The Call
written by:
dubd

The Call

My wife Tabby - short for Tabitha, but also apt because of the cat-like nature of her movements - and I stepped through the door of our condo after the party at around eleven-thirty. She was saying something about something that I wasn't really paying attention to. I know that makes me sound condescending, but I had something else on my mind as she walked into the kitchen and set her clutch on the counter. I admired the shape of her back and how the emerald green dress she wore made her copper colored hair pop. It was my favorite dress and I reflected on how good she looked in it. Right now, though, I was more interested in how she would look out of it. More on the dress in a while.

You see, I had woken up this fine Saturday morning horny. I rolled over and reached for Tabby but my arm found only mattress. I sat up and listened to the condo, waiting for a sound that would tell me where she was but was greeted only by silence. I did smell coffee brewing though and that told me she had gone for a run. I got up, threw on a bathrobe and headed out to the kitchen for a cup, all the while planning my attack for when she got home. The idea of a sweaty, steamy sex ambush when she walked through the door appealed to my hardening cock.

I was half way through my first cup when she breezed through the door. Her hair was tied back and her face flushed from the run. Sweat had made the front of her tank top damp and I couldn't wait to lick the salty sweetness off of her perfect tits. I got out of my chair to make my play but she held out a hand, "Not now, I need to shower and get going. Busy day."

"No problem," I said, throwing my bathrobe over the back of the couch, "I'll join you."

"No," she admonished, holding up a finger, "if that starts, nothing is going to get done around here. We have a party this afternoon and I don't want to wake up to a pig sty tomorrow morning."

"Pig sty," I said, looking around. "Okay, it could use some tidying but pig sty is a bit strong. Come on, just a quickie."

Her eyes dropped to my cock and I thought she might just drop to her knees and take it into her mouth, but she held fast. "I'll make it up to you tonight, after the party, but right now I'm on a dead run."

"I'm going to hold you to that," I said, returning to my seat and coffee, not bothering with the bathrobe, my dick pointing straight up into the air.

She smiled at the sight and came over to give me a peck. As she did her hand closed around my shaft and gave it a stroke. I thought she had changed her mind, but then she released me, said, "Thanks," and was gone.

Just a fucking tease, I thought. Oh she was going to pay for that tonight.

Not that I gave up, mind you. As the day wore on, I made more advances, getting more and more frustrated at each rebuff. Finally, the day was gone and it was time to get ready for the party. We showered - separately, dammit - and I started to get dressed, commando as revenge for the blue balls I'd been suffering all day. I pulled my pants on in front of her so Tabby would know and she reached into her closet, with a smug grin, and pulled out the dress. She was wearing only a thong the same color as the dress - she hated panty lines - and matching stilettos. Still not to the dress yet.

"How ‘bout we skip the party and have one of our own," I suggested.

"Can't," she said, walking into the bathroom with the dress draped over a shoulder. "I talked to M. G. while I was running errands earlier. She needs to talk to me."

M. G. was short for Martina Gomez. Her married name doesn't matter as you'll see, and she'd been M.G. for so long that even after she married, we all used the moniker anyway. Tabby had met her in college and had been fast friends ever since. When we bought our condo there had been another available in the same complex and she and her husband had bought just two floors below us. Given the proximity I suggested, "Go visit tomorrow. We'll never be missed."

"It sounded important," she called. She came out in the dress - possibly the sexiest piece of material ever to grace a female body - and my body had an involuntary response. She bumped my bulge with her knuckles and said coyly, "Down boy. You'll get yours later. Let's go now."

* * *

The party was interminable. Making small talk has never really been my forte. I didn't care about the fight this guy's kid had at school or the first time that guy broke eighty at his favorite course or what some guy thought what the hell the problem with "Da Bears" was, I just wanted to hang around long enough to look good when I took my wife home to get her naked and bury my cock in her cunt.

To let her know that I hadn't forgotten her promise, I engaged in what some might call sophomoric behavior when I was sure no one else was looking: holding a beer bottle against the front of my slacks like an erect cock - I even stroked it a couple of times - joining a conversation by pressing up behind her, pelvis first. When she was coming out of the bathroom one time and I was going in, I grabbed the front of my pants, outlining my cock. She mostly returned my actions with an imperceptible shake of her head and a roll of her eyes, closely followed by the tiniest of smiles so I knew she was enjoying it on some level.

About an hour in, I saw Tabby disappearing with M.G., presumably to have "the chat". I welcomed it, thinking that as soon as they were done, I could take my wife home and do my best to make her walk bowlegged the next day. I grabbed another beer and took up position on a wall and people watched. After a few moments I noticed something odd; women were grouped with women and men with men. With one exception: M.G.'s husband Dick was deep in conversation with a woman I knew only casually, Angela Something. Looking around, I didn't see her husband Tom Whatsisname. She was attractive - busty and blond in a low cut dress with a slit up one leg - and standing dangerously close to Dick, given M.G.'s Latin heritage. She was saying something and Dick's head was bobbing up and down. Dick was an asshole - okay, I know you haven't met the man, but trust me - and I started watching for M.G. to show up. I've always liked a good fireworks show. Unfortunately, Angela ran a finger down his chest and they split up. Hmm.

About thirty minutes later, M.G. and Tabby came back into the room. Neither looked real happy but Tabby, of course, was smoking hot in her green dress. Still, the expressions on their faces sort of destroyed the image. I wondered what the chat was about. Tabby caught my eye and they came my way.

"Hi Gordy," M.G. said. "Have you seen Dick?"

"About half an hour ago," I said, scanning the room for him. No luck. Hmm, no Angela either. "I think he was heading for the bar but I don't see him."

"Was he alone?"

"M.G. . . ." Tabby started in a tolerant voice.

Except, I didn't pick up on the tone in her voice. If I had, things might have turned out differently. In retrospect, I'm glad I missed it: "Well, he was talking to Angela Icantrememberhername, but then he headed toward the bar like I said."

M.G. put a hand on her hip, raised an eyebrow and shot Tabby "the look". She spun on her heel and walked off, shaking her head.

I looked at Tabby who held up a hand and said, "Later."

"Okay," I said, "let's make the rounds and get out of here."

The "rounds" took another hour and a half. We migrated from group to group as a couple, I taking perverse satisfaction in the looks many of the husbands gave my wife and the sudden cold front emanating from their wives. Hey, every guy enjoys having their wives desired by other men, as long as that's as far as it goes. It's a common effect of the dress - I'll get to the dress soon. By the time we were ready to leave and had said goodbye to the hosts, M.G. and her husband were completely out of my mind, replaced by an urgent need to bone my wife.

