A REBOUND MARRIAGE
written by:
Brook Hayes

A REBOUND MARRIAGE

By

Brook Hayes

HER EX: THE FLOUNDER AND THE FLIGHT

It happened about a year after Rob and Brook were married.

Rob remembers the day that Trey came to him, wanting to talk.

"Just the two of us," Trey said. "Hell, let's have a cold one."

Trey was Brook's ex husband and it was a sticky situation in a way. Trey and Brook had been married for five years before the divorce and had dated in high school before that. Rob had known them the whole time even if he was a few years older. It was a small town and everybody knew everybody.

Most folks around quietly acknowledged Brook's marriage to Rob was a "rebound wedding" on Brook's part and Rob didn't deny it. A year isn't very long between marriages but Brook was such a knockout Rob wasn't going to pass her up. The fact that Trey and Rob knew each other pretty well made it a little dicey. Not to mention Travis.

Travis was Trey's two-year-old son but they hadn't spent enough time around each other for Trey to know him. It wasn't a nasty divorce by any means but there was certainly deep pain. Brook had caught Trey having an affair while she was pregnant and turned off the marriage like a light switch.

Rob actually felt sorry for old Trey. He was a damned good old boy that had made one mistake, one quick bad error in judgment. He had made the mistake of falling for a great body while he had a pregnant wife. There was no surviving it.

Then came the casual meeting. Rob was concerned. Was it about Travis? Probably not. He was doing a pretty good job at being a dad and Trey had stayed well out of the way.

Money? Rob hoped not. All of them were struggling.

As it was, money was exactly the subject of their meeting but not what Rob thought.

After thirty minutes of small talk Trey twirled a beer in his hand and finally looked at Rob.

"Hey, man. I know it hasn't been easy for any of us. You guys are fighting from payday to payday just like me, aren't you?"

Rob laughed quietly.

"Hell, who makes it to payday any more?"

Trey laughed with him. Trey was a diesel mechanic and a damned good one, regardless of his age. He had come from a generation of mechanics and had rebuilt a tractor engine when he was twelve.

"Rob, I know it's a little awkward between the two of us. I'm not saying it's bad, just awkward at times, what with Travis being there and both of us having kin around."

"Hell, it's okay between you and me though, isn't it?" Rob asked. He looked at Trey a little taken aback. What was this about?

"Well, I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you taking care of Brook and Travis. I think you do a hell of a job, maybe better than I would."

"Man, I appreciate that. I really do." Rob said. He was relieved but still didn't know where this was going.

"Look, I've been offered a job in Iraq making big money and I'm gonna take it. Shit, I can make more over there in a two year contract than I can squeeze out of these farmers in six."

Rob was floored.

"Man, do you really want to do that?" He thought that was pretty radical.

Trey smiled.

"I'm leaving next Friday. It's all done. Passports, visas, the whole thing. I just didn't want to tell anybody but you first. You've got to take care of them."

Rob looked at him for a long time then extended his hand.

"I got'em, Buddy," he said softly.

And that was that. Not another word was spoken and Rob never saw Trey again before he left.

He knew one thing, though. Trey Williams was still in love with Brook. No doubt about it. He already knew that Brook was not entirely over Trey and probably never would be but it was something he could life with.

About a month later they received the first check from Trey. They were floored! They could live on the check alone but they didn't. Instead they played everything very conservatively and caught themselves up financially. Half of Trey's check went into an account for Travis.

That first time the check arrived in the mail Brook was home alone. She opened the envelope and stared at the check for a long time, tears filling her eyes a she thought about the past with Trey.

Even though very traumatic for her, Brook's divorce from Trey had been very quiet, totally without confrontation. Looking back on it she realized that maybe she had overreacted, had acted hastily in her hurt. She had caught him in an affair. Not a long involved one but more a quick one that was detected almost from inception. Trey was too much of a "one woman man" to be able to pull off something like that without detection and he should have known. But looking back now was twenty-twenty hindsight. At the time there had been no forgiving.

It was later, both before and after she entered this very happy and exciting union with Rob, that Brook second-guessed herself about Trey. She had loved him very much for a long time. Maybe she should have made herself go through a cooling off period, giving her a chance to rethink their situation before immediately starting procedures as she had done. Especially with a baby and all their families being involved.

But that's not what happened and they all had to live with what did happen.

And now all this money. The two of them were the financial recipients of a guilty, repenting ex husband. Trey was truly sorry for his mistake and both Rob and Brook knew that. There had already been enough hurt. They needed to move on, making adjustments with life as it happened.

TESTING THE WATER

Then, before it seemed possible, the first twelve months were up and Trey was back in town on his month long mid tour leave.

By then Travis had accepted Rob and called him dad. Having a new "Dad" arrive in his life was understandably confusing. But each of the three adults involved were determined that it was going to happen and that they were going to do this well.

The visits started slowly, not much more than Trey visiting their house each evening and playing with Travis for a couple of hours. By design Brook always made sure Trey had dinner with them. It all went perfect and within a few days Trey was leaving the house with a big diaper type bag as if he were an old pro. Most of the time they just went to visit Trey's Mom and Dad so it was an easy visit.

But each visit Rob also couldn't miss the deep pain within Trey concerning Brook. He didn't miss the look and attitude of Brook, either. Always, without fail, she went into a sort of soft funk after the visits. What Rob was actually detecting was not just a deep sympathy that Brook felt toward Trey but more than a little guilt that she was part of it.

The second week Trey was home Rob had to work late on Monday. He routinely worked late into the night with no notice and that night told Brook that he wouldn't be home until after midnight. Normally he was right on time with these things but they didn't have a part they needed and it was only about nine o'clock when he left work.

When he got home he was surprised to see Trey's car still there. When Rob was home Trey had always come and gone long before this, never keeping Travis after dark. Caught between curiosity and nowhere else to go, Rob drove a block down and parked in the driveway of an empty house. As he walked back toward home he started to second-guess his sneaking in like this. If he were accidentally detected not only would she be pissed but also Trey wouldn't come back.

Silently, in the darkness, Rob slipped around the side of their house and through a very squeaky chain link fence gate. He cringed, wondering if they might have heard it. They lived in a modest house in an older neighborhood and had the fence in place to keep the kid in. Their combination dining and living room was at the back of the house, separated from the back patio with huge glass windows and a sliding glass door that were almost never covered. Rarely was the door even closed in decent weather.

With it being dark, Rob could easily see in without them seeing him. Brook had waited until they had Travis in bed before offering Trey dinner. He was sitting next to Brook at the table and everything seemed to be going normal. Rob decided that he was not going to intrude and would instead go have a cup of coffee at the diner and ride out the evening. But he stood for a while watching them first.

Brook was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts and an old tee shirt. Even dressed down the way she was she looked good. Brook may not have been the prettiest girl in high school but she had the best body. Her dark hair may have not been great but she kept it cut short and it looked good. She was pretty but Rob admitted that her real assets were from the neck down.

My god the woman had a body! Absolutely the tightest ass Rob had ever seen sitting on top of legs that could have been a model's. And he loved her tits...firm, jutting peaches just aching to be eaten!

After a while, Rob started noticing that Trey was not only constantly touching her leg with his, but every now and then was putting his hand under the table and brushing her leg. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to it, apparently enjoying the night. With the windows open, he was close enough to actually follow their idle conversation concerning Travis, of which he had no interest. What did interest him and kept him from leaving was what was going on under the table.

Rob's interest turned to anticipation as he continued to spy on them. How long had this been going on and was she going to make any move to stop it? As he stood there Trey's touches became more brazen. The "brushing" became frequent lingering touches. Finally, he gently placed his hand on her knee and left it there. Rob suspected he had been encouraged by Brook's lack of response to his foraging touch. He knew that he would have been. Finally, she acknowledged the intrusion and put her hand under the table, gently moving his hand away from her.

Rob was frozen with the events unfolding in front of him and all thoughts of leaving were definitely gone. In a perverse way, he thought to myself, "What were the chances I would ever get to see them alone like this?" After all, this was not just a stranger in her house.

As a matter of fact Rob had often wondered about Brook and Trey's sex life before the divorce. Trey had bedded this woman every night for almost five years and Rob was sure there had been plenty of sex before the marriage. When he could get her in a certain after sex mood Brook would talk about it a little. What he got out of it was that Brooks sex life with Trey was pretty good. Good enough that at times he felt a little pressure to perform.

So as he watched this Rob felt his heart rate increase and he was breathing harder. Out of the sky blue here was sort of a blast from the past!

He gave this to Trey; he didn't give up. Even as Brook continually brushed his hand away, he casually continued to search for her under the table. She pushed his hand away a number of times before she finally moved her leg over a little to try to escape him. That didn't work either and after a while she gave in and allowed his hand to stay on her knee. Even though he made no attempt to go any higher, Rob started to shake a little and could definitely feel the anticipation. Instead of being upset he found it strangely exciting.

So did Trey and Brook, each in a different way.

Trey was starting to mentally sweat a little. He had thought this over very carefully and decided to test the waters at least some. He felt the only thing he had to lose was possibly a few hours of visitation. He guessed there was little chance she would mention it to Rob.

"Come to me, baby," he thought. "Don't act like you're not feeling it."

He had dreamed of this, had fantasized it so many times this past year, he wasn't going to let it go easily. All he had hoped for was just the right circumstance, not an open opportunity but instead just a ray of light! Just exactly how far would she allow him to take it tonight? How would she react to his calculated advances?

Including the years they had dated his hard cock had been inside her receptive pussy hundreds and hundreds of times and he had drawn anguishing orgasms from her almost every time. Was any of it still there?

Brook was petrified! It was bad enough that she had never completely lost her feelings for Trey but now she had broken a little rule about when he should come and go and she had to deal with it. She should never have offered him the meal that late in the evening, knowing he would take her offer. Worse still, deep down she knew that was exactly why she offered...she knew he would hang around a little and talk with her.

"Jeez, what have I opened myself up to?" There was no way she could miss the little brushes of his fingers that were getting more and more brazen by the minute.

And she certainly couldn't miss her tingling senses as it happened. Things had somehow gone in an unexpected direction and she knew she had to make the right decision.

Rob was relieved but somehow a little disappointed when Brook looked at the clock and said they needed to break it up. But rather than Trey getting up and leaving immediately he instead got up and started putting his dishes away.

After everything was put away he still didn't leave, casually going over to the couch and sitting down. Brook kept her distance and sat in a chair nearby. Rob could hear perfectly as they spoke of Travis and things that had happened when they were dating and married. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of banter, they quieted and after a period of silence the conversation changed.

Then they definitely had Rob's interest.

