I walked into the lounge and slowly looked around the room at the people at each table. There were a lot of couples for a Wednesday night, but still more unaccompanied men at both the bar and scattered around the tables by the dance floor.

I found a vacant table and sat down listening as the music alternated between two slow songs followed by a fast one.

The waitress placed a glass of white wine in front of me.

"This is from the tall blonde gentleman at the end of the bar."

I looked in his direction and raised my glass toward him before taking a sip. The tall blonde sitting at the end of the bar was 30 year old James Cole, my husband for the last three years. Me sitting alone in a lounge was the fantasy that he had pushed at me for the last six months until I finally agreed just to shut him up.

Jim had read stories on the Internet about wives going out and being picked up by strange men. He had been reading those stories before coming to bed for the last 6 months, using them to get aroused enough that he could fuck me while calling me his slut. I dabbed the corner of my eye with a tissue as I tried to remember the last time Jim had actually made love to me.

"Care to dance?"

I looked up and smiled at the stranger standing next to my table. He was six feet tall, about 40 years old, with a white band on his ring finger where his wedding ring had been earlier this evening. I gave him my hand as I stood up.

We danced two slow dances. During the first song he was slowly sliding his hand down my back toward my butt. By the second song, he had a firm hold on my ass and was trying to grind his aroused cock into my slim 5' 2" frame. I wanted to push this guy away and leave until I glanced at Jim; he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I begged off the fast dance and sat down long enough to drink a little wine before the next man showed up.

He was about the height of the last one only about 80 pounds heavier. He must have watched the other guy because he grabbed my ass right away and ground himself into me.

"I want to take you back to my room and fuck you until you beg me to stop," he whispered in my ear.

I kept dancing without saying a word. I excused myself and went to the ladies room when the song ended. I sat in one of the stalls wondering where in the wedding vows it said I should become the slut for my husband's sexual excitement.

My evening was one man after another trying to rub his cock, hard or soft, on me and tell me what he would do to me once we were alone. I didn't know if Jim was getting a thrill out of it but I was beginning to feel like a cheap whore.

Jim sent over another glass of wine. When I looked over at him, he had a euphoric expression on his face. I hoped this would satisfy his fantasy without me picking up one of these guys.

I turned down two guys because my feet were starting to hurt from dancing in the 4-inch stiletto heels that Jim had bought. I drank the wine and tried inconspicuously to rub my sore feet now that the music had stopped so that the sports fans could hear the final scores on the TV. I'd decided to tell Jim that he better be satisfied because I had no plan for a repeat performance.

"This is from the gentleman in the corner with the salt and pepper hair," the waitress said as she removed my empty glass and set a new one in front of me.

I picked up my glass and looked where the waitress had pointed. He smiled and raised his glass to me before drinking. I smiled and returned the gesture.

I saw the TV go off and the music started. I thought seriously about telling Jim I wanted to go home.

"Excuse me. May I have this dance?"

I looked into the smiling face of the man from the corner. He looked strangely familiar but nobody I immediately recognized. He held my hand as I rose from my chair. I noticed he was short, maybe 5' 7", since we were almost looking each other in the eye.

"You can relax. I have every intention of treating you like the lady you are," he softly said.

I arched my eyebrow, questioning the comment of this man, probably 20 years my senior.

"I noticed how uncomfortable you were dancing with those other men. You aren't used to being treated that way. I take it that blonde guy at the bar you keep looking at is behind you sitting here alone, being groped by these men."

"My husband, Jim. This was his fantasy that he pushed at me until I finally agreed."

"What fantasy is that?"

"He read me a story about a wife who was seduced in a bar as her husband watched. She allowed her seduction so she could describe it to her husband when she returned home. The husband enjoyed having sex as she told him about their time together. If she enjoyed the experience, she made another date."

He held me with an air of classic charm as we danced to the slow songs.

"Would you care to sit at my table? My name is Tom Woods."

"Marsha Cole," I replied as he escorted me to his table before retrieving my purse and glass of wine for me. The name Woods rang a bell but I couldn't remember why. I assumed it was an account or claim I had worked on recently.

"You told me your husband's fantasy Marsha; how do you really feel about his fantasy?"

"Truthfully Tom, I don't like it. I want to be with someone who is happy with whom I am. The man I married is not the man sitting at the bar now. After a few months of marriage, he began reading these sexual fantasies and wanted to realize them. He told me it would keep our marriage fresh and exciting. I loved it in the beginning because it was tender and loving, in romantic settings with candles and soft music but gradually it changed until I was very uncomfortable with his requests. Now he wants me to pick up men to satisfy his voyeuristic obsession. I'm wondering if he ever really loved me or if I'm just a sexual thrill for him. I know my feelings for him have changed."

Tom ordered us both another drink. He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Is this what he wants?" Tom asked as he gently kissed up my neck to nibble on my earlobe.

I closed my eyes and touched my hand to the back of Tom's neck as tiny tingles ran through me. A sigh escaped from my lips as I opened my eyes and saw Jim had been watching us.

"This is what he wants by the smile on his face. I haven't been touched like this in a very long time."

Tom continued his gentle arousal of my body. It was pleading for more when he suddenly stopped.

"Perhaps we should dance again," he said as he took my hand.

Tom held me like a lover when we danced. Not groping, but close, where we moved together as if we had become one. I felt like it was a prelude to making love, and I couldn't wait for the next part.

I felt Tom's face in my hair; his breath on my neck. He whispered how beautiful and desirable I was and then emphasized it by placing soft kisses on my neck. His soft, sweet seduction left me in sensual bliss; I even forgot I had a husband.

Returning to the table when the fast song started, I knew my face had flushed by the way my body felt. He leaned over to kiss me as I leaned toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The second our lips touched, I parted mine beckoning him to me.