* * *

Which brings us back to the present and the dress. Perhaps I've given the wrong impression of the dress. The way I've talked about it, I could understand how someone could imagine it to be some tight fitting sheath with a barely there skirt. Or maybe a body sock with ports showing skin in strategic places to suggest the absence of underwear. Or possibly some lacey thing loosely based on a French maid outfit. None of those would even be in the ballpark. It was actually quite demur, relatively speaking. While the top of the skirt did caress her ass flatteringly and accentuated the modest flair of her hips, the skirt ended innocently at the top of the knee. Really, the neckline would be the only aspect that could be described as salacious in any way, plunging to a point about an inch below the spot that would reveal a bra so, for support, two demi cups were sewn into the top. Cold temperatures or excitement would reveal erect nipples through the material. Speaking of that, the material was something satiny or silky. I'm not sure if it was even a natural material, but it had that kind of shine to it.

She was digging in her clutch for something as I lowered my fly, pulled out my semi-hard cock and walked up behind her, using my left hand to move her hair away from her neck as my right went to her hip. I bent down and gently placed my lips at the junction of her shoulder and neck. She gave an exasperated sigh even as she tilted her head to the side to give me better access, "Have you even heard a word I've said?"

"Mm hmm," Every word. Just don't ask me to repeat it. My lips were warming her neck while my hand slid around to the part of the dress that made the sexiest garment ever to grace the female form. The style of the dress could be described as a wrap, I guess. She slipped it on like a robe, the right side laying over her belly and the left laying over that. Extending from that side, material narrowed into a belt that went around her trim waist and ended in a copper colored buckle with a hook that caught one of the holes in a small leather patch at the beginning of the belt. The beauty of the design being that if you lift the buckle as my hand was doing now, the whole thing unravels and with a shrug of the shoulders, the dress becomes a pile at the feet of a beautifully naked woman. Just writing about it makes my cock hard.

In Tabby's case, she just stood there moaning lightly as I had a view down between her unrevealed tits to a patch of thong matching the color and texture of the dress. My left hand slipped under the right panel of the dress and lightly pinched a nipple while my right slid down her belly to the waist band of the thong. Before my fingers could slide beneath it though, she pulled her hand out of the clutch and held up her phone, "M.G. and Dick are having problems. She thinks he may be cheating on her. I told her she could call if she wanted to talk."

SHIT!!! Shit! Shit! "You knew what was going to happen when we got home," I said, placing her free hand on my firming cock. "You bought a marker earlier today, it's come due. You can talk to anyone you want as long as that's pounding your pussy."

She released me long enough to shrug her shoulders. The dress became a pile at the feet of a beautifully naked woman. Taking hold of me again, she led me through the condo to our bedroom. "Has Dick given you any clue that he's getting some on the side?"

I snorted, "I don't talk to Dick. I don't even like the asshole. The only time I talk to him at all is when we go out with M.G. Mmmm." She was stroking my cock as we neared the bed.

"You guys work out together," she said. I played with her tits while she undressed me.

"We belong to the same gym," I said. I stretched out on the bed with my shoulders against the headboard, cushioned with a pillow. "I don't see him all that often."

Tabby knelt beside me on the bed and positioned her face over my cockhead. "Interesting. M.G. says he works out three or four times a week." Her lips closed around my helmet and slid down the shaft and back up. Between strokes she said, "I wonder who with."

I love the feel of her mouth on my dick and ignored the query. I reached over and worked her thong off her ass and down to her knees. One of my fingers diddled her clit before slipping between the folds. I'm not saying that sex with Tabby is predictable, but there are things that definitely push her buttons and rev her motor. Stimulation of her pussy, by finger, tongue or cock, is a big one. Her head began bobbing up and down with abandon. Then she'd just grab the shaft and wildly use her lips to polish my knob. It felt fantastic! But not as fantastic as when my cock slipped into her throat. Which it hadn't as yet and I wanted it to. I lifted one of her legs, worked the thong the rest of the way off, and pulled her over on top of me. I used my hands to spread her ass cheeks, feasting on the view of her stimulated pussy. It was moist, but not yet sopping and musky, which was what I wanted to plunge my cock into. I knew if I timed it right - for instance, as my cock slid into her mouth on the down stroke - not only would her cunt flood with juice, but my cock would bury itself in the back of her throat. It had happened before. I stuck out my tongue, stiffening it like a small prick, and leaned forward to dive into heaven.

Then the fucking phone rang.

Seriously?! FUCK! "Don't answer it."

It was on the bed beside us. Tabby picked it up, shot me an apologetic look over her shoulder and answered the call. "Hi M.G. Hey, can we talk in the - he what?!" She listened then looked back at me over her shoulder and mouthed, "He left."

I pointed at my cock and mouthed back, "Don't stop."

Into the phone she said, "When? Why? Who?"

I essentially getting only one side of the conversation, of course, but I could hear the sound of M.G. saying something on her end. While she talked, Tabby returned to sucking my cock. She held up her end of the call with the occasional "Mmm hmm," or "Hmmm?" or "Hmm mmm". I returned to playing with her cunt, slipping a finger in and out of her hole, and was just getting ready to replace that finger with my tongue when she interrupted me.

"He left M.G. for Angela," she said over her shoulder. "She confronted him at the party and he told her. Said they'd been lovers for over a year. Did you know he was doing her?"

Damn, that required an answer. "Why would I know? I told you that I don't talk to the guy. Dick is a prick. Speaking of which. . . ." But remembering what I saw at the party, I wasn't surprised.

Ignoring me, she said to the phone, "Men are useless." Really? My tongue stabbed her fuck hole. She gasped, "Okay, not totally useless." She started back in on my cock.

M.G. said something, forcing Tabby to pause again goddammit. "I'm paying off an I.O.U. To Gordy, of course." More sound from the phone, "Well, I'm sucking his cock."

I was actually able to hear M.G. say, "You are not!" but not what she said after that.

"Right now, mmm, he's tongue fucking me."

More sound from the phone. Tabby held the phone out to me, "She wants to talk to you."

"Yeah," I said. Tabby, thank God, started sucking my cock again.

"Are you guys really having sex," M.G. asked.

"Yeah, trying to," I said.

"I am so sorry," M.G. said. I could hear the pain in her voice. "Dick and I - it's, it's been a year."

"That's not right," I said.

"Tabby's sucking your cock and you're tongue fucking her?"