"I guess you know I've never stopped loving you," Trey said quietly.

Brook sucked her breath in and tried to act surprised. She knew this could come up some day but tonight, right now, just wasn't a good time.

"Yeah, right." She tried laughing it off but it rang hollow.

"Oh, yeah. For all these years. You used to drive me crazy anyway, but after a year totally away from you now it's even worse."

Brook shuddered inside. Rob was hearing everything being said and he saw the color draining out of her face. Brook was both embarrassed and pleased at the same time. It was natural that a person would feel a rush if somebody professed a love for you. That it was a past husband made it more than a little sticky.

"Thank you, Trey. I appreciate that. But you know as well as I do that it's long over. I have a family and husband."

The conversation went on between the two, each minute getting a little bit deeper as he recalled instances of things they had done. Some of it was trivia but others were very intimate and she was obviously overwhelmed with his attention and his vivid memories of her.

Just as Brook was wondering where it might be going and Rob was watching to see how she was going to handle this, Trey looked at his watch and said he should go.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," Brook thought. "I survived it."

Trey knew he had pushed this as far as he wanted to that night. He had already seen her reaction or lack of reaction to his advances. But he wanted to leave her with one last thing to think about the next couple of days, something to tease her senses.

As he was leaving he hesitated by the door and talked a little more, more of a whisper this time and out of Rob's earshot.

"This is it," Trey was thinking. "I have to step it up or drop the whole thing."

Brook had relaxed and let her mental guard down. Trey was on his way out the door and it would be all over in a few seconds.

But she wasn't watching close enough.

During a little more idle chatter he casually started touching her again, just a brushing of the arm and lightly touching her face. Then he leaned over and gave her what Rob thought was going to be a goodnight kiss on the side of her face. Brook saw it coming but for some reason didn't turn away or try to avoid it. Instead of it being on her cheek his lips found hers.

When it happened, a small thought shot through two minds. Neither was Brook's.

"Not turning away was the same as an invitation."

Both men knew it. Did she not?

They were right! Encouraged, instead of leaving Trey made a little more small talk and slipped his hand down to her waist. Her arms were folded across her chest and didn't resist his touch as he slowly moved his fingers above her hips. Rob shook his head slowly as if to say "uh, huh" when Trey suddenly leaned forward and gave her a full, soft kiss on the lips.

Brook let it linger a few seconds that seemed like minutes to Rob before she pulled away, laughed nervously and gently nudged a rock hard Trey out the door. When he left, she turned around facing where Rob was standing and leaned back against the door as if she needed the support. She shook her head and a small smile came on her face.

Rob had no idea that Trey had slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Rob backed off into the yard to make sure he wasn't detected before he left. She moved idly around the room a while before turning on the television and lying back on the couch. He moved back up to the window to watch her. She would watch the tube for a while as if she had no interest, then gaze out into space. Each time, she would shake her head a little and smile. Rob knew her thoughts were of Trey and the attention he had just given her.

He didn't know she was feeling a little bit repentant and a little bit evil all at the same time.

She had lightly sucked on Trey's tongue when he had slipped it in he mouth. Rather than her seeing it as a big deal it was more of an automatic gesture...they had done it so many thousands of times in the past.

And that was exactly where her thoughts were. She couldn't help the flashbacks that were occurring, the vivid recollections of the past. She and Trey had done a lot together. Except for his one blunder their life had been wonderful, especially when it came to their sex life. Just as with Rob, Trey had been very exciting, very fulfilling when they were together. Rarely had she ever been left hanging, denied her orgasm unless she did so intentionally in order to please him.

While she was "daydreaming" she reached up and started caressing one of her nipples through her shirt. She kept it up for five minutes or so until there was a visible reaction from the rest of her. She hips were moving slightly, the small gyrations making little circles on the couch. Her right hand abandoned her nipple to wander down her body, hesitating at her hips before her fingers begin to slowly gather the loose bottom of her shorts.

She moved her hand through the loose legs of her shorts and under the elastic leg band of her panties. She didn't have to search. An erect, excited clitoris was right there, already awakened by the events of the past hour and eagerly awaiting some personal attention.

It was perfect! Brook opened her mouth slightly and a very audible moan came from her. She lost no time in trying to get her release, her fingers moving slowly at first then picking up speed.

Rob couldn't hold it back, taking out his cock as he watched her. He had seen her do it before, but this changed it from being a performance for his entertainment to an erotic invasion of her privacy. The fact that another man was bringing on this orgasm seemed to only enhance his excitement.

Just as Rob thought he couldn't hold it any longer, he was startled to hear that old gate creak. He barely detected the sound but knew instantly that somebody was entering the yard. In a panic, he stepped back into the dark and behind a small storage shed just a few feet behind him. It was after he was safely out of sight that he realized Brook was still lying there on the couch in open view with her fingers up her pussy. He started to step out but he picked up a person moving over to the patio window. He froze in place and watched silently.

Brook was in a world of her own at the time, old memories and Trey's recent gentle touches firing her senses. She had no idea of her audience.

The figure moved up to the window and started watching. As close as Rob was he could still see pretty well into the lighted room. Brook had her eyes closed and was lying on the couch with her right leg off the side and her foot on the carpet. Her body was moving openly with the pleasure her fingers were providing, her hips lifting gently off the couch as she touched herself.

The man turned and Rob saw his face. It came as no surprise to see it was Trey!

Trey looked around to see if he was all clear, taking out his already stiff cock to watch her. He had moved his car down the street and given himself a few minutes before coming back. He had wanted to watch her secretly, looking for any reactions to his advances.

He was elated! That little suck that she had given his tongue a few minutes ago must have gave her as much a wakeup call as he.

"That's it, baby," Trey thought. "Fire that thing up like you used to do."

Years ago this was a game they played on a routine basis. Trey would leave the house to "go out" for the evening and Brook would entertain herself to orgasm after orgasm, always in a bright light and right in front of an open window. It was like a little private theatre that blew both their minds!

Trey couldn't help but be encouraged. She had made no attempt to avoid his kisses and then she went straight to the couch and started rubbing what he correctly guessed was a very stimulated, hot pussy!

Was all this for him? Caused by him? He decided the answer was yes!

It was amazing how close Rob's thoughts were running to Trey's.

"This was all induced by Trey," he thought. Deep down he knew it.

"How strange," Rob thought. Here he was, hidden away, watching another man jack off as they watched his wife together. A masturbation triangle, so to speak.

It didn't last long. As Brook worked her fingers faster and faster her hips were making slow circles in response and lifting slightly off the couch. When her mouth fell open and stayed that way it was obvious she was about to come.

Trey beat her to it and in the light of the window Rob could actually see the semen as he came and it squirted out of him. Trey continued to stroke himself while both of them watched Brook come in an incredible performance. Her legs stiffened and spread wide, then her head swung side to side as she came. Rob could just barely hear her from where he was but knew Trey surely was treated to the full force of her moaning.

While she continued to rub herself Trey put himself back together and left in a hurry. He had no intention of being caught and his fear overcame his excitement.

With his departure Rob slipped out of the shadows and watched her for a long time as she continued the pleasure, coming to an orgasm again with a verbal outburst that was too bad Trey missed.

Because Rob was sure it was all for him!

When she gave it up and got off the couch, Rob went back to his car and drove around for a couple of hours before going home. When he came in she was acting as if she were asleep. It was crunch time. How did he want to play it? He opted for safety and just quietly got in bed. He knew one thing. For the next few weeks he was going to be "working late" every time he knew Trey was coming over.

That was a given. He didn't have a clue how far this was going to go but he had already decided he was going to let it run its course. Rob knew there was no way that Trey was going to give up now...not with the way Brook had reacted. Nobody would. But he was not going to interfere. Instead, he would let Brook make her own decisions. He had no idea what was to happen.

The only thing he did know for sure was that he didn't want to miss a thing!

A GENTLE COLLAPSE

When Rob got home the next evening the guilty dog was barking. Brook had taken the baby to her sister for the evening. When he walked in the door, he barely cleared the front room before Brook pulled him into the bedroom and jumped him, screwing for an hour as if he had been gone for a month.

It wasn't that he didn't appreciate her offering but during the entire time thoughts bounced around. The night before he had experienced an overpowering reaction watching Brook and Trey. Rob couldn't quite determine what it was that was more stimulating to him...her obvious sexual reaction to Trey's advances after he had left or watching her with Trey while she was being sexually manipulated. Rob didn't know which was more intriguing, the result or the means.

Later that night, just like the day before, Rob couldn't think of anything else. There should have been at least some sensation of anger or jealously, but there just wasn't. Instead, he was literally counting the hours until the next time. Instead of anger, he was spending his time thinking how to enhance the experience if it did happen again. If nothing else he would hide a small pair of powerful binoculars in the tool shed. Why not have a close up shot of it all?

Then there was Brook herself. How should he approach her? His devious mind decided that he would do his part to make sure her libido stayed sky high the entire time Trey was in town. He had a little game he loved to play at times and he decided that it was the way to go for now.

Ever so often he liked to do an "attitude adjustment" on her. He would gently rub her pussy as she slept, coaxing her clit out and making it as hard as he could without waking her. Just when she was obviously going to wake up and have an orgasm he would abandon her, leaving her writhing fitfully in her half sleep and sexually hungry. He loved to tease her like that then go to work.

Her manipulated body would awake each of those mornings sexually on fire, leaving her in a burning condition that needed Rob's hose to quench but she only had her fingers to put it out. What Rob wasn't aware of was the many, many times each day that her fingers were between her legs, sometimes just fanning the flame more than dousing it.

Rob decided that was what Brook would get as long as Trey was in town...a morning wake-up call to tantalize her senses to a point that somewhere, somehow it had to be satisfied.

Just like Rob, Brook was looking toward the coming weeks. Not with excitement like Rob but more with dreaded anticipation. She wasn't a fool...she knew what had happened and how she had shamelessly reacted. She knew one other thing. It couldn't happen again. She would make sure of that! She would make sure Rob would be home next time.

She hoped so. Recently her pussy was excited all day every day!

Everything was working against her. When Trey called a day later and talked to Rob to schedule a visit the next day Rob quickly agreed. Then he apologized sincerely that he would be working late and unable to be home. He was sorry but "it was just one of those things."

"Hey, dude." Rob looked around and made sure Brook wasn't listening.

"Yeah."

"Don't mention to Brook I won't be home. She might want to reschedule and that isn't fair. I know you have lots of folks to see."

"Uh, okay. If that's what you want. But I can come a different time." Trey tried to hide his excitement. Home alone again, baby!

"No, man, it's all okay with me. I just wanted you to know that." Rob was impressed that Trey was staying as calm as he appeared. Maybe he was wrong about all of this.