He explored my mouth, touched my tongue with his in a teasing manner. His hand touched my knee and I unconsciously parted my legs. His hand lightly stroked above my thigh-highs, which caused me to blush, as I smelled my own sexual arousal from my moist panties. He leaned over and closely looked at my exposed thigh. His eyes sparkled as he looked in my eyes.

"Should we move out to the parking lot, Marsha?"

I felt like a giddy school girl who could only smile and shake my head yes.

Jim had an ear to ear grin as we walked past him. I noticed Tom didn't even glance his way as he led me outside.

We walked toward the back row of the lot where the lights flashed on a large white pickup. He opened the passenger's door and helped me in before climbing in the driver's side.

He pulled me toward him, lightly kissing my lips as he unzipped my dress and released the clasp of my bra.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered as he touched the underside of my naked breasts. His fingers caressed my sensitive nipples while his lips resumed their sweet seduction; I purred my approval.

I lifted myself off the seat; pulling up the hem of my dress when I felt him slide both hands up my dress, grab the waistband of my panties and pull them off. I blushed as my aroused fragrance filled the air; he set my sodden panties on the dashboard.

I opened my legs to him as his finger brushed across my auburn pubes and stopped. "Is something wrong, Tom?"

"I like my woman closely trimmed, preferably bare if she enjoys oral sex," he said looking me in the eyes.

I softly kissed his lips. "I'll remember that for our date."

"You'll find out how very much I appreciate it," he replied, sucking my breast into his mouth as he opened my lower lips with his fingers.

My body was tingling as he inserted one and then a second finger in me. They were gently stroking my moist tunnel as his thumb caressed my enlarged clit. The tingling sensation caused me to cry out; begging him to continue.

Tom left my breast and kissed me. I slipped my tongue in his mouth trying to devour him as his fingers kept bringing me so close and then backing off. I was panting as I held his head and looked in his eyes.

"No more teasing Tom; please finish me," I pleaded.

He rubbed my g-spot as his thumb brushed my clit. He sucked hard on one breast, and then the other. My body shuddered as it felt like a thousand sparklers ignited instantaneously.

"No more lover," I whimpered as I pushed his hand away from between my legs. I leaned into him and lay my head on his shoulder, my heart slowing as my lungs filled with air. My hand slowly moved on his chest, my eyes closed as I imagined him naked.

My hand slid down his chest, reaching the bulge in his pants. I lowered the zipper and reached inside, but he placed his hand over mine and stopped me.

"I would love that but I need a little sleep before I start work in a few hours and I don't know how to get to your house."

"I can solve that problem," I said as I pulled the front of my dress up and turned away from him. "Zip me up please."

I pulled his cock out of his pants as I gave him directions. Leaning against his shoulder, I stroked his cock as I continued to direct him. Half way home I heard his breathing change and he seemed to have to concentrate harder on his driving.

"Pull over when you feel close," I said as I stroked harder.

Two blocks from my house, Tom trembled as he pulled over. I quickly slid in the seat, and put my mouth over the head of his cock and sucked hard. He groaned as the first blast hit the back of my throat and I began swallowing to keep every drop for myself. I didn't raise my head until I was sure he was empty.

I tucked his cock in and zipped up his pants. Tom turned and kissed me, sliding his tongue in my mouth. I shivered with excitement for sharing a kiss after I swallowed his cum, something Jim refused to do.

Tom stopped in my driveway. He kissed me as his hand disappeared under my dress; two fingers sliding into my wet opening. "When should we have our date?"

"Saturday night?" I asked.

He frowned and I was about to suggest another night.

"Do you want to go out of town so you don't see anyone that knows you're married?"

"I don't care, Tom. My husband wanted this. He brought me to the lounge tonight to watch me get picked up by another man. Give me your number and I'll call you Friday."

Tom pulled a business card out of his visor and handed it to me. "Don't forget about this," he said pulling on my pubes.

I grinned and nodded my head.

He slid his fingers from between my legs and sucked one finger. He brought the other to my lips and I licked it clean as I stared into his sparkling eyes. He kissed me and teased my tongue again.

The sudden movement of the garage door startled me; Jim stared at us before pulling in the garage.

Tom walked around and opened my door for me. I grabbed my panties and bra along with my purse and slid out of the truck.

I noticed Jim's pants bulge when he spotted the panties.

"My lover said you could have these," I said as I tossed them to Jim. I turned to Tom and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening," I whispered as I kissed him. "I'll always remember it."

"Until I give you an unforgettable night on Saturday," he softly replied. His smoldering kiss made me tremble. He walked me to Jim and gave him my hand.

"Take special care of her for me," he said looking straight at Jim. "I expect her unmarked and well rested for Saturday night."

Tom climbed in his truck and drove away.

I watched his taillights become smaller as I relived my evening after he entered it. Jim's voice interrupted my thoughts and returned me to the present.

"I'm glad you picked the short one." Jim remarked, "I met him at the bar when he came up for a refill. I saw him watching you so I suggested he ask you to dance. He was concerned about you being married until I said that your husband didn't care what you did as long as you told him when you came home. Let's go into the bedroom so you can tell me what you did after you left the lounge."

I saw him sniffing my panties as I entered the house and went directly to our bedroom.

I removed my dress and placed it in the chair to drop off at the dry cleaners when Jim walked in the room.

"I'll shower and brush my teeth and be to bed in a few minutes," I told him as I walked toward our bathroom. Jim spun me around and pushed me onto our bed.

"I want you smelling like the slut you are," he said as he hurriedly removed his clothes. He pulled my legs apart and climbed between them. He didn't care if I was aroused and wet enough when he shoved his hard cock into me and began humping.

"Tell me every nasty thing he did to my slut when he had you," he growled.