"Yes - she is," I said, the little hitch in my response coming when my cock slid down Tabby's throat. "And I was until you had to talk to me." When would this call end?!

"That's not right," She said. And she had caught my hitch, "She just deep throated you, didn't she?"

"Mmm hmm," was all I could muster.

"I never have been able to do that," she said. "I gag too easily."

My mind was elsewhere and I wasn't thinking when I said, "Come on over, maybe Tabby will show you how." I felt sharpness at the base of my cock, "Hey hey, no teeth!

A husky laugh came over the phone, "That'll learn ya. Go back to tonguing her clit and give the phone back to Tabby. Better yet, put me on speaker."

I handed the phone back to Tabby, "She says to put it on speaker."

Tabby did and M.G. said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you guys. We can talk tomorrow Tabs, but do you mind if I listen?"

That stopped Tabby in mid stroke, "You want to listen? To Gordy and me having sex?"

"Is that weird," M.G. said. Well yeah, I thought but I held my tongue. What the hell, my tongue was busy anyway. M.G. went on, "I mean, like I told you earlier, it's been a while and, well, I could use some - oh, never mind, I'm sorry."

"No, no," Tabby said, looking back at me for approval, "that's okay. Just surprising is all. I mean I don't mind if - if Gordy doesn't."

I shrugged my shoulders and kept at her pussy.

"I guess that's a, oh God, a yes," Tabby said. "So Gordy has got me right to the edge so I guess the first thing you get to hear is the sound of me cumming."

"Take his cock back in your mouth," M.G. told her. "Let me hear you moan with his cock in your mouth."

Well hell, if I knew that all it took to make Tabby cum was to tell her to, I'd have been doing it for years. Her thighs gripped my head as her ass clinched and her juices flowed. The vibrations from her throat on my cock sent tingles throughout my body.

"Now while you cum," M.G. said, "spin around and slide your cunt down on his cock."

It took Tabby a moment to register what her instructions were but she squatted over my pole. It took her a second to line me up because her body was still twitching through her orgasm but she managed. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide, then squeezed tight as she slid down my length, "Oh God, I'm cumming again!"

I laid still while she fucked me with her cumming cunt. She fell onto me exhausted, her tits mashing into my chest. I grabbed her ass cheeks, lifting and spreading them so I could pump my cock into her shaking body. She lay there and accepted it with a look of pure bliss on her face and little moans of pleasure coming from her mouth.

"Is she still cumming," M.G. asked over the phone.

"Oh yeah," I grunted, "and I'm getting close."

"Not yet," M.G. admonished. "Roll her over and eat her pussy again."

I'd wanted to cum all day, but what the hell; Tabby seemed to enjoy getting direction so I decided to go with it. I rolled her over and positioned myself between her splayed thighs.

"Hey Tabby, can you hear me?"

"Mmm hmm," was my wife's response.

"What's he doing now?"

"Oh shit," she stammered as her body started to shake again, "H - his tongue is - is flicking my - my clit. Now he's tongue fucking me againnnnnnn!" Suddenly my wife's very responsive body was shaking again and she moaned, "I need to fuuuck. Please let him fuck meeee...."

Let him fuck me? How could she stop me?

"How's your need to cum Gordy?" M.G. said. "Can you fuck her without cumming right away?"

Oh, I see. Now that she mentioned it, my need was greatly reduced. Okay, I could take direction too. "I'm good," I said as I lined up for the plunge.

"Alright," M.G. said, "give it all to her and give it hard."

Just as I bottomed out and my balls slapped my wife's ass, the phone beeped twice.

"Shit," Tabby moaned through her pleasure. She picked up the phone and looked at it, "Battery's dead babe. This is going to end."

"What," M.G. cried, "plug in! I want to hear the end of this!"

I was slowly fucking Tabby as they were having this exchange.

"I don't know what to tell you hon," Tabby said, "I don't want to stop this to plug in and the phone's going to die."

"Hey, go find Tom," I suggested. "I'm sure he'd welcome a pity fuck about now."

"Ewwww," they said in unison. Then M.G. said over the phone, "Have you seen his teeth? There's a reason Angela cheated on him. I just wish it wasn't with my husband, the bastard."

"If it wasn't with her, it would have been with someone else," Tabby said. I had to agree and, knowing him, was pretty sure that Angela wasn't his first.

There was a couple of strokes of silence and I thought the phone had in fact died until M.G.'s voice said, "Can I come over there?"

I froze inside my wife's pussy, our eyes meeting in shock.

"You want to come over and - watch?" Tabby said carefully.

"Come on," M.G. whined - I'd never heard M.G. whine before and I felt bad for her - "I'll just sit and watch. And maybe play with myself. Please, I'm so close."

Evidently, Tabby had never heard M.G. whine either and I could see the gears turning in her mind. She looked at me while I continued to slowly fuck her and her eyebrows went up. An unspoken question: What do you think? Not the reaction I was expecting but, again, I decided to go with it, wondering where it would end. I shrugged my agreement.

Tabby reached for the phone, her finger poised over the END button and said, "Use your key," and she ended the call.

"She has a key," I asked in surprise.

"So she could feed the cat when we went away," she said. "When we had a cat. I just never got it back from her."

As I said, M.G. lived just two floors below us in our building so it was just a couple of minutes later that I heard, "That is smoking hot!"

She stood in the door to our bedroom, still wearing the outfit she had on at the party. Looking at her, as I continued to pump Tabby, I had to conclude that Dick was an idiot. She had shoulder length straight black hair. By black, I mean put on a blindfold and park yourself at the bottom of a coal mine black. You could get lost in just her hair. Until you saw her face. And her body. The product of two models - I've seen their pictures - a Mexican father and a Norwegian mother, she got the best attributes of both; her father's hair and skin tone and her mother's long waist and dimensions. And her mother's ice-blue eyes, full lips and Nordic nose, the best of both worlds. Her nickname invoked the image of a British sports car but a more accurate image would be a Ferrari.

And Dick had traded her in on a - what? Angela was an attractive woman to be sure, but against a Ferrari? She was a Mustang at best. Unless she could lick his balls while he fucked her, it just didn't make sense. There's an old saying that for every gorgeous woman there's a man who's tired of fucking her, but man! Look up IDIOT in the dictionary and there will be Dick's picture. A Mustang is a fine car, don't get me wrong, but against a Ferrari? Seriously.