Rob was just busting to see if this was a pattern or a fluke. He told himself that even if it was a bust, a one shot deal, at least for one week it had caused an excitement within him that had really fired up their sex life. For sure, he knew one thing. Brook wasn't just not over Trey but she could be easily fired up in his presence.

Trey was beside himself. Was it his imagination or had he been right all along? Brook may not have thrown herself all over him but she didn't put up much of a fight, either. First the tongue and then this woman through the window with her pussy absolutely on fire. He was certain it was he who had ignited it.

Trey didn't want to overplay this. He had already decided not to show up every night and even made plans for a couple of small out of town visits. The fact that he was actually going over to their house to see his son had taken a back seat. A far back seat.

For Rob, the day of Trey's next visit was long and the hands on the clock barely moved. About six in the afternoon he made "the call" to let Brook know it was another late night.

"N-o-o-o-o, not tonight. Trey's coming over." Brook couldn't believe her bad luck. One thing was for sure...she wasn't going to invite Trey to dinner.

And she didn't. Instead, she mentioned casually that since Rob wasn't going to be home she didn't cook.

To her dismay, two hours later Trey showed back up with a smiling Travis, pizza and salad in hand.

"Instant meal, princess," Trey beamed.

"I worked around this," he thought to himself as they sat down to eat.

Rob waited until dark barely settled in before leaving work and make his first pass in front of his house. Even though he made the obligatory cell phone call much earlier to ensure that Trey had indeed come over he still left work and drove home with his heart pounding.

YES!! There was Trey's car in his driveway, long after he should have been gone. He drove on down and parked, walking back as much in the dark as he could. He had left the gate open so that he could mask the creak when he went in, then very slowly closed it behind him to set "the trap" if anybody came in behind him again.

Much to his joy, there was a familiar scene in front of him. There they sat, just as before. Travis was surely sound asleep by this time and Trey was eating his pizza about one bite per minute, the two of them chatting and laughing as they carried on. If Brook was having any second thoughts from last week it certainly didn't show.

Rob recognized what Brook was wearing. It was a surprising selection knowing that somebody, especially Trey, was coming over. She had on a long thin dress that had a split all the way up her right thigh. Not only did it expose most of her leg when she walked but it also bared her leg all the way up to her panties when she sat, the loose top falling open to expose her breasts whenever she leaned over.

She never wore it out of the house and, as far as he knew, had never worn it in front of anybody other than him. He felt sure Trey thought he had hit a gold mine!

And he had.

"My God, look at what she's wearing!" was the first thing that crossed Trey's mind when he brought Travis back in. When he had left she was wearing a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt.

The minute Trey walked in the door and his eyes lit up Brook instantly regretted her poor judgment.

"How totally stupid of me," she thought. What could she have been thinking? Deep down she knew the answer. During their previous conversations Trey had spoke lightly about some of the women he had dated after the divorce. For some reason there was this little gnawing part of her that wanted to "dress up" a little, to put her best foot forward. But she had certainly overdone that and there was no room to back out without embarrassing both of them.

"Sorry about the way I look," she apologized. "I was just ready to get comfortable for the night and didn't know you were staying."

"Oh, it's fine." Trey tried to blow it off.

"Real, real fine," he thought. About fifty percent of his doubts about the next few hours were instantly wiped away. Earlier when they had put Travis to bed Trey was treated to a nonstop tit show thanks to her loose fitting top.

When Rob arrived she was sitting with her legs crossed under the table, her right leg exposed to her hip. The touching was already in progress when he got there. It wasn't that Trey was all over her with his hands but he would just casually let his hand leave the table every minute or so and touch her under the table. By that time, Rob suspected the casual brushing of the knee had already come and gone as his fingers were exploring higher. Rob gave her this much... she was casually but persistently fighting his hand off without making a scene.

She could have obviously ended it all by simply getting up or sitting all the way across the table from him. But she thought she could handle it and the hidden maneuvering continued for some time as Rob watched.

A few minutes after Rob arrived Brook excused herself for a minute and went to the bathroom in their bedroom. Rob followed her from the outside, knowing that he could see through the bedroom window. When she came out of the bathroom she hesitated before she opened the bedroom door to leave. She leaned back against the door and lifted her skirt. She closed her eyes and started gently brushing herself through a black thong, her mouth open and her legs dipping very slowly. Catching herself, she shook her head, dropped her skirt and went back in to the kitchen. Rob thought that maybe he had prepared her TOO well for the evening!

He remembered that he had his little binoculars available and got them out of the shed. Slowly but surely, it was obvious to his closer scrutiny that Trey was winning the war. As he went explored higher and higher she allowed it to linger just a wee bit longer.

By the time they called it quits Rob could tell it was really starting to get to Brook. Her chest was starting to heave a little and she was squirming in her chair as Trey's teasing fingers had wandered high on her leg, up to the split of her dress. The binoculars allowed Rob to see the faint rotation her ass was doing on the chair and by experience he knew she was really feeling it.

They ended up on the couch again, talking as if nothing was going on between them. She sat sideways, facing him with her right leg crossed over her left, exposing her leg almost to her waist. After feebly trying to cover up, Brook just gave up the cause and let him look. As they discussed old friends, she reached around to get an old photo album from under the table next to the couch. When she did her legs opened and treated Trey to a great open shot of her black thong-covered pussy, exposing little black tufts of hair.

He took advantage of the situation. Brook obviously wanted him to look at some of the photos but instead of moving in close to her he intentionally kept his distance. Both she and Rob appreciated him not crowding her but it caused a separation that made her lean over considerably in order to share the book. When the loose top of her dress fell wide open it revealed that skimpy white bra that barely covered her nipples. Trey managed it all beautifully, taking in her unintentional offering without giving himself away. He enjoyed the show for at least ten minutes before he had a chance to change the mood.

As they were looking they came upon a photo of a group of kids sitting around a campfire. Trey recognized it immediately. So did Brook. She had forgotten it was even in there and immediately wished she had removed it. It brought back memories best left alone.

Trey didn't miss a beat. Time was short and he couldn't miss opportunities.

"Let me see that," he laughed softly.

Rob didn't have a clue what they were looking at. If he had he wouldn't have given it any thought. It was just a photo of a few kids sitting around a campfire in the dark.

Trey looked at it a few seconds and said softly, "Remember that night?"

Rob could have answered for her. Yeah, she remembered. Otherwise her face wouldn't have turned red and have such a strained look on it.

"Yep, I remember," Brook said softly.

And boy, did she!

It had happened about a month after her graduation from high school. A small group of them were having an all day summer affair down on the Little Sandy River and the day had moved into the early evening. Brook's tiny black two-piece bathing suit was covered by a large tee shirt to ward off the evening chill and to keep the bugs off.

Trey had been touching her all day, stroking her between the legs and teasing her nipples every chance he got. Even though they didn't see much of it going on they both knew the other couples were doing it, too. There had been a few times that some of the other couples had disappeared alone for an hour or so into those woods.

About nine o'clock Trey coaxed Brook into getting on one of the inflated rubber tubes and moving out into the river a little. Brook protested as much as she could before relenting. She didn't want to spoil the evening for the others by making a scene but they had seen a snake earlier and she was petrified of them.

Trey wasn't taking her for a ride just for fun. The teasing he had given her all day was taking a toll on him and he was in the mood for what he knew was nestled softly under that tiny patch of black cloth between her legs.

O-o-o-o-o-h, yes!

Sweet Brook wasn't exactly what her parents had hoped. By that time Trey had been in her pants for the past nine months and that night he was hungry for more.

Brook definitely wasn't in the mood. Not only were friends just up the creek from them but also those dreaded snakes! She squealed a little in protest but let him guide her slowly out into the dark river.

To protect herself, Brook wrapped her legs high around Trey's neck to lift her out of the water and off that float as much as possible. She gave no thought that she was grinding her crotch right in his face.

Trey was well aware of it, though. The sweet aroma coming from her hot pussy was honey to his senses. As he moved her further from the group he nuzzled his face gently into her, using his nose to slide up and down the wet cloth.

Trey knew there was a small sand bar there but when he approached it he made no mention of it to Brook. He let her think she was in peril and totally at his mercy.

He stayed between her legs and slowly untied her bikini bottom, carefully sliding it off and tucking it down inside his own tight trunks to make sure they didn't disappear into the night. He was being offered a feast, a sexual fantasy that he wasn't going to pass up.

Like most of the other girls, Brook had limited their sexual activities to random encounters in the back seat of their cars. Although they both thought it was wonderful it was always the same...Trey on top riding a receptive Brook for a few minutes before exploding into her with a youthful exuberance.

But he wanted more. So did she but she didn't know exactly what.

Trey had never done it before but he had heard talk, had read about it. He was more than willing to take a chance.

All at once Brook lurched at his touch.

"Trey, what are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely.

Even through her apprehension of the dark river she couldn't miss what was happening.

Trey didn't answer. What was he to say?

His face was buried deep in her pussy; his mouth searching hungrily for the clit he knew would be hard and receptive from the days teasing.

He was right. This was something totally unexpected and Brook reacted that way.

"Tre-e-e-y-y-y," she moaned in protest. "Stop it!"

Trey ignored her. He knew she couldn't move and definitely wouldn't call out. Most of all though he was feeling her ass move in response to his mouth.

Oh, yeah! Through her protest there was an instant response and her hips jerked slightly before pressing forward against his mouth.

Fifteen minutes. Later in life there were times he could do it in two but that night, in the middle of that creek and for the first time, it took him fifteen minutes to bring her off.

He didn't really know what to expect at the time. He certainly never imagined a Brook that went totally out of control; thrashing wildly from the rapid sucking her clit was receiving and pulling his head into her crotch as hard as she could. The only thing that wasn't perfect was the effort she had to make to keep her voice down. Both would have liked for her to just let go but there were people just yards away.

That night Brook had no idea how quickly she had reacted to his mouth. What had started minutes earlier as something dirty had ended in a sexual bliss she never imagined possible. For all their sweet lovemaking in the past she knew that she had never really came close to having an orgasm with Trey. But she did then and she surely knew she wanted more of it!

And that's where she became a little ‘Trey slave", right there in the middle of the Little Sandy River in the darkness. After that she never denied him anything.

As they looked at the photo they both remembered. Trey was hard and Brook squirmed slightly on the couch. The memory still made her tingle between her legs.

Their silence during that entire thought process had taken only a minute. Rob had no idea what they were thinking but he did know was what he was seeing.

Trey had carefully slipped his hand up and was gently rubbing her neck and shoulders.

"Those were some good times, huh?"