I felt his cock twitch when he asked for details, so I told him everything in as smoldering a voice as I could make. He shot his load in less than two minutes and laid on me until his breathing slowed.

"I told the little bastard to take his best shot at seducing you because all the rest had failed," Jim said. "I told him if he could get you aroused to ask you out on a real date. Looks like the son of a bitch is better than I thought."

Jim rolled over to his side of the bed and closed his eyes. No kiss, no words of endearment, no nothing. I was just a sperm receptacle for his needs.

I walked into the bathroom and used a douche to remove as much of him as I could before taking my shower. I looked in the mirror as I toweled off and stared at my reflection, noticing the sadness in my eyes when I remembered how Jim had treated me.

I brushed my teeth and put on panties and one of Jim's tee shirts before climbing into bed. It was the first time besides my periods that I ever wore anything to bed. I turned my back to Jim and thought about the change in our marriage. Sometime during the night, I began dreaming of Tom and our night together.

The minute I got to my desk at work I looked in the phone book for a salon. I picked one with a stylish ad and made an appointment for a Hollywood wax plus leg wax after work. My nosy friend, Carol, overheard my conversation with the salon. The minute I went to the ladies room, she was right in there.

"OK girlfriend, tell me everything. You come in glowing this morning and make an appointment to torture your body with wax. I know it's not for Jim, so let's hear it."

"I'm glowing because of the changes that are happening in my life. I know you're my friend and curious but I don't want to talk about it right now. I have some conflicting emotions that I need to deal with before I say anything."

Carol never asked me the rest of the day but I noticed she looked over at my desk every time my phone rang.

The salon was as stylish as its ad portrayed. I had had my legs waxed before so I knew it depended on the skill of the technician on how much pain I would feel. The woman doing me was excellent; she caused only minimal discomfort.

With the legs finished, my anxiety level increased for the main event. She tried to calm me by explaining each step as she did it. I noticed she was slow and careful when she removed most of my hair with a small set of clippers. She applied the powder and then the wax. When she jerked the first strip of cloth off, people within three city blocks heard me scream. This woman was a veteran at this because she just kept pulling them off as I continued to yell. Thankfully, she only had a few stray hairs left to remove with the tweezers.

When I walked out of the back room, the women were either snickering or had a pained look on their faces. The technician told me it would be better the next time. I just hoped it was worth it this time.

I called Jim to see about dinner. He told me he had had three long-necked appetizers but was still hungry. I used the McDonalds drive thru on the way home.

I showered before bed and used lotion like the technician had recommended. I put on panties and a tee shirt. Jim frowned as I came to bed.

"No sex tonight big boy," I told him. "I'm still sore from the action that big cock of yours gave me last night." He got a big grin on his face over that ego booster. He turned on his side, gave me his back, and went to sleep. I went to sleep thinking about my date in two more days.

Carol asked how my torture was and laughed hysterically as I relived the experience for her.

I called Tom from work at the end of the day after Carol left.

"I made reservations at Mister G's for seven o'clock. I want us to have time to dance after dinner." He told me, "I want you to dress the way you want and not just for me. Wear shoes you can dance in and not those stiletto heels. I want you to enjoy the evening. Bring some casual clothes for some outdoor walking Sunday."

"I didn't think the date was for Sunday too," I replied.

"Since your husband is giving you to me, I figure the date is until I bring you home." Tom calmly replied, "I'll pick you up about six for cocktails before dinner."

I told him I would be ready and hung up. When I arrived at home, I made a quick dinner for Jim and me and then watched a little TV. I showered and put on my panty and tee shirt sleepwear reminding Jim that my date wanted me well rested for tomorrow. He didn't look happy but he rolled over and went to sleep.

I rushed through the housework knowing I wouldn't be home until Sunday evening. When I went to get ready I saw the short black dress with no back laying on the bed. I hated it because I always felt like a whore in it. I clipped a couple of stitches with my scissors and pulled a seam open before tossing it in chair. I packed a change of clothes in my overnight bag and picked a classic summer dress with lower heels for tonight. I thought my outfit was comfortable for dancing and still made me look sexy. I was just finishing my makeup when the doorbell rang.

As I put on my jewelry, I could hear Tom declining Jim's offer of a beer. Jim was talking about sports but I didn't hear Tom's reply.

When I entered the living room I noticed that Jim frowned at my outfit; Tom smiled and nodded his approval. He walked over kissing me on the lips as he took my overnight bag from me.

"I thought you were wearing the black dress on the bed," Jim said.

"I was going to but I found one of the seams came apart. I'll have to drop it off to be repaired," I replied.

"So where are you two going tonight?" Jim asked as he stared at Tom.

"Out for a couple of drinks before dinner and then some dancing after. I have left the rest of the time after that open," Tom replied.
"Oh," Jim said, surprised by the answer. "When can I expect Marsha home?"

"When I have given her enough memories for your enjoyment," Tom said as he walked me toward the door. "I wouldn't wait up for her if I were you."

I sat next to him and held his arm as he drove us to Mister G's. We sat in the lounge until our dinner reservations were ready. He smiled and rubbed my hand when he noticed I had left my wedding ring at home.

"I don't feel married tonight. I feel like a woman on a special date with possibly the man of her dreams."

The waitress brought us two glasses of white wine. Tom asked me about my education and job.

I told him I grew up in Milwaukee and went to junior college to become proficient in the computer programs used in business. I worked for four different companies, the current one a large insurance agency.

"I'm just an assistant at the agency. I answer the phone; file records; type invoices, reports, claims, and correspondence." He seemed quite pleased with my answer.

I asked Tom about his work. He said he was a project engineer for a development company. The waiter came to escort us to our table before he explained what his job entailed.

