big guy. They both were about to cry. Despite the man trying to steal his wife, Dave really did like Gary and wished him the best.

Gary promised to bring the boys and visit at Christmas as he climbed out of the back seat at the airport departures drop-off. Another way-too-familiar kiss from Jan, with his tongue in her mouth and his hand on her ass, and he was gone. Gone from their house. Gone 2,500 miles away. Gone.

Jan moved from the back seat to the front beside Dave. She kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with sharp urgency.

"Let's go home. I want you so bad," she said.

Jan and Gary never suspected a thing.