She slumped down a little.

"Yeah, some good times," she sighed.

"Remember all the trips to the Little Sandy after that?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Lots of them." After releasing her first orgasm with him they became commonplace. It was like the ice was broken and she began to come with him on a regular basis as she rode his cock. The few times she didn't make it they would wait a few minutes and then he would take her with his mouth. The first couple of times he went down on her after he had already come inside her she protested. After a while though she didn't care. She just wanted to come.

"Would you do it all over again?" It was almost like a challenge he was throwing out, but it was tempered so that it was more of a probing question.

While she was trying to wrestle with an appropriate answer, Trey had eased his hand down to the zipper on the back of her dress, lowering it down in an excruciatingly slow descent.

"Oh, Trey, you know I would never do that again." Her denial was so weak, her voice so soft, that even her mother wouldn't have believed it.

Rob didn't know if she was aware of the zipper going down, but by then it was low enough to expose the back of her bra. Trey leaned over and barely pressed his lips to her neck as he spoke. He was speaking so low that, through the open window, Rob could barely detect what he was saying.

"You don't remember that you always wore black panties after that when you really wanted it?"

Brook suddenly realized that Trey was unzipping her and he had really nailed her about the truth from their past. She suddenly shuddered and moved back against him. Trey didn't miss the moment, forgoing the light kisses to bury his face in her neck. She turned her head slightly away from him, allowing him easy access to her soft areas there.

"I would always remove your top and kiss your breasts a long time before I took off the bottoms."

She turned so that Rob could see her face well. She didn't try to deny any of it. It was all in her face. As Trey moved freely with his mouth, she closed her eyes and a soft look came on her face. If she was aware of all his actions and the fact that she was totally unzipped, she was mentally caught in a vacuum and didn't object.

When Trey eased her dress down over her shoulders and down her arms, she either snapped out of it or decided to draw the line.

"Trey!! What do you think you're doing?" She pulled away from his mouth, but her dress was already down to her elbows and her breast pouring out of the top of the extremely flimsy bra. There wasn't much left to imagination.

"Fulfilling a dream." Rob couldn't imagine her not detecting the tone of Trey's voice. It resonated with a deep, deep desire from the past, not just from spontaneous lust.

"You know we can't do this, Trey. I'm married." The protesting voice was soft but sincere.

"I know." He gave her the response she needed to hear, but his lips went back to her neck and his hand moved slowly to gently cup a breast. Rob thought he heard them both suck in their breath with the contact.

"Great move," he thought wryly. Tell her anything, but keep moving. Boys all learn that in the ninth grade but the girls never seem to catch on.

"I'm serious. You need to leave now!" Brook spoke with authority, placing her hands over his as he slowly massaged her breast. But Rob saw no attempt on her part to forcefully remove him.

"I know. I need to go." His fingers found her nipples, sliding them free of the bra and rolling them in his fingers. She closed her eyes and her head went back, unintentionally inviting his mouth to explore her neck even more. She were facing straight out the window towards Rob but he felt no danger of being caught and didn't move as they were obviously involved.

Her voice was saying, "leave" but her body was not and Trey knew that it was time for a move. During the distraction, her legs had spread, leaving them an open invitation for his hand. Not losing the chance, he moved his right hand from her breast and slid it slowly down her stomach.

"Brook, are you wearing black panties tonight?" He already knew the answer.

Brook said nothing but she turned bright red and her breath sucked in.

"He's right!" she thought. She had intentionally put on black.

Her hand followed his but it was more if she was only trying to know its location more than remove it. Moving his hand on down, he slowly spread her skirt open as far as it would go to give him an open view of her thong. He stalled a minute to admire the view and to test her reaction. When there was none, he slid his hand under her thong and gently cupped her mound. Rob could see perfectly when his fingers went under the flimsy cloth and began a slow, steady rub.

"No, Trey." It was a half-hearted protest at best and rather than her hand trying to push his away she just placed her hand on top of his. It didn't deter or slow him in the least. Trey had already found her sensitive clit and was stroking it to life.

"Black panties. Very nice."

"No, Trey. Let me go." She moaned it more than spoke it.

Ignoring her feeble protest, Trey moved off the couch, letting Brook lay back. He had full access to her mouth for the first time and took advantage of it, engaging her in a long, deep kiss that drew a response. She let out a little sound and her legs spread slightly as her hips lifted to meet his busy fingers.

"Trey, if you think that's a reaction, wait until you see what happens when your mouth gets to her nipples," Rob thought. Then he realized that Trey would already know how sensitive her nipples were.

But Rob gave him credit. Trey was patient enough to stay with her mouth, neck and ears for quite a while as he continued that slow assault on her pussy with his hands. He certainly wasn't new at this and Brook was totally lost, being drawn out of her safe environment in which she was accustomed and not dealing well with her gentle predator. Rob was already starting to see how much she was going to be overmatched.

"Please, Trey. We can't do this. You have to leave." The words were barely out of her mouth when he teased her with his lips again and she eagerly responded with her own.

Rob was almost urging him on; then, as if on cue, Trey's mouth slid down to take in a nipple. He licked it at first, enclosing it with his lips, making her turn her head sharply and causing a definite upwards thrust of her body. He smelled the victory and quickly released the little clasp in front. Her breasts slipped from the bra and Trey gorged himself on her left one, opening his mouth wide and filling it, sucking on it very hard and very quickly as it came in and out of his mouth.

"Stop. Let me up now." If she used that same tone when telling a child to stop they wouldn't do it either. It was a verbal crutch and she obviously didn't mean it.

To Rob, this was all so familiar that it was almost as if he were there on the couch instead of Trey. How many times had he seen her in this exact position and frame of mind? He could see Brook's eyes were closed, her head turned to one side. Her hard breathing and the gentle lifting and gyration of her hips were the usual signature that she was lost in the moment.

Her hand was still riding the top of Trey's while his fingers alternated between manipulating a hard clit and finger fucking her wet pussy. The binoculars Rob used at times gave him an unbelievably detailed look, right down to Trey's fingers moving under her thong.

"You win, Trey, she's going to give in," he thought. Rob couldn't believe that all his thoughts had become those of encouragement, none of anger or surprise. His hands were shaking to the point that he had to quit using the binoculars. Besides that, he had other things he wanted to do with his hands right then. His cock was so hard it hurt, but he didn't want to come and lose the moment. He took it out and barely stroked it, just enough to be part of what he was seeing.

Strangely, Rob had a new appreciation of Trey. He was experienced with Brook and knew what she wanted. As he watched and listened Trey pressed his luck, knowing he was in control.

"Remember us doing this?" Before he gave her a chance to answer, he gave her another long, deep kiss to give her a chance to get her thoughts together. When she didn't answer, Rob saw a wicked smile creep across his face. He took her breast in his mouth again and appeared to suck so hard it was almost painful to her from her reaction and, at the same time, buried his fingers deep in her pussy and pounded them in and out.

After fifteen or twenty seconds of this, he slowed and asked again. "Remember all of this, Brook?"

Trey knew the answer, Rob knew the answer, and Brook knew the answer. But was she going to let this be just an unfortunate innocent erotic mistake or had she passed the point of no return? The answer was slow coming and was so soft Rob almost missed it, but it was there and it was undeniable.

"I remember." Her admission removed any barriers.

That was the breaking point. Trey stopped everything long enough to pull her dress completely off her arms and discard her bra. It took only seconds before she was stripped from the waist up and his mouth was back on her, moving from her breast to her mouth and back, seemingly in perfect timing with her desires. He took both of her hands in one of his, lifting them both slightly above her head.

He very, very slowly started removing her panties; not jerking them off, but rather sliding them down a little bit at a time, going from one side of her legs to the other to inch them down. Rob was frozen with the sight of him mastering her. He could see her face when Trey wasn't kissing her and it reflected her resignation.

You would have thought she hadn't had sex since their divorce the way she was reacting to his touches. Inch by inch her exposed pussy became visible, slowly being exposed like a long awaited prize. When it was half way down her thighs she lifted her ass slightly to accommodate the final removal of her thong while he slid them past her knees and on to the floor.

Rob waited for him to take off her dress, but Trey surprised him and left it on. It was all bunched up around her waist and surprisingly made it even more erotic than if she were naked. It was as if she were clinging to at least some modesty.

Trey was full of surprises. Judging from what Rob had seen, he was anticipating him to go down on her with his mouth at that point. Instead, he saw Trey give a quick look at the clock. He realized Trey was thinking about how time had disappeared and thought that maybe he planned to stop right there. Again he felt surprised at his reaction... disappointment. Instead, Trey gently guided her off the couch to her feet and turned her around so she was facing the couch.

"Get up on your knees, Brook."

"Huh?"

"Get on the couch on your knees." She followed his lead, his hands spreading her legs as she placed her knees on the cushions. He guided her hands to the back of the couch, leaving her braced in an upright position. Her pussy and ass was exposed from behind, waving in the air just below the level of his hips where he was standing. Trey slowly took out his cock, standing to one side as he brandished it so she could see it.

"I'm sorry the time is so short. There's so much I've dreamed of doing with you." She didn't respond, instead just looking at his cock and then back at his face.

"Do you want me?" He moved in behind her and pressed himself in between her open legs.

Rob watched him put his head between her legs and slowly slide it up and down her wet crevice. Moving his hips slightly back and forth, he asked her again "Brook, do you want me?"

"No." She finally and slowly replied.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to leave." Rob could see her pushing back against him even as she said it.

"Okay. I don't want to force you." He slipped his head inside of her and started barely pumping into her; very slowly burying his swollen head into her and then bringing it all the way out with each stroke.

There was a long hesitation. This girl was definitely out of her environment. She didn't know the game and Trey did. Rob knew exactly what Trey was looking for. He wanted control. Trey wanted her to ask for it and he had the fortitude to wait her out. This teasing was new to Brook. She never had to do that.

He was totally buried in her now; long strokes going all the way in as he held her hips with both hands. His movements were exaggerated, bringing his cock all the way out then reentering her with each stroke. Brook turned her face so Rob could see it and he could swear she was already about to come. Her face was contorted, mouth open, trying without success to suppress her groans.

Trey stopped and pulled all the way out, stepping back slightly and exposing his huge hard-on waving in the air. Rob couldn't believe it!! He was going to stop now? He should have known better. Trey was only exercising his power over her.

"It's getting late. I really should go."

"No-o-o-o-o." The low protest coming from her was so pitiful Rob felt sorry for her. It was also a huge turn on.

"You don't want me to stop?" Trey reached around her with both hands and twisted her nipples to the point it was almost cruel.