We had an excellent meal and the conversation turned lighter; we talked about the local sights to visit, the weekend weather, other lounges in the area that had dancing, and even our favorite and most disliked foods.

Soon the meal was over and I could hear music in the lounge. Tom signaled the waiter for the check and escorted me back to the lounge.

Tom brought me out on the dance floor as soon as the waitress brought our drinks. He held me like a lover again as we danced. He nuzzled me; whispered words of affection as I closed my eyes and let the sensation of his lips on my neck override any guilt I felt. I kept reminding myself that Jim had put me in this situation, but I also had to admit that I relished being here.

We danced to a half dozen songs before we returned to the table. Tom toyed with the nape of my neck as we listened to the music. His gentle fingers caused a tingling down my spine. He kissed me tenderly waiting for me to part my lips, but I slipped my tongue into his mouth and teased him for a change. He accepted my aggressive behavior as he slid a hand under my dress, playfully massaging my thigh.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath and noticed a table full of women looking in our direction. They smiled and winked when I look back at them. Leaning toward Tom, I licked up his neck to suck on his earlobe.

"We're being watched by that table of women," I whispered.

He slid his fingers over my moistening panties; made me gasp. "They're envious of you," he replied. He brushed my lips with his and kissed the end of my nose. "Let's dance one more time before we leave."

Our dancing became very sensual. He whispered sweet words of love in my ear as he sent shivers down my neck with his delicate kisses. I closed my eyes as we moved as one; my body wanting his touch.

Tom led me off the dance floor and picked up my purse as we left the building.

I leaned into him like before and rubbed the bulge in his pants as soon as we were in the truck.

"Keep that up and I'll have to pull over like last time," he chuckled.

I unzipped his pants and pulled his rising cock out. I slowly stroked it as I nestled against his arm. I kept him on edge without relief until we reached our destination and then tucked him in and zipped his pants.

"We're even now," I chuckled.

"Are we?" he said with a fiendish grin.

I shivered with excitement and alarm remembering our last encounter.

He pulled up to the gate of a construction site where he flashed his lights and a man came out of the trailer.

"Good evening Mr. Woods," he said as he opened the gate.

"Good evening John," Tom replied. "You can lock the gate. We won't be going out the rest of the night."

Tom drove a little farther and stopped next to a travel trailer. He helped me out and grabbed my overnight bag before leading me down a wooden walkway to the trailer. Tom stepped inside and flipped on the lights before helping me inside.

"Welcome to my humble home," he said. "Sit on the couch and I'll get us a drink after I set your bag in the bedroom."

Tom placed two glasses of white wine on the table as he sat next to me. He leaned over and gently kissed me.

"Thank you for the delightful evening." He said handing me my glass, "May the rest of our time together be even better." He touched his glass to mine and drank. I chuckled and took a drink.

"I hope it is a lot better or I tortured my pussy for nothing."

He stood up and held out his hand. "Let's take care of that right now." Tom led me to the bedroom before turning me around and kissing me. He unzipped my dress and let it fall with my bra coming off a second later. He leaned down and kissed each breast before kneeling to remove my panties. I sat on the edge of the bed as he removed my shoes and carefully rolled my hose down my legs.

Tom hung up my dress and placed the rest of my garments on the dresser. He removed his own clothes, taking time to hang up his suit, before climbing into bed next to me.

His mouth and hands played my body like a virtuoso, bringing purring sounds from me as those tingling sensations coursed through my body. I began pushing his head downward; becoming perturbed with his deliberate lingering. He slowly kissed down my abdomen, stopped to flick his tongue in my navel.

My legs were parted as I rocked my hips in frustration awaiting the arrival of his oral stimulation. I held my breath as I felt him move lower on the bed; cried out when his tongue licked my bare mound. His tongue started at the bottom of my lips licked and teased to the top and back down again. He repeated this again and again as I opened myself more for him.

I groaned as his tongue flicked over my clit. Tom pulled on my outer lips with his lips before spreading them with his fingers and plunged his tongue in my opening. My hips jerked trying to push his tongue in deeper. He backed off, inserted two fingers into my opening, and slowly moved them as I moved to match his rhythm. His mouth returned to nurse at my breasts caused the tingling again.

I opened my eyes when I felt cool air blowing over my hard wet nipples. Tom's sparking hazel eyes were watching me.

"Don't make me wait much longer love; I still want to feel you in me," I whispered softly touching his cheek.

I was in bliss, feeling the gentle sucking on my breasts in contrast to the increased tempo of his fingers plunging in me.

My hips matched his new tempo when he suddenly slid down and tongue lashed my clit repeatedly. He sucked my sensitive bud as I cried out his name; my orgasm coursing through me.

Tom licked my juices; gently moved his tongue through my lower lips as my body slowly relaxed. He moved between my open legs and slid in my waiting, wet opening. He began long slow strokes as his loving eyes looked into mine.

I matched his gentle rhythm as I tried to see the soul of the man behind those intense eyes. I stroked his cheek, leaned up and kissed his lips to express my new found feelings. His lips savored my affection and returned it tenfold.

He must have seen the wanting in my expression because his strokes became faster. Our breathing became labored gasps as he began moving faster and harder. I saw the determination in his face of a man claiming my body as his.

"Yes Tom; Yes!" I cried as he emptied himself in me setting off my orgasm. I touched his arms as he softly kissed my shoulder. Looking into my eyes he smiled; tenderly kissing my lips.

We separated and I snuggled into him. He pulled a cover over us and kissed me before closing his eyes.

I laid there listening to his breathing slow. My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions. I felt guilty that I was lying in bed with a man who wasn't my husband and even worse that I was falling in love with him. I thought about the respect I had lost for Jim when he had dressed me like a slut and sent me out to be pawed by other men for his sexual gratification. My love for him had been dying every time he took me to bed and fucked me like a whore and then turned away and went to sleep. I closed my eyes wondering what other changes to my heart the rest of this weekend would bring.