She came over to the bed and sat next to Tabby's head, her left leg bent at the knee and her right hooked over the left ankle, watching us. I didn't know what to do really. I mean I'd fantasized being naked with M.G. before - who wouldn't - but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. And even though her blouse was unbuttoned down to her waist, making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra and giving me just the barest view of naked tit, she was clearly over dressed compared to Tabby and myself. Impulsively, I reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt with the tip of my finger. "Commando?"

She shrugged and looked away as if ashamed and said quietly, "I was having fun. They got in the way."

Tabby slapped my hand, "She's here to watch. Don't touch."

Interesting. M.G. clearly thought that there may be the possibility of a more active role because she leaned back against the headboard with a small pout. I continued to slowly fuck Tabby while my mind went to work on how I might manipulate the situation. I mean, I love my wife, sure, but what the hell, this situation was two articles of clothing away from a dream night. So I couldn't touch, yet anyway, but how about, "Okay, no touching. But you're naked and I'm naked." I pointed at M.G., "She's overdressed. I say she loses the blouse anyway."

Tabby considered this. She and M.G. looked at each other and she said, "It's only fair."

M.G.'s head bobbed in assent and she fixed me with those amazing eyes while her hands undid the final two buttons on her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My eyes naturally fell to her tits. They were perfect; absolutely round, with half dollar sized nipples, which were darker than Tabby's, of course, because of her skin tone; with erect nubs and the barest tan line on her darker skin. My cock got harder and I realized that if I didn't do something I'd shoot my wad right then and there. I took my only choice and pulled out of Tabby's cunt.

"Oh my god," M.G. said, her eyes dropping to my pole. "That is beautiful."

She looked down to my wife, "It's been so long," she lifted a hand, "Can I -- ?"

The look on Tabby's face said that this was clearly not going the way she thought it would, "What? You had to have seen Dick naked."

"Well yeah," M.G. said, her eyes getting misty, "getting out of the shower or getting dressed. But not like that. Not for me. Not for a year." Her eyes locked on my cock again, the mistiness replaced by hunger, "I want to taste one again."

"It's just going to taste like me," Tabby said dismissively. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea."

"Please," M.G. said. Then she leaned down and whispered in Tabby's ear. I couldn't quite make it out but it may have been something like, "It wouldn't be the first time." She sat back up and said, "Show me how to bury his cock in my throat."

I stayed studiously quiet while they negotiated. My mind, of course, was racing, Oh fuck yes! Teach her to suck my cock! Have her clean your juice off my pole! Push her face down on me until she buries her nose in my balls! Regarding what I thought I heard; as I mentioned, they had met in college and I had always wondered if they may have been S.L.U.G.s. I'm not sure how current that is, but for those of you who aren't sure, it means Slightly Lesbian Until Graduation. Essentially, if they happened to be between boyfriends and one had a need, the other would take care of it. After a couples night out with M.G. and the Dick, it had fuelled more than one of my fantasies. What can I say?

Tabby wasn't pleased with the idea but, for some reason, sat up and told me to, "Lie down."

I did as I was told. Tabby grabbed my dick and gave it a hard squeeze, her face inches from mine, "You do NOT enjoy this!"

Are you fucking crazy?! I'm going to fucking love this! "Enjoy what? I've always hated class."

She held my eyes, just to make her point I guess, and then looked at M.G., releasing my cock, "Okay, let's see what you've got."

My cock twitched when I felt a hand not my wife's wrap around the base of my shaft for the first time. I knew what was coming next and thought I might explode the moment I first felt her lips slide over the head. I got through the moment by falling back on old standbys; baseball stats, NCAA brackets and the like. But it was close.

"Further," my wife said, breaking my reverie.

"God, that tastes good," M.G. said. She might have been talking about a dessert she hadn't had for years, but given what she was doing, it had to be the taste of Tabby's pussy, confirming my suspicions about their college years.

Tabby shot me a glance, to see if I caught the implication, I guess. I put on my best poker face.

"Take more."

"Can't," M.G. said. "Can't get it past the back of my mouth."

"Yes you can," Tabby said, kneeling beside me on my left, "let me show you."

Starting at the base of my prick, she used her lips to slide up its length then they shrouded the head and back down the shaft. At the back of her mouth, it slipped down her throat. I groaned at the feel as she came back up.

"When you get to the back," Tabby said, "do your best to relax your throat and swallow. I'll do it again. Get on your knees and watch carefully what my throat does."

M.G. copied her position, intent on what Tabby was doing while I was intent on the fact that her skirt rode up and I had exposed pussy on both sides of my body. So close and yet so far. Just not fair.

It was M.G.'s turn again. I felt the entrance to her throat, but then she gagged and had to pull back.

"Better," Tabby said, "try again."

M.G. slid my rod into her mouth again. I could tell she was doing her best to relax her throat but couldn't quite get past her gag reflex. I looked at her pussy and thought, Maybe a bit of - prodding. On her next attempt, at the critical moment, I slipped my middle finger into her pussy. She was very wet. And it worked. She gasped at the intrusion and she swallowed. I felt her chin nestle in my pubes.

"There you go," Tabby said, clearly pleased. "Keep going."

M.G. began to bob her head easily while I continued to finger fuck her. I used my thumb to play with her clit at the same time.

Pleased with herself, Tabby straddled my legs and watched her friend deep throat her husband's cock for a while. Until M.G. moaned, of course. Then she looked at me and her smile disappeared, "What are you doing?!"

I pulled my finger out of M.G.'s cunt. "Just trying to help. She seemed to need some - encouragement," I said lamely.

She shook her finger at me, "You're bad." Having found a new skill, M.G. was going to town on my cock. I took the opportunity to suck M.G.'s nectar off my finger when Tabby looked down to watch some more. Then she tapped M.G.'s forehead and said, "Okay, lesson learned. I need to ride that thing some more and remind somebody who really owns it."

M.G. reluctantly released me and returned to her position against the headboard, casually leaning against my shoulder as Tabby slid up my legs and slipped my cock back into her cunt. "Thanks for that," she said as Tabby's nether lips devoured me.

"Anything I can do to help," I said, watching my wife repeatedly impale herself on me.

"You had me close," Tabby said sadly. "I haven't been that close in forever."

"By all means," I said distracted, "do what you need to do. It's why you're here, right?"

Her hand started to go between her legs but stopped, "Not the same."

I wasn't sure if Tabby was listening to this, she was leaning back, her hands on my thighs and her eyes closed, until she said, "Oh for God's sake, will you just eat her pussy?"

You don't have to tell me twice. A quick adjustment of position - me sliding down the bed to make room for M.G.'s legs - and suddenly I had my wife's cunt on my cock and M.G.'s hovering over my face. As I gripped M.G.'s hips and pulled her pussy down to my tongue I heard my wife admonish, "This is a one off. Don't get used to it."