Brook cringed from the pain but it shot straight down to her teased pussy in the form of pure pleasure.

"A-a-a-u-u-u-h-h," she moaned out in a mixture of pleasure from his fingers and disappointment that he had left her aching pussy empty.

Ye-e-e-s-s-s, she wanted his cock. For years it had been the first and only cock she had and it had pleased her beyond her most erotic expectations. She had always wanted his cock, thinking of it often even after she was married to Rob. But she was married and this was all wrong. She couldn't possible let it go on.

She was still on her spread knees, leaning forward and burying her face in the cushions on the back of the couch. Her hips were slowly undulating slowly back and forth as if he were still in her.

Her obvious mental turmoil only brought a smile to Trey's face. "I should go, Brook. You know we can't do this." He was almost laughing at her.

"I know." The cushion her face was buried in stifled her voice.

"What was that?" He leaned over and barely pressed the head of his shaft into her.

"O-o-o-h-h-h, u-u-u-m-m-m, I know we can't," she said through her little moans.

"What do you want, Brook?" Trey moved inside of her a little more.

"O-o-o-h-h, God, please help me through this shame," she thought.

"I want you to go." She meekly whispered it.

"You want me to what?" He was going to press this all the way and began pumping her all the way, again with slow strokes that came all the way out before plunging into her deeply.

She hesitated for a short moment but Rob could see what was happening. Slowly Brook started to move gently with Trey's strokes, moving back against him as he entered than up again as he pulled out, stroking his cock with her sensitive pussy.

Trey played it perfect. After a short while he stopped moving and just stood there. He didn't try to pull away, instead letting her stroke his cock totally on her own. Without him moving at all she pushed back and forth, burying his cock deep in her.

Trey gave it time. He had been there with her many times before, letting her stroke him exactly as she was then. It may be illicit, but that night was quickly becoming no different from any in the past.

"What do you want, Brook?"

Rob heard his soft question. He could also see what was happening, where this had all gone. He knew the answer.

Brook buried her face in the couch and slowly slid up and down Trey's hard cock. She remembered this so well. It had always been so-o-o-o good. And now it was so-o-o wrong!

What would it be?

"Make love to me."

Rob slumped slightly and he could see her softly contorted face as she spoke.

There it was.

"Make love to you? You're married, Brook. You don't love me."

She hesitated again. "I know," she said without conviction.

"What do you want, then?"

Brook searched herself. How had this happened? Where were any morals, any discipline? A married woman acting like this. All of a sudden Trey had come out of the past, rocking her life with precious memories.

Brook looked back at Trey the best she could.

Whatever help she was seeking, what mental fortitude she needed, just wasn't there. Not at that exact moment, that split second she so desperately needed it.

She dropped her head down and thought, "I'm sorry, Rob. I'm so sorry."

She seemed to be looking for words to respond to Trey and finally it just came out.

"Just fuck me, Trey. Just fuck me."

As she said it she felt him shove deeper into her.

"Well, if that's what you want." He took his hands off her hips and slid them up and down her back, then covering her body closely with his so that he could wrap his arms around her and softly manipulate her nipples. The reaction he hoped for came in the form of a low, prolonged groan from her as she pressed back against him.

He had won .He was the master; she was the slave. Rob knew it, too.

"Where do you want it, Brook?"

There was no answer. Smiling, he rocked back and Rob watched him press the head of his cock barely inside her inviting ass.

"Do you want it here?"

"No-o-o-o-o-o."

"What do you want? I need you to tell me."

"Fuck my pussy, Trey. I want you inside me!" Rob almost came on the spot.

There was no hesitation. Trey had already positioned himself for the reentry and, without any pretext of being gentle, shoved himself deep into her wide-open body. The force of the stroke shoved her forward against the back of the couch as she cried out loudly.

It was like Rob could feel it himself. He knew exactly what it was like to have her wet walls clamp around that cock. Trey threw his head back and moaned, so Rob knew he was right. There was no more talking.

Brook took a major pounding. With Trey being able to stand on his feet, he could thrust into her with all his power. Her kneeling position allowed him deep, deep penetration and he never backed off. Her moans turned to pleas as the pleasure obviously washed over her. She didn't seem to know what she was begging for, but she just kept saying, "Please," over and over again. Her body bounced non-stop with the force of his thrust, her breast swaying freely as they hung down.

Rob heard her soft pleas disappear, replaced with unchecked cries of pleasure. When she tried to move forward and away from his attack, Trey would pull her back roughly so that he could keep himself in an upright position and maintain the full power of his thrust. Rob was in awe of his staying power under the situation.

Brook was the first to respond. She froze in place for five or ten seconds, head thrown back. Then she bucked wildly and buried her head in the cushion to muffle her screams as she came.

Rob couldn't hold back any longer when he saw Brook frantically fucking back on Trey's cock. She was wilder, more animated then he had ever seen her. The spectacle was way too much and he came. His eyes never left her body and face as he waited for Trey to come, too.

He couldn't believe it when Trey didn't. Brook no longer had the strength to stay erect on her knees and had slumped forward against the back of the couch. Trey adjusted with her, no longer standing straight up but instead putting his knees on the couch and moving forward against her to accommodate his entry. One thing didn't change; the pounding never slowed and the manipulations of her nipples appeared to have reached the point of being very painful, he was pinching and twisting them so hard.

"Oh-h-h, o-h-h-h, o-h-h-h," was all that was coming out of Brook by then. She couldn't believe the sensations, the total consumption of her body that was happening. She was facing toward the window and Rob could see her complete rapture. Her mouth never closed, moans and cries constant as she reached back and put her hand on his driving hips as if guiding him into her.

Rob could feel his own hard starting to revive, knowing she was building to another orgasm. He was not disappointed.

Brook was exhausted and crying softly, only her insatiable lust keeping her going.

"God, forgive me," she thought. "As much as I love Rob it has never been like this."

There was just too much "first love" in their lovemaking for it not to be perfect, totally exhilarating. The fact that somehow Trey was performing like a human jackhammer didn't make things any easier.

Brook felt it coming.

Unbelievably, this one was even more powerful than the first. She was already bouncing from the pounding on her ass, but she added to it by starting to pump herself up and down with a furious rush to the finish. Before she had a chance to bury her face again, she let out a groan that Rob was afraid would wake the kid. He could see her stomach contracting and releasing as her climax caused unchecked body convulsions.

It was too much for Trey this time and he threw his head back and moaned with her, obviously loading her with his come. Then he just froze in place as if he couldn't move. He didn't have to. Brook was still in the throes of her own climax and was driving his cock onto her by rocking back and forth on it.

They stayed locked with each other for at least another ten minutes, the pounding turning into a steady rocking back and forth and then a small "spooning," locked together in simultaneous movement with him kissing her neck and the side of her mouth non-stop. One thing that didn't stop was her moaning, even though it did quiet down to where it was just whimpers.

Finally, she looked at the clock and almost jumped up.

"Good grief, Trey. Get out of here!" They both hustled to get him out.

He stopped for a moment and pulled her close. "It was even more wonderful than I could have ever remembered, Brook. I can't wait until next time."

Brook pushed gently against his chest as if pushing out of her life.

"There will be no next time, Trey. This was a fluke and a mistake. I'm sorry. I apologize to you for making you think this might mean something and I certainly can never make it up to Rob. I won't let it happen again."

They were walking to the door as she said it. Rob saw him smile at her and say, "Okay."

Then, without a word, he pushed her against the door and quickly lifted her dress to expose her wet pussy without the benefit of any thong. He dropped down in front of her to his knees and with no hesitation buried his face in her pussy. When he sucked her clit her eyes flew wide open and her mouth spewed moans again. Her stayed with her for about 15 seconds before she lifted her right leg up over his shoulder, looking for more.

Instead, Trey stood up and kissed her deeply. Even from the distance Rob was standing he could hear Trey speak.

"There will be more, Brook. If I want it there will be more." Then, with that he walked out. Brook turned and slumped back against the door, either from exhaustion or resignation, and started to softly cry.

Rob stood outside that window watching the whole thing. He had his own thoughts about it all.

Brook was wrong. Trey was right.

After Trey left, Rob stayed outside just a few minutes to see what Brook's reaction would be once she was alone. She sat on the couch and cried softly, looking around the room as if it were the first time she had ever seen it. Rob knew it seemed strange but he almost felt sorry for her. She was a great wife and mother who had fallen when she was vulnerable. In his mind, he was wondering what he would say if he had to approach her. A lie like, "I'm really hurt that you did this," or the truth, that being "Watching you with Trey was the biggest turn-on I've ever had!!"

Brook's thoughts were elsewhere. She had just made a huge mistake. And that's exactly what Trey had done a couple of years ago...made one mistake. She had tossed Trey out. She wondered if the same thing would happen to her if Rob found out.

Definitely not!

Rob looked at his watch and knew it was time he should be "going home." He smiled to myself. Tonight was going to be fun! Let's see how she reacts to her second man of the night when he took "sloppy seconds." He envisioned a real slow fuck with him on top, giving her a lot of romantic attention so that she would know where she really belonged.

With those thoughts in mind, he was ready to give up his hidden position to go get his car when she made a move that delayed him, than froze him there. She had already laid herself out full length on the couch, facing him. What caught his attention was her right hand. She moved it from off her stomach where it had been and let it slide down lower on her abdomen to the point it was below the opening of the split skirt.

What was this? She lifted her hips and slowly pulled her skirt up and to each side and opened her legs wide, exposing a very red, very wet pussy in the full light of the lamp. Rob almost fell over himself picking the binoculars up again. With those, he could see that her pussy was still open from Trey's ramming, glistening with their cum.

She moved her hand down between her legs and slowly started rubbing herself, slow at first as if she were just trying to cool it off, than picking up speed so that there was no doubt as to what she needed. After all that had happened that night, it still mesmerized him to watch her as she reacted to her fingers, her body lifting off the couch to meet them as they increased in speed and pressure. It took very little time to bring herself to orgasm and she started moaning loudly. He chuckled to himself inwardly, thinking, "Now that it's time for me to come home, she can't wait for me."

"O-o-o-oh, Tre-e-e-y-y," Rob froze when she called Trey's name as she convulsed in orgasm. She only said it once, but it was there and it was distinct! While he continued to watch her hips thrash on the couch and listen to her moans, he quickly dumped the idea of a slow romantic screw. Like Trey, he knew now he wanted her to beg.

She was slowing down. Rob quickly hid the binoculars and dashed for his car. He had a feeling she would try to take a quick shower before he could get there and his devious mind wanted to stop it. He got lucky and got to their bedroom just as she was getting undressed. Surprising her, he pulled her over quickly on the bed and covered her naked body with his own, pinning her down over her objections. There was no doubt in her mind what he wanted and she wanted to temporarily prevent it.