I woke up to the dim light of a rising sun. My nipples were hard and my body tingled. My lover's head was between my legs; his tongue sliding up my moist lower lips to lavish attention on my beckoning clit. His fingers started torturing my nipples as he sucked on my clit like a little cock. I gripped his head crying out as my orgasm thundered through me.

I felt a warm glow as I softly stroked his head as it lay on my hip.

"Come up her lover," I whispered as I turned on my side. I kissed his face, tasting myself on his lips. My hand slid down his chest to find his cock hard and begging for release.

I rolled Tom onto his back. I sucked him for a couple of minutes then positioned myself over his cock and slowly slid him into me. I varied my movement and tempo trying to return the pleasure he had given me, but his hands kept breaking my concentration as he played with my breasts and clit until my rhythm became erratic as another orgasm neared.

Tom gripped my hips and rolled us over until I was on my back. He put my legs over his arms and began long, hard strokes. I saw that possessive look in his eyes again.

His breathing changed as his strokes quickened. I cried out as another orgasm overtook me. Tom growled as he slammed into me repeatedly; his cock spewed its hot white load. I trembled as I moved my legs to cradle him with my hips as I held him tight.

"Was the pain of the wax worth it?" Tom asked.

I was enjoying the afterglow too much to speak and could only kiss his head and squeeze him between my legs.

He got up and left the room. Hearing the sound of water running, I sat on the toilet and watched Tom shower before stepping in with him. I found out it was strictly a "washing with little room to play" shower. Tom finally stepped out so I could clean up with the flexible handle.

When I stepped out of the shower, Tom was gone but the smell of coffee let me know where to find him.

I dressed in the clothes from the overnight bag and walked into the kitchen/living room where Tom handed me a mug of coffee.

"Cream in the fridge and sugar on the counter," he said, looking at me. I shook my head and sipped the eye opening brew.

"I'd like to see that park you told me about with the lagoon and food vendors."

"It's like one I went to when I lived in Milwaukee," I told him, "only that one was on the lake."

"You get ready while I see if the watchman needs anything."

Tom and I really enjoyed the park. It felt comforting holding his hand as we walked along the tree lined walkways. I gushed like a little kid pointing out the rides I liked on the playground. I was shocked when Tom guessed my favorite was the circular slide.

We bought lunch at one of the food vendors and ate by the lagoon watching the ducks and geese chase the bread the kids tossed at them. We casually strolled around the lagoon, arms around each other before returning to Tom's trailer. He led me to the bedroom; undressed me; and laid me on the bed.

His lovemaking was very slow and passionate like a man who was leaving his woman for a long journey. I had tears in my eyes as we lay together.

"I can't tell Jim I was made love to by the sweetest man I have ever known."

Tom moved down and sucked on my thigh next to my lips. He did the same above my left breast.

"Now you can tell him I used you like a slut." He softly said, "You said yourself if you tell him what he wants to hear he's done quickly. He'll see the marks and believe whatever you tell him. Let me hold you for a little longer before I have to return you to him."

I lay in his arms as he buried his nose in my hair. He kissed my neck and said something so softly I couldn't hear it. I reached up to touch him and to ask what he had said, but stayed silent when I felt the wetness of his cheek.

We dressed and placed my clothes in the overnight bag. Tom carried it to the truck as I followed behind him. I could feel his sadness as he drove me home.

"You have to snap out of it and be your confident self," I said. "Think about next weekend."

Tom had a surprised look on his face.

"You told me Jim said you could take me out as long as I told him what happened. I'm willing to tell him just to be with you," I confessed.

"Next weekend we will be gone from Friday evening until Sunday evening. We will take a little trip out of town," Tom replied in his confident tone.

We pulled into the driveway and Tom carried my bag into the house. Jim looked at me as I walked in. I had left my hair matted from our love making.

"She's been well used and you now have many stories to listen to. I will take her next weekend and give you more new tales," Tom told Jim.

He gave me a smoldering kiss again and whispered in my ear as he hugged me. I heard his truck leave as I carried my bag to the bedroom and walked into the bathroom locking the door.

The tears ran down my face streaking my makeup. I finally calmed my emotions and cleaned the makeup off before returning to the bedroom to empty the overnight bag.

Jim was lying on the bed naked stroking his cock as he waited for me. I removed my clothes and lay on the bed as he climbed between my legs. He found my opening and shoved his cock in like before so I told him how I was used like his cheap slut until he got his rocks off and climbed off me.

I showered and put on my now customary outfit of panties and tee shirt. I did my nightly routine and went to bed with Jim facing away from me.

Monday I stalled Carol's questions off until after lunch when a vase of pink and white roses arrived for me. The card read "I sleep with your pillow until you return." The card was unsigned. Carol followed me into the ladies room where I broke into tears.

"Enough with the silence Marsha; tell me what's going on."

"I know who sent the flowers but I never told him or anyone including Jim that pink and white roses together are my favorite. It's like this guy is reading my mind."

"Guy! What guy!" Carol exclaimed. "Start talking girlfriend and don't leave anything out."

"Remember I've been telling you about Jim's stupid fantasy and how he has been pushing me to do it? Well, I finally agreed just to shut him up and we went out to Westfield lounge last Wednesday night. I got groped and rubbed on by the married sleaze balls and told a dozen times what they would do to me if I gave them the chance."

"That isn't what this is about," Carol replied. "Let's hear the rest of it."

"I met a man that I can't get out of my head. He treated me like a lady. His kisses turned me into a giddy school girl. I got the wax job for him because he told me he preferred his women to be bare down there. This weekend he made me feel loved like never before. Every time he makes love to me, I see fireworks when I orgasm.