"I know," M.G. breathed as my tongue probed her honey pot, "and thank you."

I figured if I was eating M.G.'s cunt, it was okay to grope her tits. I ran my hands up her stomach and ribs, expecting to cup her spectacular orb and tweak her nipples. Imagine my surprise when I found my wife's hand on the right breast and her lips clamped around the nipple on the left. And I thought M.G. was moaning because of what I was doing.

Tabby pulled back and we all froze for a beat. "Damn," she said, "busted." Then she slapped my side, "I told you no touching."

"Well, what the hell," I said around M.G.'s ass, "I can eat her pussy but I can't play with her tits?"

"It isn't actually reasonable," M.G. said. Over her shoulder to me she said, "Please do that some more. I'm right there."

"Hmpf," Tabby huffed, "fine." My tongue returned to plumbing M.G.'s depths and I felt my wife's fingers move between my chin and M.G.'s clit.

True to her word, and probably thanks to my wife's extra stimulation, M.G.'s hips began grinding on my face and her moans and squeaks grew louder and more rapid. I held still as I let her use her motions to put my tongue where it needed to be for her greatest pleasure. Her ass cheeks jiggled delightfully as her whole body shuddered and she fell forward, throwing her arms around Tabby for support. I made sure to lap up every drop that seeped out of her. Sweet and musky at the same time in a different way than Tabby.

She tried to hide the tears in her eyes when she climbed off of my face and collapsed against the headboard.

"What's wrong," Tabby asked.

M.G. just looked down and shook her head. Then her mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss. When we broke, she grabbed Tabby's head and gave her one as well. Tabby's hand went to the back of her head for a moment and when they separated, M.G. said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you both!"

My cock had popped out of Tabby during that kiss and stood at attention against her belly. M.G. was staring at it and it was clear that the gears in her mind were whirring. "What?" Tabby said.

"Um," M.G. said slowly, "nothing. I was just looking at that image," she pointed at my cock, "and I just thought that I'd like to repay Dick a little ---"

"The Prick," I said.

"What?"

"Dick the Prick," I said. "That's how you refer to him from now on."

"Repay Dick the Prick," she said with a small smile, "a little of the pain he's given me."

Unsure, Tabby said, "What do you have in mind?"

I hadn't seen her put it down - didn't even know that she'd brought it with her - but she picked up her phone off the nightstand, "I want to send him a picture."

Tabby considered this and then gave a decisive nod, "No faces but snap away."

"It can't be you," I said carefully.

"Why not?"

"Well," I said, again choosing my words carefully, "there's the skin tone. She's darker and you're, well, not. Plus, she's got black hair down there and, what little you have, is definitely red."

"And there's my tattoo," M.G. added. "He'd know it wasn't me."

I'd always been curious about that tat. It was positioned so that if M.G. was wearing a bikini, you could only see the top half. It was on the front of her right hip and depicted the lizard everyone knows from hawking car insurance with his eyes bugged out and drool dripping off his tongue as he stared at something only he could see hidden below the waist band of the bottoms. Not something you could duplicate with a sharpie. I'd always wondered what the bottom of him looked like.

"No faces, like you said," M.G. said, "but he has to see the tattoo."

"Would that work?" Tabby said. "Would that really drive him nuts?"

"I would caption it, ‘Oh look, someone who's excited to see me.'"

Tabby looked at me, "What do you think?"

I thought about it. I actually gave it careful thought. How would I feel having Tabby's cunt that close to another man's erect cock? "Dick the Prick is a controlling fuck. It could work."

"Alright," Tabby said, holding out her hand for the phone, "assume the position."

She did and I got more excited realizing that my cock was mere inches away from a foreign twat. She pulled up her skirt enough that you could she was naked beneath it and held me against her belly. Tabby held the camera out but didn't snap the picture, "The skirt is in the way. If you want him to see the tat, you'll have to lose it."

A flurry of motion and moments later M.G. was completely naked, back astride my thighs and ready for the picture. And my curiosity about the tat was satisfied. The lizard's tail curled between his legs and pointed down toward her pussy. But instead of coming to a point like a normal lizard's tail, it was drawn as a richly veined, massive penis complete with balls.

Tabby snapped the photo and put the phone down, expecting, I suppose, for M.G. to climb off but she didn't move. Instead she rotated her hips so that the lips of her pussy spread out around my shaft -- Oh, God! -- and said, "Take another one."

"That's better," Tabby agreed and snapped the picture.

Still, M.G. didn't move. Suddenly, she and I were involved in a non-verbal conversation. She looked at my cock, then at me, then back at my cock, then back at me with raised eyebrows, an unspoken question. Oh, fuck yes! My own eyebrows rose and my head tilted slightly toward Tabby; it's up to her.

Tabby had caught our silent interchange though and said, "What's going on?"

"Um," M.G. began, "I was wondering if I could - I mean, would you be okay if I, um, put him inside me?"

"WHAT?!" Tabby exclaimed.

"Well, the idea is to give Dick the Prick some of the pain I feel," M.G. said in a rush, "and I don't know if that picture would be enough."

Tabby sat there with her mouth open and her head shaking so that, if you didn't know better, you'd swear she had Parkinson's. "Well, it's going to have to be," She said. Then she looked at me, "I know I shouldn't ask, but what do you think? Won't he recognize you? You've been naked at the gym."

Yet another potential minefield. I know she expected me to agree with her automatically, but Dick the Prick really needed to pay for what he'd done to M.G. Plus, at this point, I really wanted to feel M.G.'s cunt around my cock. To get this close and not feel that would be like throwing a pass for an interception at the end of the SuperBowl. Again, choosing my words carefully, I said, "She may be right. Her pussy behind a cock like that is one thing, but seeing that cock actually inside her cunt is something else altogether. He'd go nuts trying to figure out who it is or if he even knew him. Like I said, he's a controlling fuck. Every guy in their circle of friends would be a suspect." Then I added, "If he makes a wild accusation of the wrong guys, he could end up with some broken body parts. Especially if he did it in front of their wives. Richie comes to mind. And no, he won't recognize me! What do you think this is, ancient Greece? We don't walk around the locker room with boners for chrissakes."

"It's true," M.G. said with a satisfied smile, "Richie might break him in half."

I think it was that smile that made the difference. Tabby grabbed my cock and said, "Fine! If his cock is going in there, I'm gonna be the one to put it there!" But she looked at me with narrowed eyes, "You had better HATE this!"