"I need to shower," she begged. She was horrified; she was already so full of cum it was running down her thighs.

"No, I want you now." Stripping off his clothes, he laid back and made her straddle him with her knees on each side of him. When she did, he slipped his hand between her legs and could feel cum running down the inside of them. She tried to avoid his entry but Rob grabbed her hips and shoved them forward, entering her slushy pussy with a thrust.

"Y-e-e-s-s." Even through all this, Brook couldn't help but react to Rob's hard cock. She started pumping slowly and took all of him into her. She lifted all the way up each time and went all the way down, filling herself up. Her mouth hungrily sought his and locked on him for a long time. Rob didn't know if it was desire for him, an apology for her indiscretions, or all for Trey. He just knew it was good!

She lifted her head for a second and said, "Why are all the lights on?" It was really bright in there.

"I just want to be able to watch you." If fact, it was part of his own little game. What if Trey was out there looking in? Rob wanted him to see her perfectly. He held little hope that it would happen but it was part of his fantasy.

Rob could hardly keep up with her that night. He came right away, but made her stay on him until he could recover. They went at it again and came together. When they finished her pleas to let her shower were ignored. He teased her as if he were going to go down on her, chiding her as to why he should not.

Instead, she allowed him to position her on the corner of the bed near the open window so that she was facing the window with her legs spread wide and dangling off each side of the bed. In that position, she slowly masturbated for him for a long time while he toyed with the rest of her body. If there really had been anybody outside they would have had an extended, fantastic view!

They kept it up for hours, finally falling asleep with the lights on. Rob woke up later in the night, carefully running his hands between her legs before turning out the lights. She had a heavy crust on them halfway down to her knees. It was such a turn-on that he couldn't help sliding on top of her in the dark and slowly bringing her out of her sleep with his cock. The ensuing fuck was the slowest and sweetest that he'd had in a long time. Just as they dozed back off, she lazily lifted her head and looked around.

"I need to wash your clothes first thing in the morning."

"Why?" What an odd subject for that moment.

"Can't you smell the cigarette smoke on them?"

Rob thought about it a minute, then looked at the open window. She was right. There was the faint smell of cigarette smoke in there. Rob didn't smoke and his work was a non-smoking area!

Trey smoked.

No, he thought after a minute. He was starting to let his imagination go way too far.

On his way out the door the next morning Rob checked outside their window. He stared for a long time. Lying next to the fence was a bunch of fresh cigarette butts. The same brand that Trey smoked. He carefully picked them up and threw them in the trash. It wasn't something he wanted Brook to find.

As much as he tried to fight it off, he became rock hard.

REPENTANCE

While he drove to work that morning Rob gathered his thoughts about all of this. What had he become? How had he let himself become trapped into being such a lecherous voyeur at the expense of his wife? And maybe his marriage.

There was no doubt he had to end it, but the real question was did he have the fortitude to pull himself away from it? The fact that it was a terrible, forbidden situation that could threaten his marriage was a given. But what would win him over; the desire to make things right or the incredibly strong pull of the pure eroticism that he knew was still out there just waiting for him?

He decided to take the high road. He would say nothing to Brook at all but would make sure he was at home every night until Trey left. It was the least he could do to mend his ways.

At the same time Rob was driving to work Trey was at a restaurant five miles away having breakfast with his Dad. He was hardly able to follow the conversation and was happy when his Dad slipped over to another table to talk to an old friend for a while.

He shook his head. Hadn't this whole thing turned into a mess?

When he had left Brook last night he thought he saw Rob's car parked at a house down the street. He parked a little ways down and waited. Fifteen or twenty minutes later Rob hastily appeared from out of the shadows, got in his car and drove home.

Trey watched him, thinking about the past hour or so...and the open glass and doors facing the living room.

Rob had been watching them. He was sure of that.

He had sat silently in his car for a few minutes, smoking a cigarette and thinking things out. He had a situation here. Was Rob down there right now confronting Brook? He was concerned about Rob's reaction but on the other hand certainly didn't want to get involved. He had caused enough trouble already.

But as he sat there he became just like Rob, the pull being too much.

Looking about carefully, he eased himself out of his car and went down the street. At first he was relieved that nobody was in the living room but a sound caught his attention and drew him around the corner of the house. A bright light came out of what he knew was their bedroom window.

He slipped close up to the opened window and took a peek. The "peek" lasted three hours. Trey had arrived just in time for the start of "the show", listening to Rob turn down her frantic plea to take a shower.

For hours he stood in the darkness, a captured audience with a perfect seat. Just like Rob, he was caught between grief over seeing "his love" loving somebody else and the pure eroticism of it all. After only the first few minutes Trey couldn't have been pulled away from that window with a tractor.

One thing was for sure. Any worries he had about Rob having any immediate mental or physical backlash toward Brook were totally wiped out. Very obviously, Rob had been turned on by what he had seen through that patio window. Extremely turned on. If there were to be any problems it would be later. Right then all thoughts and emotions were about sex...and Brook's receptive hot pussy was the star of the second feature of the evening.

It was early morning when Trey left their house and he never bothered to go to bed. He had a lot of thinking to do. That he wanted Brook was a given. The past year he had fantasized about her day and night. But he had got what he wanted, had proved to himself she still carried a torch for him.

But sitting in that café with his Dad it was time to think about reality. There was a family with a two year old involved here. His two year old.

Trey drank his coffee and looked at his hands. Just when his Dad showed back up Trey made his decision.

A couple of years ago he had made a bad decision and didn't survive it. He was going to make sure Brook did.

When he got home he made a few phone calls to the company for which he worked. He would not bother her again.

While Trey was on the phone in his home Brook was taking a shower in hers, letting the hot water pound her. She cried softly and spread her legs, hoping that doing so would let all the cum from both men drain from her. She felt terrible. What she had done was much worse than Trey's little indiscretion. She knew that.

She couldn't change what had happened. She couldn't even change how she felt about Trey. But she was married to Rob and wanted to stay that way. Life was good for her. What she could change was her recent behavior. She vowed she would.

And that was the "state of the relationship" on that Wednesday morning. Without having spoken a word to each other, with no admittance of guilt or shame, all three decided to elevate themselves and make the right decisions.

It was over. Period.

EXQUISITE EXODUS OF THE EX

Without speaking of the "whys" of it they just worked it out among them. Trey's remaining time was short so he began to come over every night but devoted every visiting hour to Travis. Most of the time he just dropped by and left with him, visiting relatives and playing in the park before delivering him home.

Each time he came over he was relieved to see that Rob was always there and, as weak as he was, that Brook was always dressed in old jeans and a Tee shirt. Even under those controlled conditions he still left every night with a hard on.

Brook wasn't a fool. She was just as sensitive about him as he was her and she wasn't about to give him any incentives. As innocent as it was the weakness that seemed to gravitate down between her legs when he was around couldn't be ignored.

Rob was a protective bystander. A cop. But he wasn't blind or stupid. He knew that it was all still there, seething beneath the surface. And he was as hard as Trey after each visit. It was like trying to pass up on a piece of his favorite pie when on a diet. He had to act as if he didn't want it when he really wanted it very badly.

It was a strange and strained triangle. Brook had fucked Trey. Rob and Trey both knew it. Brook was totally unaware that Rob knew it and spent countless hours wondering how she would survive it if he found out.

And deep down they all knew it could happen again...that the ice was very thin and they were all skating very near the middle of the pond.

What they weren't sharing with each other was that, in their own way, each of them had already dedicated themselves to making sure that it didn't happen. The price was too large and they knew it.

So it was a very surprised Rob and Brook that got a last minute call on Saturday night from Trey. He had already been over and taken Trey for most of the day. Trey asked if they could take him to the airport. It was over two hours away and his Dad wasn't feeling well. After making arrangements for Travis to stay with his Grandmother they agreed.

Then Trey dropped a little bombshell. He asked if they could meet at the same little bar that he and Rob had met the year before. He had something to tell them and they could leave from there.

Rob and Brook were surprised. Bars weren't exactly their thing but what the heck.

Neither said anything but both were nervous about what he wanted to discuss. They both felt very vulnerable, knowing that there could be a real mess if anybody became venomous.

Trey's mom had dropped him off and he was waiting in the small parking lot of the bar when they arrived. Rob released the car trunk from inside and Trey had just put his bag in the trunk when he turned around just in time to see Brook getting out of the car. His reaction was the same as Rob's was when Brook had walked into their living room just a few minutes ago.

Wow!

He had expected jeans and tee shirt again. What he wasn't prepared for was the short skirt and platform shoes topped by a sleeveless top with armholes big enough that they dropped almost mid torso.

The fact that Brook wasn't wearing a bra was evident. In the past when she wore that blouse she always had a tube top underneath it. It was much too daring without it. But that night her perfect breasts were on show!

But what got Trey's attention was when her legs swung out of the car and she let her legs open while her skirt carelessly rode up high. Brook wasn't wearing any panties, either.

It was a last minute thing. Oh, she had some on when she walked out of the house. But when Rob ran back inside for a minute she had second thoughts and quickly removed them and slid them under her seat.

Maybe it was silly. Certainly it was immature.

But at the last minute she felt guilty about having put on black panties...the same exquisite little black ones Trey had taken off of her just a few nights before. She decided she would be silently teasing Trey...and herself.

Rob acknowledged the way she was dressed but certainly didn't have a clue she was naked underneath the micro skirt. He had raised his eyebrows and whistled when he had first seen her a few minutes ago but said nothing. He didn't have to.

"I know, I know," Brook lamented. She knew she wasn't going to get out of the car at the airport but she also knew how those young girls dressed on Saturday night at that club. Maybe she was dressing up a bit too much but she was with the two men of her life and she wasn't about to look like somebody's "wife."

They had about an hour to kill at the bar. Brook sat between Rob and Trey in a small booth way over in a corner away from most of the patrons. Rob didn't drink. He was the driver. Trey didn't mind a few as he had a long, long trip in front of him. Brook just needed to relax but she should have had one glass of wine, not three.

They occupied their conversation with idle banter for about fifteen minutes but all three knew there was something unsaid. Brook and Rob were very uneasy, extremely unsettled about why they were there.

Finally, Trey looked at his beer for a long time before speaking.

"You're probably wondering why I asked you to meet me here. I know it's a little out of your element. Especially you." He laughed and dipped his head toward Brook. He knew she was anything but a barfly.

They smiled but didn't speak. They were anxious to listen.

"I appreciate what you've done for me, especially in the past four weeks. Brook, you were especially wonderful. I can't begin to tell you how much."