"What's Jim think about your Mr. Wonderful?" Carol asked.

"Jim told me he saw the guy getting a drink at the bar and told him to take his best shot with me because my husband didn't care what I did. Jim thought it was a big joke because Tom, that's his name, is just a little taller and 20 years older than I am."

"Jim's not laughing anymore?"

"He looked worried when I came home last night but I don't care what Jim thinks anymore Carol. Ever since he started on these fantasies, he treats me like a whore. No love or caring. When I came home last night, he pulled my legs apart and fucked me for a minute until he got his rocks off, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. He did the same thing Wednesday night. I think the street whore gets better treatment.

"I'm torn between what's left of my marriage and my feelings for Tom. I know Tom leaves in a few weeks but I want to have all the memories of him that I can before he's gone because Jim will never make me feel the way he does."

After everyone left for the night, I called Tom to thank him for the flowers. We tried to talk about our days, but I could tell in his voice that he was as miserable as I was. I did cheer him up a little by reminding him that Friday was only 4 days away. He sounded slightly better when we hung up.

I went home and made dinner. When Jim didn't show up at his usual time or answer his phone, I ate by myself and left his dinner in the oven to keep warm until he finally came home. He said he had to talk to some guys at work and lost track of time.

I loaded the dishwasher when Jim finished eating and went to our bedroom. Jim followed me in and tossed me on the bed as soon as I undressed. He wasn't hard yet so while I told him my slut story I stimulated my clit and fingered myself so I would be wet enough. He climbed between my legs as soon as he was ready and gave me the quick two-minute fuck, then got up and left.

I showered him out of me and prepared for bed with my panty/tee shirt nightwear.

Tuesday afternoon I was shocked when Jim called. He only called at work if he was going to work a double shift or needed me to pick up something on the way home. He told me he had a surprise and not to be late coming home. He seemed almost ecstatic. It should have set off warning bells but I was busy with invoices and wanted to finish before the mail man arrived. I told him I would be there and hung up.

Everything looked normal when I arrived home. Jim's car was in the garage when I parked next to it. I closed the garage door as I walked into the house. I heard the TV on and Jim talking so I walked toward the den.

I saw Jim standing as he talked to three guys sitting on the couch drinking and watching the big screen TV. I looked when I heard a moan to see a naked woman on the screen being used by two men. I glanced at Jim seeing his Cheshire cat grin.

"I've had enough of your shit you perverted bastard!" I screamed as I ran to the garage.

I had the car running and in reverse as the door slowly rose. Jim must have run out the front door because he was standing in the driveway when I started backing out. He dove out the way to the laughter of his 'friends' when he realized I would run him over. I could hear him yelling and the others laughing as I drove off brushing the tears away so I could see.

I pulled up to the construction site and hit my horn. The guard came to the gate.

"Open the gate please; I'm here to see Tom Woods," I pleaded.

"He's out at the moment miss. He should be back later tonight if you want to try then or I can take a message," he replied.

I called Tom's cell. I told him I needed to see him and was at the construction site. He promised to be home in less than thirty minutes.

I heard the guard's phone ring and he left to answer it. He returned and opened the gate.

"Tom said the trailer is unlocked. Have a drink and he'll be right home."

I parked next to the trailer and went inside. I was sitting on the couch drinking my second glass of wine when Tom walked in, paper bag in hand. I saw the concern on his face and the tears began flowing down my cheeks.

"Baby what's the matter?" he asked.

"The bastard had three guys with him when I got home tonight. He planned on all of them fucking me and by the look of the movie he was showing, he wanted them to take me two at a time. I've had it with the asshole and his fantasies. I'm leaving him. This was the final humiliation."

Tom held me until I had no more tears left to shed. He wiped my cheeks and kissed my swollen eyes.

"Let's feed you and then I'll hold you forever if you want."

He unpacked containers of Chinese food onto the counter and took out two plates. He filled one and set it to the side. He opened the other containers and placed butterfly shrimp and egg rolls on the plate.
He placed the second plate in front of me and took the first plate for himself. He refilled my glass and got one for himself. Tom began eating as I just stared at him.

"You're not hungry?" he asked when he saw me watching him.

"How did you know about the shrimp and egg rolls?"

"You mentioned it at the restaurant Saturday. It sounded like comfort food for an upset woman," Tom replied. "If you don't like it you can have my #7, Chicken something."

I ate the shrimp and egg rolls but I didn't remember telling him it was one of my favorites.

We took turns showering. He offered a tee shirt to sleep in, but I turned it down. We climbed into bed and Tom kissed me. He snuggled me into him and held me until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I saw him drinking coffee at the kitchen table. There was a tee shirt and sweat pants at the foot of the bed so I slipped them on and made a stop at the bathroom on the way to the kitchen.

He set a cup of coffee in front of me and refilled his own. Tom had a serious look on his face.

"What do you plan to do Marsha? I'll help in any way I can."

"I'm filing for divorce. What he did yesterday ended the marriage."

"Call work now and let them know you need today and tomorrow off. Then you need an attorney to handle the divorce. There's more to do but start with that."

I called Carol and told her what had happened. She told me she would tell the boss I had female problems and wouldn't be coming in. She recommended I call Anna Dixon for the divorce. Carol said if Jim called she would say I was taking notes at a big meeting and wouldn't be done until the afternoon.

Information gave me the number for Ms. Dixon and I was given an 11:00am appointment. I saw Tom was busy talking on his phone and writing on a pad.

"Get dressed while I take care of some business, then we can take care of your problem," Tom said as he walked out the door. I heard him yell a few names as I watched him walk to the construction trailer. I dressed and returned to the table and was drinking my second cup of coffee when Tom returned.