Have you lost your MIND?! My cock in her cunt?! And you putting it in there? It's a wet dream come fucking true! "Every second I'm in there will be a living hell."

I'm not sure she bought it. She held my eyes for another beat and then looked back at M.G., "Just the tip."

M.G. positioned herself over me and Tabby lined me up with her entrance. As instructed, she slid onto me so that only the head disappeared. "This one will say, ‘And he knows what to do with me.'," she said.

"Okay, hold it," Tabby said, grabbing the phone. Click, "Now go down halfway."

She did and moaned, "Oh, God, that's so - so -"

"Tight," I groaned. Bastard hadn't fucked her for so long that she might as well as been back in high school.

Click. "Okay," Tabby said, "that's enough. Off now."

But M.G. settled onto me, taking every inch of me into her hungry cunt. I confess that my eyes rolled back into my head as her silken walls enveloped me.

Tabby slapped my forehead, "Stop it!" To M.G. she said, "Come on now, that's mine."

M.G. rose, but fell back again with a satisfied groan, "Please Tabby, I haven't felt this for so long and I'm sooo -- so very horny." She started to rise and fall slowly; God, it was such sweet torture, "Can I - just a little? Please? I'm really close again."

"No, you can't fuck my husband," she declared. Then she turned on me, "And you! You're supposed to hate this!"

Busted. I decided to go with it, "Oh come on! How much do you think I can take? I haven't been in another woman's pussy since before I met you and, I love you to death babe, but I can't not enjoy this." And then I turned the tables, "Besides, I told you not to answer the phone."

"So this is my fault?!"

"Yes it is," I stated simply. "So why don't you give up the pretense, climb on my face and let's give M.G. what she needs. A fucking she'll never forget."

She looked at both of us and realized, I think, that there was no turning back from where this was going. She shook her head with a smile, swung a leg over my head and said, "Okay, give it to her but save some for me." She looked down at me before she settled her pussy onto my waiting tongue for one final admonishment, "When you cum, you don't cum in anybody but me. She's not having your baby."

M.G. said, "You got that right," and I commenced expressing my undying love and gratitude for this opportunity to my wife with lavish attention to her pussy while M.G. began to freely ride my cock, sliding up and down easily as her cunt relaxed, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone each time she bottomed out. Regarding Tabby's order not to cum inside of her friend, my excitement level had definitely risen, but during our impromptu photo session, the urgency had diminished and I felt like I could go all night. Fine with me. My hands slid up my wife's body in search of her tits but found her chest smashed up against M.G.'s. They must be orally involved. Only mildly disappointed, I let my hands continue down M.G.'s body until I found her ass cheeks. Now that the prohibition against touching her was removed, I grabbed them and spread them wide so that I could add my own grinding thrusts to her rhythm.

M.G.'s moans became more insistent like she was riding a building wave. Tabby's mirrored hers like two surfers fighting for that same wave. Then M.G's body was shaking and she whimpered, "Oh, oh, oh God! I'm gonna - oh shit! I'm - help meeee . . . ." Her cunt clamped down on me and I felt her weight sag against Tabby.

But they had caught that wave together, Tabby's flooding pussy dancing on my mouth. All she could manage was a weak, "Can't," as she tried to support her melting friend.

"Oh FUCK," M.G. cried as another wave crashed over her. "More -- ?"

I kept pumping and licking my way through their climaxes and when Tabby finally said, "I need his cock," an idea struck me.

The idea was helped along when M.G. climbed off of me and slumped against the headboard exhausted. She sat there dazed from the first orgasm she'd had on a cock in over a year with her legs spread and a hand gently massaging her swollen clit. Tabby started to slide down my body to mount me in a reverse cowgirl position, but I pushed her off and got her on her knees between M.G.'s legs. I got behind her, lining myself up. Then I gave her a gentle push between the shoulder blades, forcing her face closer to M.G.'s freshly fucked cunt.

She looked at me over her shoulder and, with a tentative laugh, said, "And what do you expect me to do here?"

"Whatever you like," I said and plunged in. Maybe with a little more force than necessary. Tabby had to catch herself from doing a face plant into M.G.'s dripping snatch by putting both hands on her thighs. "She's just had her best orgasm in a year, or more. Maybe you can keep it going for her." The two women looked at each other while I pounded Tabby's cunt, uncertain concern on M.G.'s face, which, of course, was the only one I could see at the moment. Some of my fondest fantasies involved this exact position and I didn't want to miss the chance at making it a reality so I pressed the point, "Come on, some of the things you've done tonight suggest that you guys are no strangers this way. Are you saying that you never helped each other out in college?"

"No," Tabby sighed as I continued to pound her, "just not in front of a man."

M.G. gave a small nod and her hand moved up to grip the pillow behind her head, opening herself completely to whatever Tabby chose to do. I tilted my head to the side to watch and was able to see my wife's tongue take a cautious trip from the bottom of her friend's slit up to the top where it flicked a couple of times on M.G.'s sensitive clit. M.G.'s eyes closed and her head fell back, her chest expanding with a satisfied sigh.

Tabby's pussy gently gripped my shaft and flooded with nectar as she dropped the pretense of not wanting to be exactly where she was and doing what she was doing. She started moaning in time with my thrusts, joined by M.G. as the nerves in her clit transmitted those moans through her still twitching body straight to her brain. I could tell that Tabby would, every now and then, spend some time on M.G.'s clit, sucking on it like a tiny dick, the pleasure making her squeeze her eyes tighter. I wanted to see those eyes though. I knew they were both close, having both cum just minutes before, and thought I might be able to provide just enough incentive. My timing would have to be perfect though. I waited until Tabby's lips were locking around M.G.'s clit again and my waiting hand came down on Tabby's left ass cheek; SLAP!

Both women squealed together, M.G.'s eyes flying open with surprise, rewarding me with a flash of blue fire. Then her body tried to fold in on itself as the orgasm took hold of her. The sounds she made could have been moans. They could have been sobs of joy too, begging for mercy. For Tabby's part, her nails dug into M.G.'s upper thighs as her back arched and her cunt became a mouth, sucking on my cock as I continued to pound her.

For me, the need to cum was definitely there in the background, being held at bay, temporarily I knew, by my desire to nothing more than to fuck these two amazing women until we all lost consciousness.

Tabby pulled off of me and collapsed next to her friend, he mouth glistening from M.G.'s juices. She looked at her darker bedmate and sighed, "Oh god, I've missed that."

"Me too," M.G. said with a little kiss.