Not a bit of it flew over anybody's head. Trey knew both of them would get it. Rob knew they all got it, and Brook shuddered. She knew full well what he meant and thanked God Rob did not.

"Anyway, I've been thinking this whole thing over real carefully. I have a confession."

Brook almost fainted. Rob felt a lump in his throat. Here it goes. Would they survive it?

"I called my company last week and they're going to cut me off my contract in Iraq in three months. I'm being sent straight to a brand new oil field they're opening in Argentina. I'll be there a year at least."

Rob and Brook were caught between relieved and stunned. What an unexpected turn of events.

"But why?" Brook spoke first. "What about Travis?"

"Money. Purely money. I know now that I'll never make it here. There's just not enough work. I can make good money with this company until I want to settle down. Until then, don't you think the best I can do for Travis is support him financially?"

"It's a done deal?" Rob wasn't too sure this was best for any of them.

Trey laughed.

"Yep, it's a done deal. I just wanted to let you guys know."

As the conversation went on Rob was riveted on what Trey had to say. This was such an unexpected turn of events.

Brook was having a little more difficulty following the conversation.

She was already dealing with the effects of just a little too much wine.

And she was dealing with Trey's hand that was slowly moving up her left leg in the darkness of the bar.

Despite his good intentions, when Brook had gotten out of that car and her short skirt slipped up to expose her naked pussy he lost all ideas of abstention. He may be leaving in a few hours but he correctly assessed she had dressed for him. She was giving it her one last shot before he left, even though she thought it would go undetected.

Much to Brooks' alarm, Trey had every intention of having his fingers up her pussy one more time. His hand was already far up her leg, fingers teasing her lightly as he advanced.

It wasn't his advances that bothered her so much. It was her response that was the killer.

Brook felt her body move slightly at the touch of his fingers. Trey felt it, too. He smiled to himself. There was no chance of any opportunity tonight, but he was damned well sure there was the desire...on both their parts.

Brook was trying to keep from closing her eyes as it happened. My God, why was she reacting so fast, so easily to his touch?

She knew the answer as well as she knew why there were no panties under her short skirt. She had decided that, for that one last evening, she would allow the fantasy. That she would mentally allow Trey to take her, caress her, make her come in the most anguishing orgasm!

What harm could come from it?

Rob excused himself to go to the restroom. He was only gone a few minutes but during that time Trey ignored Brook's quiet pleas and advanced up her leg, his fingers teasing her pussy unmercifully. Her ass was starting a familiar squirm and she couldn't seem to quell it.

Thank goodness Rob wasn't there to witness her predicament.

Rob stood in the restroom for a minute. He had to make a decision about what to do. Brook was squirming nonstop in the booth. He was almost certain Trey was playing with her leg. He could and should put a stop to it.

He smiled. What the hell! Trey will be gone in a few hours.

That's what she gets for dressing like she did tonight. He wondered if she were even wearing panties.

Trey knew. By the time Rob got back he had already stroked her clit and slipped a finger inside of her. She had pushed back into the booth as far as she could and moaned quietly for him to stop as Rob approached.

He did. There wasn't any use in taking a big chance. He had already found out what he wanted to know. She was still hot for him, open to his advances any time he wanted.

He moved his hand back down to her knee, pulling her leg slightly toward him.

Rob sat down and engaged in their chatter.

"Let's see what happens," he thought.

Slowly he lowered his hand and found her right knee. He didn't move it, waiting instead for her reaction.

It was more mental than physical. Brook froze, unable to move. Her brain was shouting, though.

"Uh,oh...Uh,oh! Too close. Way, way too close." Two legs, two hands, too close together. Surely they would know it.

They did. Both of them could tell what was happening. But the unplanned, unexpected and silent collusion between the two of them affected Brook the most.

For the rest of the time they were there each of them slowly caressed her legs. Brook slowly spread her legs as wide apart as she could, trying her best to keep their hands separated.

Conversation was difficult. All thoughts were on two hard cocks and one super wet pussy.

Brook was to the point of grabbing the edge of the table and holding on, trying her best to mask the reactions her body was forced into.

It didn't work. Both men were gleefully enjoying her situation. Would she come like this?

They would never know. It was time to leave.

Rob and Brook insisted Trey sit in the front seat but he declined.

"I'll be fine back here," he said as he got in right behind Brook.

As soon as they were out of the parking lot Trey moved forward in his seat, placing his body and head inches from Brook while he talked to Rob. She had thought it would be tense but they quickly got into a conversation about the company Trey worked for. Brook quickly became silently engrossed in everything they had to say. It was amazing all that went into the operation of the company and the stories Trey had to tell.

It was about thirty miles into the trip when she first felt his touch. It was innocent enough, just a slight rubbing on her neck. Brook didn't know whether she should pull away a little or not. She didn't want to antagonize him over something really harmless. But illicit underlying thoughts and three glasses of wine clouded her judgment. Good grief his hands were soothing!

Their conversation moved on and so did Trey's hands. From her neck he slid carefully and quite skillfully down her arm. She held her breath a little and let it go. But when his fingers cleverly slipped under her arm and through the armhole to find an aroused nipple Brook twisted slowly away from him. It wasn't a big move but it carried a definite "NO!" with it. She was actually surprised and felt proud of herself when she felt his hands move back up on top of the seat again.

Trey laughed to himself. This was going to be fun.

Her little celebration was short lived. She sensed a small adjustment behind her. Trey had moved to his right just a little, placing him further away from Rob's eyes and slightly to her right. Within seconds, she tensed when she felt the undeniable touch of his fingers on her hip. He had managed to slide his long arm between the side of her seat and the door panel.

Where he was touching her was well hidden from Rob. At first it was slow, soft tantalizing circles. Brook felt she could fake it and ignore him, acting as if she didn't know he was touching her so she said and did nothing.

How childish of her to think it would just go away if she wished it! In no time the little circles were abandoned and his fingers started to creep down. Her short skirt rode very high on her thighs while she was seated so she knew it was going to be an awful short trip from his fingers to where the hem gave way to exposed flesh. When he touched her ever so slightly on her bare leg she almost jumped at the touch, even as she knew it was coming.

She realized it was dark inside the car. Very dark. Brook had not noticed when Rob had slowly turned the dashboard lights down and then off. She wondered why.

Rob wasn't stupid. He was instead super sensitive to the erotic aurora in the car and had picked up right away that Trey was in a playful mode just by where he had selected to sit.

Obviously, Trey wanted to continue the little game they were playing on Brook in the bar and Rob wanted to see how it played out. His promise to himself to stop all of this erotic nonsense vanished.

Once again, a hard cock had won out over a conscious.

Their conversation never slowed and Brook glanced sideways at Rob as she carefully moved her right hand down to take Trey's wrist. While she held on tight to gently force it away, he started those slow circles again, this time on bare flesh. Instead of fighting her, he simply let her push his hand down where it went to her knee.

She knew it was a bad move and that she had just encouraged him because he slowly started an upward exploration of her leg, smoothly caressing both the inside and outside, his bare hand making small circles on her skin.

She heard him laugh gently as his hand went slowly up her leg. The touching became more brazen until he finally put his hand fully on the inside of her thigh just below her skirt. She didn't know what to do, still hoping that the whole thing would just go away.

But it didn't. His hands were was slow and deliberate, making it harder to stay openly passive about it. Her breathing had increased and her heart was pounding. She couldn't believe it! His advances on leg took forever.

Rob glanced over as casually as he could. Even in the dark he could see what was happening. He wanted to see better but even more than that he wanted to unleash his swollen cock from its confines. It was almost painful.

Trey couldn't miss it. Rob was so intense on watching his hands ascend Brook's leg that he was little paying any attention to anything else.

By god, his earlier suspicions were right! Rob was hooked on this stuff. Not only had he watched them through the window without saying anything but he was sure that an hour ago in that bar that Rob knew Trey had his hand up Brooks skirt and had joined him.

It was very limited, but what was going on here was a little ménage a trios!

Rob's obvious interest changed a lot of things. And just exactly what did Trey have to lose? He was leaving for almost two years.

No use losing a lot more of his rapidly dwindling time.

He slipped his hand way up and it went well under her skirt, settling on her stomach. Brook stiffened at the sudden invasion and glanced quickly at Rob.

In order to do all this Trey had moved so far forward in his seat that his face was almost buried in hers on the right side. How could Rob not see that?

She reached down and gently grasped his wrist with both hands. She didn't fight him so much but put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away from her and let him know he was not to do it. He never got rough or pushy, but just continued the presence, slowly lowering his hand to touch her.

Brook had no eye contact with Trey, watching instead to see if Rob was picking up on any of this. Her nerves were jolted!

She could swear Rob was watching them, jerking his head back to look forward after she had looked at him.

Was he aware of all that was going on in that car?

The next five minutes or so seemed like hours, with her trying to ward off Trey's advancing, ever exploring hand. She turned her head to him and shook it but it slowly but it fell on deaf ears and his foraging continued. Her legs were clamped hard together and prevented all but just a little brushing across the very top of her mound. Even that was disturbingly sensitive.

It's funny how, in times of distress, odd things come to your mind. She remembered her Mom's advice years ago.

"The way to avoid becoming pregnant is to take an aspirin. Put it between your knees and hold it there!" That's kind of where she was then, clamping her legs and holding on for dear life.

Brook was to the point of desperation, knowing that she would eventually have to relax her hand, both out of exhaustion and the realization that she was not in a position to fight this too much unless she intended to make a big scene.

Then there became one of those defining moments; one where something out of nowhere happens and you react to it even if it was really insignificant.

Rob laughed out loud.

He was just responding to something that Trey had said, but he laughed out loud. Brook turned and looked fully at him and glared.

"You son of a bitch! He's over here trying to put his fingers in my pussy and you're over there laughing!" The thought burned her mind.

And she angrily reacted to it. Brook intentionally relaxed her body a little and loosened her grip on his wrist. When her legs parted slightly he lost no time and slid his fingers down, gently making contact and sliding his finger slowly up and down her pussy. He teased her for a short while, waiting for her reaction.

Brook's reaction was a very familiar, very subtle rotation of her hips as if she were really settling down in her seat. He picked up on it and used the palm of his hand to press against the inside thigh of my leg. It wasn't lost on her. He wanted her to open up her legs even more.

Brook wasn't ready for that. She glanced over at rob again. She flinched. This time Rob wasn't so quick to look away. She was sure he was watching.

"Brook, open your legs."

The whisper in her ear shattered her thoughts. She couldn't believe it! As subtle as it was surely Rob would still have heard it.