"We'll go get your clothes and anything else you want first. You'll stay here unless you prefer someplace else. Since I've been through a divorce before, I made you a list of what you need and the places you need to go. I'll be with you except when you go in the bank. They tend to get nervous if a stranger accompanies you when you visit the safety deposit box and then remove half the money in an account.

Tom had me remove the garage door opener from my car before we left in his truck. We circled my block and then opened the garage from the street to make sure Jim hadn't stayed home before parking in the driveway.

Tom emptied my clothes from the drawers into garbage bags while I packed my things from the bathroom into one of the boxes we had brought with us. Tom loaded them on the floor of the crew cab and then placed my clothes from the closet on top.

I wrapped my jewelry box and special vase in bath towels and placed them in a box. I got both as a gift when I was young and cherished them more than anything else.

"Do you have a camcorder?" Tom asked. "I can make a video of the house contents since you are leaving it. Your attorney can figure a value."

"It's in the den closet by the TV," I said as I started collecting the items on Tom's list.

I had what Tom listed on the table along with half the emergency cash we kept in the house. I dropped my wedding rings in Jim's bottle of allergy medicine. He would find them in a couple of months when his sinus headaches started.

I saw Tom leaning over the couch when I walked in the living room. He was pulling our video recorder on the tripod from behind the fake trees we had in the corner. He carried them to the den and removed the tape from the camera. He turned on the TV and found a tape already in the machine. It was the one they were watching when I came home yesterday. Tom removed it and rewound the one from the camera. It was a picture of the floor and the couch on the other side of the living room so Tom fast-forwarded until we saw a person. Jim stepped into the living room with the three men I had seen. They had danced with me at the lounge.

"The little bitch won't be a problem after she has a glass of wine with two of these in it," Jim said as he held up a pill container. "You can do whatever you want with her in this room as long as it doesn't leave any marks. Let's go back to the den. I have a tape in the player to give you guys some ideas."

The tape showed the floor and couch again until Jim ran through the room followed by the three guys. Tom backed up the tape so we could listen.

I heard me calling Jim a perverted bastard and the door slamming. Jim yelled, "I'll grab the bitch" as he ran past the camera followed by the three guys laughing. You could hear Jim yell and the guys laugh, probably when Jim had to jump out of the way of my car. The three were still laughing when they came inside and Jim was bright red.

They left the room and nothing more happened. The tape eventually ran out.

"That slimy bastard! " I screamed as I pulled the tape out. Tom took it away from me before I could throw it at the TV.

Tom put a new tape and battery in the camera and recorded the contents of the house and garage. He went to the basement for the laundry and Jim's work room.

I put the paperwork in the front seat while Tom finished loading.

At the bank, I emptied anything with my name on it out of the safety deposit box along with ten packets of cash that Jim must have put in there.

I had the teller print out our account balances before I took half the total out of the savings account.

"Slime ball donated to my retirement," I showed Tom the banded cash.

We unloaded the truck into Tom's trailer and left for the attorney.

Ms. Dixon was a soft spoken woman about Tom's age. She frowned when I introduced Tom as my lover but said nothing. She explained that we were in a no fault state but what Jim did would prove irreconcilable differences.

"Stop by about 2:00 to sign the papers." Tom gave her the tape and we left. He took me to an outdoor café for lunch where we could drink wine and enjoy the sights of the city.

"Have you decided if you are going to stay here or move back home to Milwaukee?" I heard the tension in Tom's voice and the pleading look in his eyes.

"There is nobody left in Milwaukee that I want to see and other than my friend Carol, I came here only because of Jim's job. I told Ms. Dixon you were my lover. Do you have any plans that include me?" I know my eyes were pleading now.

"If you like to travel, how would you like to be my assistant? You would be doing the same work as you do now only with special benefits. I'll be supervising the addition of some stores to a shopping center near Little Rock after I'm done here. That will take us until late spring when we would move to Michigan for another project.

There will be some slack time in between those two jobs and we could go on vacation wherever you like."

The elated little girl in me could only smile and nod her head. I saw Tom's eyes getting wet like mine as he reached for my hand.

We returned to Ms. Dixon's office where I signed the petition for divorce and a power of attorney for her to handle any financial matters in my absence. Tom gave her an address for mailing any papers to me, and his email address for correspondence.

"The papers will be served on Jim tomorrow at his work. I'll call you when his attorney contacts me," Ms. Dixon told us.

That night as I lay snuggled into Tom, I started to worry if this would work or if I was a short term affair until he found someone else. He must have felt my trembling because he began lightly kissing from my neck down my body. He kissed the outside of my left thigh before laying me on my back and licking my moist lower lips.

I opened my legs wider; my hand softly stroking the back of his head. He continued to build my arousal until I started moving my hips. Tom moved up my body as I positioned him at my opening and felt him slide in. He began long slow strokes as he softly kissed my lips. I placed my legs behind his thighs, following his gentle rhythm.

Tom smiled as I gazed into his twinkling eyes. We kept the slow loving pace until I felt him climax as my orgasm rolled through me like a gentle wave. Wrapping him in my arms he softly kissed me and professed his love.

"Don't worry Pumpkin; I won't leave you again."

I froze and stared at him. Only one person had ever called me Pumpkin and that was many years ago.

"Poppie?" I whispered. I saw his eyes twinkle as he leaned down and kissed me.

"I started to save the little girl I remembered; and fell in love with the woman that she had become."

I wrapped my arms around him trying to squeeze the life out of him.

"Poppie, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know in the very beginning other than you wrinkled your nose when you were nervous like a little girl I once knew. When you told me your name was Marsha, I thought it might be possible. The scar on your left thigh from when you fell on the broken glass at the park and had to get stitches was the final proof. That's why I kissed it; like I did when you were young and asked me to make it better.