But I wasn't done yet. I grabbed M.G. by the hips and pulled her down to me, rolling her on her side. I positioned myself behind her and lifted her top leg, getting ready to slip inside her again.

"Hold on," Tabby said, "Let me get the phone. We'll send Dick the Prick a little video." She found it and knelt so that she could get an extreme close up of me entering M.G.'s cunt. "I'll count to three and start it. Wait a second so that it tapes the penetration. But wait. We don't want voices on this. Well, M.G. can moan, I guess. Okay, one, two, three."

I waited and then pushed my cock into M.G. who moaned with a tone that said that her body had given all it had to give, but was going to give some more, dammit. Tabby knelt there and filmed my cock going in and out for a while and I took the opportunity to finally suck one of M.G.'s swollen nipples into my mouth. It had a salty taste from the sheen of perspiration we'd generated. I didn't realize that I'd closed my eyes until I opened them to see Tabby sucking on the other one. M.G. whispered something to Tabby and I saw her hit the pause on the phone.

"There's one more thing I want to do," M.G. breathed. I was hoping that the evening was one prolonged orgasm for her and I thought it might have been. I know that the angle of my cock had to be driving her crazy, if she had anything left to give. It was driving me crazy; my need to cum building again and threatening to go beyond my control. By the spasms of her belly, another wave was quickly approaching.

"What," asked Tabby.

"When it's time for Gordy to cum," M.G. said between moans, "I want you to tape a close up of me deep throating him. And get his cum seeping out around my lips. Dick never came in my mouth."

And maybe that was Angela's appeal. I kept my mouth shut.

Tabby thought about it for a second and said, "Alright. But move your head this way a little bit. I need one more."

Tabby handed me the phone as M.G. adjusted her position. Then she put her left foot between me and M.G.'s head; grabbed the headboard and settled her pussy down onto M.G.'s waiting tongue. M.G.'s hands cradled her ass, gently guiding her hips around her mouth.

Being careful not to get any of our faces, I took the phone off pause and resumed filming my cock and her cunt. No doubt the image wasn't as stable as before since I was the one doing the driving. Tabby was moaning again and I moved the camera up M.G.'s body, hoping to capture the moment for the Prick of his wife eating another woman's cunt to climax. No faces, of course, but there would be no mistaking the tat on his wife's body, the shape of her sweating tits, the shape of her chin, the color of her skin and hair and, I hoped, the shape of her tongue probing swollen pussy lips. I wasn't sure if the lighting would allow that though. Still, he would know what was going on and that would be enough. I was careful not to get any of Tabby's hair in the shot but, knowing his type, I wondered if he'd figure out who the other woman was by the shape of my wife's ass. I supposed if he tried to break my jaw I'd have my answer. It might be satisfying to have him try.

My pumping became more urgent, I was getting close. I guess I was hitting M.G.'s spot right because she began moaning louder into my wife's pussy, which sent her over the edge, her hips jerking back and forth on M.G.'s face. She sagged against the headboard, "OHHhhhh, fuck yessssssss . . . ." She fell to the side and I returned the camera to M.G.'s pussy. After a few moments of recovery, she took it from my hand and I was able to concentrate on my building need.

M.G.'s body had tensed and then gone limp, surrendering itself to the satisfaction of my pounding cock having found its bliss. It twitched now and then as I began to swell inside her, sensing my impending explosion.

Panting, I said, "If you want that shot, you better do it now, ‘cause I'm gonna cum."

I pulled out and rolled onto my back. The head of my cock was bigger than I'd ever seen it and an angry purple color. Tabby had the phone just inches from me while M.G. weakly flipped directions and swallowed me in one smooth move. She came up and went down again. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain and with every nerve I had on fire, my body couldn't decide what it was feeling. I started to spasm, jerking upward into M.G.'s descending mouth. Then she clamped her lips around my shaft about halfway down and pumped me with her hand. I may have screamed when I came. Or maybe not because I'm sure I heard Tabby gasp. And then I came again. And again. It felt like I was being turned inside out. When I returned to the real world, I looked down to see both women cleaning my shaft in turns, the phone forgotten, first one sucking on my sensitive helmet and then the other. Then they'd put their lips on either side of me and slide down my length and back up to do it all over again until, finally, I was no longer hard enough to make it worthwhile.

Weakly I said, "Did you get the shot?"

"No, you'll have to do a retake," Tabby said. My head fell back in despair, God! Not tonight! But then she laughed, "Oh my God! I've never actually watched you cum! You came buckets! And then, like she wanted, it was leaking out of M.G.'s mouth and she couldn't handle any more so I had to help! And you still came in my mouth!"

I looked at M.G. who was smiling ear to ear. I pointed to the corner of my mouth, "You missed a little." She cleaned up the bit of cum, licking her finger and I said, "Did you have fun?"

She threw a leg over me and dropped her naked body onto mine and kissed me passionately. I guess that would be a yes but I don't know how I felt about kissing a mouth that had so recently been filled with my cum.

We rested, exhausted, and looked at the pictures we had taken and the video we had shot. Neither woman said anything about the video I'd took of M.G. eating Tabby's cunt but they exchange happy little smiles. Tabby had gotten my full length in the frame and when M.G. deep throated me, all you could see was her lips nose and a little hair. Dick the Prick would know who it was but no one else would. I was astonished at the moment of truth and I understood why Tabby had gasped. You could actually see my dick pumping my seed into M.G.'s mouth. You could see her throat work, trying to clear her mouth but it wasn't enough and cum started seeping out around her lips and down my shaft. Tabby had held that shot for a few seconds and then stopped the recording so she could help out.

"So," I said, "are you going to send those today?"

"Nope," said M.G. with a grim smile, "first I'm going to take him for every penny he has and when the divorce is final then, after the paperwork is filed I'll send them. He and Angela would be living in a tent at that time but they won't be able to afford it."

And that's why you don't scorn a woman. "Well, send me a copy," I said. "I want to be reminded of tonight every chance I get."

"And cherish it," Tabby said, "because tonight was a onetime deal."

And I laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Well," I said, "first she was just coming over to watch us. Then I could look but not touch. Then she was not going to suck my cock. Then I wasn't supposed to enjoy it when she did. Then she was not going to fuck me. Then I wasn't supposed to enjoy it when she did. Then I wasn't supposed to cum in anybody but you, but then you recorded it when I came in her mouth."

Deflated, Tabby said, "At least I didn't tell you not to enjoy that."

"All I'm saying is your pronouncements haven't carried much weight tonight," I said. "So, what I propose is this; M.G. needs to make up for lost time. I say that we take care of her until the divorce is final and she's free to play the field."