She glanced at Rob again. Not only was he gazing at her crotch but also all at once she realized the car no longer real dark. It was quite easy to see. Rob had slowly turned on the dash lights full blast. He wanted to see everything happening.

And he had definitely heard Trey's demand.

Rob and Trey continued on with their mindless prattle. Both knew by then that it was nothing more than a diversion, something to interrupt the stillness.

"Spread." Trey whispered again.

Again, a glance over at Rob. He looked her straight in the face.

"Son of a bitch," she thought.

It seemed like an eternity but within a minute Brook let her mind wander back over the past couple of weeks. She looked out the window and stared.

What was happening here? She knew what had happening with her, that she had not just lapsed into a regretful coupling with Trey but had done so freely. And now here she was right back in the middle of it, responding to his touch like a teenager.

But what about Rob? She was really counting on his strength if not his support. Looking back, she now realized that there had certainly been a lot of odd circumstances lately. Things that were said, his work schedule, things happening at certain times that were totally unusual. The two of them scheduling Trey's visits without her being involved. How very odd.

And Rob's sexual reaction to her after Trey had gone. She wasn't complaining but he sure seemed to be right on top of her every time she had been near Trey.

Was it coincidence? The darkness of it all began to sink in.

Coincidence? She didn't think so. Especially since the interior brightness of the car turned the glass she was looking out of into a mirror. Rob was looking straight down at her crotch where Trey's hand was buried.

"Brook," Trey whispered. He pressed her inner thighs gently.

Brook lifted herself very slightly and readjusted back into her seat with her legs slightly spread.

Trey and Rob never stopped talking, chatting on as if they were in a world into themselves. By then she knew Rob was watching her closely and that Trey was watching Rob closely.

A thought went through Trey's mind.

"He's watched us together. He's gone along with me and played games tonight. I wonder. I just wonder."

Now was as good a time as any to find out.

Even though Brook had relented and loosened her legs a little, Trey went another direction.

He slowly removed his right hand and sat up so that he was directly behind Brook. Slowly, carefully he slid both hands up either side of her, brushing her upper arms before sliding under them.

The loose top she was wearing was an open invitation to her breasts. And that's where his hands went.

Both of them. Trey had decided to go for it as far as Rob was concerned. He slipped his hands through the big armholes and cupped her breasts simultaneously.

Brook wasn't expecting it and moaned slightly.

It was enough for everybody to hear.

Trey glanced to see Rob's reaction. Brook looked out her mirrored window to see Rob's reaction.

Rob made no attempt to hide his interest. Through the dimly lit night there was no way he could miss the slow manipulation that was occurring under Brook's shirt.

Trey was surprised but it affirmed his suspicion about how Rob was turned on by watching.

Brook was thunderstruck!

She got it! She now understood the situation. It wasn't that Rob didn't care...not in the least.

She knew now that he was totally enjoying it, turned on by her infidelity.

And she had the distinct feeling this wasn't the first time she had entertained him.

She closed her eyes and moaned.

She didn't know exactly why she moaned. She just moaned.

Was it Trey's hands skillfully manipulating her nipples? Or was it the realization that her husband was enjoying watching her with her ex husband?

Trey knew the answer. This dude was totally turned on by Brooks infidelities.

Trey felt secure in what he was doing. He released her right breast and moved his hand down beside the seat. After a few seconds he found what he wanted.

He released the control that adjusted the seat's upright position and slowly lowered Brook's seat. Not all the way back but just enough to improve his advantage.

Rob watched intently at what was happening. He had carelessly reached the point that he wasn't hiding his interest from Brook. He assumed she knew.

He was right.

The three of them were each in their own world. Brook was trying to cope with her revelation that Rob wasn't just aware of her dilemma but was making no effort to discourage it. Trey was determining how far he could take this, well aware that Rob was not just watching but also encouraging.

And Rob watched as in a trance as Trey become bolder, going places none of them would have dreamed forty-five minutes before.

Trey leaned over the lowered seat and took Brooks right ear in his mouth.

"Ah-h-h-h," faintly came out.

Everybody was fine-tuned and "faintly" was like a clash of thunder.

Trey didn't stop. They were down to less than an hour, not days. If ever there was a "right now, right then" situation they were upon it.

Brook looked over again to see if there was any reaction from Rob. For all her apprehension and the sudden understanding of her situation, the tingle was not just there but growing rapidly, both in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. And she certainly couldn't ignore the light brushing of her nipples and the light kisses on her ear.

Brook looked at Rob one last time. With her feelings of panic starting to give way to Trey's masterful touch she was definitely starting to become very aroused. Trey wasn't a stranger. He had been there before.

Right now the stranger was Rob. Neither turned their heads any more to avoid gazes. She couldn't help but notice him rub his crotch. And she could easily see the huge bulge he was rubbing.

All doubts disappeared. All inhibitions left.

Now it was her time to surprise...her time to push the limit.

As Rob and Trey glanced at each other in a mutual astonishment, Brook slowly lifted both feet and put them on the front edge of the seat.

Her crotch was totally open, her dark thatch evident in the muted light.

She waited. Rob watched. Trey moaned.

Trey leaned over her and let his hand slide down between her legs, cupping his entire hand over her exposed pussy. Rob watched him stroke her a few times then ease his fingers inside her.

Brook looked over at Rob and slowly reached across to take his hand.

Trey watched her do it and moved his fingers to her clit. He didn't have the time to tease...he needed to please. He began a rapid, hard rotation on the swollen nerves.

Brook's hips jerked forward to meet them and she squeezed Rob's hand.

"Is this what you want?" she whispered softly.

Rob's hard lurched painfully. He couldn't believe what was happening. He may have fantasized it but he couldn't believe it.

Both men heard her. Both men knew she didn't really want an answer.

Rob squeezed her back and leaned over as far as he could. He couldn't reach her mouth without her help. She responded, leaning into his lips and holding as long as it was safe.

"Now," she whispered to nobody.

"Now," Rob replied softly.

"Now," Trey thought.

Trey knew. Rob knew. She was ready.

Trey wanted to tease her, to stroke her clit for hours and make her boil over time and time again. So did Rob.

But time was not on their side. Rob was already starting to see airport signs.

Trey's fingers went faster, his left and twisting her left nipple playfully.

Rob watched Brook react, the slow gyrations of minutes ago becoming uncontrolled undulations.

It was useless to try concealing her pleasure. She knew that both Rob and Trey wanted the full show. They would get it!

She opened her mouth, began a nonstop barrage of how she wanted to be fucked, but it was quickly turned to nothing but nonstop loud wailing.

Brook was coming. In front of her two men she was coming and coming hard.

She lifted off the seat and swung her ass in the air in large circles, trying to catch Trey's fingers even deeper than they were.

For the men, it seemed like seconds. They wanted so much more.

For Brook, it seemed an hour. She couldn't stop coming and her mouth couldn't stop running.

She had no idea when it happened, but slowly she realized Trey wasn't moving his hand. Instead, she was pumping her hips back and forth on two of his huge fingers, his only action being a slow titillating massage of her clit with his thumb.

Her easily detectable crescendo into another orgasm started just as Rob announced they would soon be approaching the airport plaza. Brook knew what her wanted and she got it.

She came again, this time so violent it even surprised her men. Trey could hardly stay with her as she jerked wildly in her seat. Rob thought she would crush his hand as she was holding it.

And then she collapsed. It was if a switch had been turned off.

Both men held their breath a few minutes. The excitement was over. The eroticism would fade. Now what would they have...who would the new Brook be?

Now that it was over had they destroyed a life? Created a monster?

Brook moaned quietly and looked around as if coming out of a trance.

She threw her head back against the seat and looked out the window, saying nothing.

They were inside the airport and minutes from the terminal.

Finally, she slowly unfastened her seatbelt.

"Can you pull over for just a second?" She was unfastening her seat belt.

Oh, my God. She was going to be sick. They had flat screwed up!

Rob pulled over and stopped. The airport was a ghost town that time of night.

Her door never opened. Instead, she came across the seat and threw herself on Rob, smothering him with a long, long kiss that was too much. She took his swollen cock in her hand and slowly massaged it a couple of times. That's all it took. He came. Right there in his pants.

She laughed lightly.

"You love me?"

Rob was as close to passing out as he had ever in his life.

He took her in his arms.

"Yeah, I love you." He didn't want to let her go.

She glanced back in the back seat at an astonished Trey.

"So, who's the gentleman in the back seat?"

Rob laughed.

Trey spoke.

"Just a husband wannabe" he said wryly.

Brook had just made a huge statement. Although she had spoken softly it had come across loud and clear to both Trey and Rob.

Rob was Brook's husband and that was the way she wanted it.

Rob pulled back onto the empty road. They were approaching Trey's drop off point.

Rob looked in the rear view mirror at Trey. That guy was going to have a long, long trip with that hard on.

Rob looked at Brook. A thought crossed his mind. He wanted to see her reaction.

"Hey, when did you say you changed assignments?"

"Three months."

"Can you take vacation then?"

Trey hesitated and thought.

"Yeah, as long as I pay for everything."

Brook looked at Rob. All at once she knew from where he was coming, or rather where this was going.

"What if you reduced the amount you send us? Would that pay for tickets?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Brook spoke then.

"Come home, Trey," she said softly. "Come home and see your baby."

And right then his baby was right between her legs and they all three knew it.

"Oh, we'll see," Trey said cautiously. He meant it. He'd have to see what happened in three months. This had all gotten out of hand.

They were there. Rob got out and opened the trunk. He knew that Trey had already got out and had opened Brook's door. There was nobody around at all. Not a soul on the sidewalk in front of their car.

Rob remained behind the car with the trunk lid up to block his view of them. He would let them say a quick goodbye before bringing Trey's bag around.

Trey leaned in the car and kissed Brook sweetly.

"Thanks, kid. Thanks for everything."

Brook was more animated.

She put her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth firmly to hers. She wasn't going to let him leave before lighting up his life. She hoped he had a hard for the whole trip.

Then he was gone. Just as he had come four weeks before he was no longer in their lives.

Or was he?

About thirty minutes later Brook released her seat belt. She glanced around. They were back on the interstate driving through the dark countryside and there were no cars near them front or rear.

"Hey," she said. They had both been very quiet.

"Hi," he said softly.

Brook began to slowly peel off her clothes, first the top and then her skirt.

Rob said nothing, just watching her with interest. It didn't give him a hard...he had never lost it even after she had made him come.

Brook moved over to him and slowly released his hard cock, carefully removing it from his pants.

Rob looked at her.

"Think he'll come back?" he wondered.

"You can count of it," Brook replied softly.

Then she slowly lowered her mouth on his swollen head.

THE END