"I started out trying to save Pumpkin from her husband and those slime balls but as I got to know the woman you had become, I found myself falling in love with Marsha, the woman. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid you would leave like I left you years ago."

"I hurt for the longest time after you moved away," I whispered as the tears began to flow. "You were in all my happiest memories of growing up and suddenly you were gone."

"I wanted to tell you why I was leaving Pumpkin, but I didn't know how to explain to a twelve year old that my wife was divorcing me for another man. It broke my heart to see the look on your face when you came home from school and found the moving van in front of my house. I went inside so you wouldn't see me cry. That's really why it took me so long to find the vase and clippers to cut the roses."

"That's why you moved away? Mom only said you and your wife were moving. She never mentioned anything about a divorce."

"Barb and I worked for the same company. She was having an affair with the owner. Together they decided to send me out on a project so they could finally be together for more than a couple of hours. The job they picked wasn't one I was involved with so I flew out to the site only to find out the company we were building the shopping center for had gone bankrupt a couple months earlier. I returned home to find Barb with my boss. He fired me and she filed for divorce before I could even find a lawyer. I took my half of the money and went to Indiana where I was hired by my current company."

"I heard your wife tell the neighbor lady she hated that you agreed to babysit me but I never understood why. I didn't try to make her mad at me."

"Barb never wanted kids. When your mother came over to ask Barb if she would babysit you on the weekends, I accepted before Barb could say no. If I couldn't raise my own kids, I had you two days a week to make me feel like a father. I felt like a proud dad when I taught you how to ride your bike, skip rope, and play hop-scotch."

I softly kissed his lips as my eyes began to water. "Now you're teaching me what it feels like to be loved like a woman. I love you Poppie with all my heart."

We made love a couple of times that night. He claimed me as his the first time and made slow sweet love to me later.

I woke up to the sound of heavy equipment shaking the trailer. I showered and dressed in jeans and a shirt before seeing if Tom had left me any coffee.

I made a fresh pot and watched the workers as I had my mug of eye opening brew. Refilling my mug and filling one for Tom, I walked over to the construction trailer.

Tom was leaning over the desk talking to a cute blonde when I walked in.

"Caught you already!" I said as the two jumped at the sound of my voice.

I handed him a mug and received a kiss in return.

"Marsha, this is Tammy. You should spend some time with her to see if you have any questions about the job. Tammy, this is Marsha. She will be doing this job when I go to Little Rock."

Tom looked at me and chuckled. "You can pull in your claws Pumpkin; she's married to one of the electricians on this project. You'll meet him when he comes in at lunch break."

Tammy showed me the programs they used and the book that said what had to go where and when. She did reduce my anxiety level when she mentioned every trailer was set up the same. If I called the help desk, they could tell me where I should find whatever I needed. I could ask Tom since he'd been doing this for over fifteen years and the idea about standardizing the trailers had been his. Before Tom returned so I could take him to lunch, I did meet Tammy's husband.

Tom and I talked about the job and when he would be finished. I had checked Tom's kitchen and added a few extra items to my list. When we returned from lunch, I piled his cookware in a box and drove home. I exchanged it with my cookware collection. Jim didn't cook so he would never know. I picked up some things at the grocery store and had dinner ready for Tom when he walked in the door. He showed his appreciation when we went to bed.

For the rest of the week, I worked at the insurance company. I told them I was quitting in one week. Over coffee I told Carol that I would be leaving with Tom and working as his assistant.

Friday after lunch Ms Dixon's office called. Jim's attorney was requesting a meeting between both sides next Wednesday at 4:00.

When we met Wednesday, Jim looked at me and started to explain how I misunderstood what I saw. My temper flared as I looked the sleazy bastard in the eyes.

"I found the camcorder hidden in the living room; you were going to tape me being used by your friends. I watched the tape in the camcorder as you explained your brilliant plan of drugging me to those three slime balls. Let's cut the shit and get this done, Jim, because I don't ever want to see your face again."

There was a long silence before Jim signed the papers. We signed each other's car title. I thanked Ms.Dixon as I placed the title in my purse and returned to work.

Friday, I cleaned out my desk at the end of the day and told Carol I would see her the next Friday to collect my final check. I called Tom to see about dinner and then placed the order for takeout.

Over dinner Tom explained what needed to be done before we left. We showered and snuggled, kissing a few times before falling asleep.

I woke smiling to the smell of coffee and gentle kisses. We sat on the couch drinking coffee until both my eyes opened. We spent the weekend rearranging the trailer to store my clothes and other items.

I took Carol out to lunch when I went back to collect my last check. I promised to email her the minute I got an email address from my new company.

I sold my car the day before we left. I had to go to a week-long course at company headquarters. Tom would stay and go over any last minute changes for our new project.

Tom raised a few eyebrows when he told them we would need motel accommodations but to only rent one room. Before the week was over we gave the rumor mill more ammunition.

"Over here Pumpkin!" he yelled as he waved his hand to get my attention.

"Be right there Poppie," I yelled back before noticing the room had become quiet. "Oops! Maybe I should have said Mr. Woods," I quickly said, causing laughter and scattered applause.

Tom was blushing but had a smile on his face, just like me.

After the first week in Little Rock, I knew we were labeled forever.

"Look on the bright side Tom," I told him after he had hung up the phone. "If they ask for Pumpkin or Poppie we know the call is from corporate.

About eight months after I moved away, I received a large envelope from Ms. Dixon. Enclosed were my final divorce decree papers and a check for my half of the assets. She sent a letter apologizing about waiting so long but the house took a while to sell. She hoped my life was better now.

I made Poppie dress up and took him out for dinner and dancing to celebrate. We danced like lovers and I let him seduce me.

He proposed after we came home and made love....... We were married during the break between projects.