"I'm okay with that," M.G. said.

"I'm sure you are," Tabby said with a tone.

"Look," I said, "if I come home and you two are in bed having some fun, I'll be happy to join in." She still looked uncertain, "We could set up dates, say three - okay, two times a week. Plus whenever I come home and find you two."

"It could take a while," M.G. said thoughtfully. "I'm sure Dick the Prick has some accounts that I don't know about that my lawyer will have to ferret out."

"Just don't fleece him too much," I cautioned, "or he won't have anything he can enjoy those pictures on."

"Good point," she agreed. "I'll just take eighty percent. Then he and Angela can afford the tent."

M.G. had remained on top of me while we watched the video and had this conversation. Tabby was looking at us and finally shrugged, but held up a finger, "Okay, you can come home and find us, but if I come home and find this, you're both dead. Nothing happens without me knowing about it! I mean this one!"

M.G.'s head popped up, "Ooo, that got someone excited."

Tabby's last pronouncement was one that we held. I managed a - brief - encore to consummate the deal and was able to slip the bone to each of them, as a kind of nightcap, before finally making the deposit I'd been wanting to make all day, in Tabby's velvet vault. As I fell asleep, the girls were making up for the lost years of pleasure that they weren't aware that they'd missed until this night.

One Year Later

It occurs to me that a brief postscript is in order. It was the best year of my life, fucking those two while M.G.'s lawyer fucked Dick, ferreting out every hidden account he had. We stayed true to Tabby's edict, which is not to say that I didn't have plenty of opportunity. Seems like every other day I'd come home and find them together with me a welcome addition. On one memorable occasion, I came home to find M.G. naked on the dining room table, her ass centered in a perfect place setting and her feet on the armrests of the chair in front of her. Tabby stood next to her wearing only an apron and holding a bottle of white wine; "For the monsieur's enjoyment, I have paired a very nice Chardonnay with this evening's pussy."

Since the divorce was finalized, things have slowed down a little as she tests the waters of the dating scene again. When she's between guys, as was the case now, she comes back to us. I asked her one time why she stuck around so long if she wasn't getting any for a year. She said at first she just thought he was tired from working. Then came the denial that something could be wrong. Then she was afraid that a failed marriage and divorce would make her look like a failure herself. Then came the suspicions, but Dick the Prick was careful and she couldn't find any direct evidence to take to a lawyer. By the time she got dumped, a year was past and here I was with my cock in her cunt.

Speaking of Dick the Prick, I ran into him. I was at lunch with a client and wandered into the bar for some lubrication: scotch for him, diet cola for me - hey, I was there to separate him from his money and he thought mine had bourbon in it. There were a couple of sad cases at the bar that I ignored while I placed my order. From my right came a voice, "There he is. Hey, asshole."

"I'm sorry," I said turning. It took me a second to recognize him with his messy hair, sport coat in need of a cleaner and weeklong growth of beard. "Dick?" I said, "You look - terrible."

"I know, I know," he said, "but I'm meeting a guy. I'll be back on my feet next week."

Right, if that guy's name is Jim Beam. I looked down at the bar in front of him next to his glass and my eyes narrowed, "What have you got there Dick?"

"The Bitch," he said, sliding the phone over to me, "have a look. Here, let me show you." He took the phone back did something and held it out to me again, "Just slide the pictures to the left and press the play thingy on the video when you see it."

"Whoa," I said as I viewed a familiar picture on his cracked screen. "Nice, but how do you know that's M.G.?"

"The Bitch," he corrected, and pointed, "the tat. It's her. So, she takes me for everything I own, which ends up breaking up Angela and me. I can't make some payments and collection companies start calling work. I got the axe. And then I get this. I've been driving myself crazy trying to figure out who that cock belongs to, but what the hell, I don't see that many hard-ons. You got any ideas?"

I looked at him, "How many erect dicks do you think I see Dick?!" I pressed the arrow on the video and watched M.G. and me fuck, "Besides, you left her so - oh wow." "Yeah, yeah, pause that!"

The video was at the point that I was recording M.G. eating Tabby's cunt.

"Check out how she's eating that other chick's pussy. Shit, if she'd let me know that she was into that when we were together, I'd have never even given Angela a second look."

Right. "Nice ass. Do you recognize her?"

He got defensive, "Why would I?"

"Well," I said, "you're trying to figure out who the dick belongs to, I just figure that you think you must know them."

Mollified, he said, "Not enough to go on. Maybe if she was standing, but on one knee and her other leg out like that, it sort of ruins the shape." Then he got defensive again, "And I have to know them! Otherwise, why be so careful about not showing the faces?" He looked at the still image a little more and said, "There's something about the voice, though. Like I should know it."

That surprised me, "The voice?" As many times as I've watched the clip, I couldn't remember any voices.

He took the phone back from me and said, "You have to listen closely, you can barely hear her over the Bitch's moans," before he started the video again. He held the phone up to my ear and I could just make out Tabby saying, "OHHhhh, fuck yessss," when she came. Fortunately, the only time you heard that voice was when Tabby came. You could talk to her all day and never associate her voice with what I just heard. Why he thought he should recognize it was a question that I'd have for Tabby when I got home. And then I remembered. We'd had dinner with them in our condo one night and Tabby did her impression of the restaurant scene from When Harry Met Sally. I forget why it'd come up.

"Okay," I said, "but it just sounds like someone getting her rocks off to me, hard to pin it to anyone in particular. When did you get this?"

"Like a month after the divorce was final. I think she did this right after we broke up."

"It's not time stamped, why do you think that?"

"Because she's half Latin. She'd strike when the iron was hot. She might have even done it that same night, which would make these people you and Tabitha, ‘cause you guys live just a couple of floors up, but, frankly, your wife is too much of an ice queen."

Poker face, poker face. "Well," I said carefully, "she warms up under the right conditions. Not to this point though."

It must have been the alcohol that made him think he could survive his next statement - if I hadn't been with a client, he might not have - when he leaned into me conspiratorially, "I made moves on her a couple of times. She shot me down."

"Because fucking you would've made her appreciate what she had with me more, right?"

"Exactly," he said, totally missing the tone in my voice, "M.G. was gorgeous but a little on the side keeps things fresh, right? What's wrong with a little variety? I mean, Tabitha is smokin' hot, especially when she wears that green dress - man, that's a package I'd like to unwrap - but don't you get tired tapping the same piece of ass? How do you stay interested?"

I gave him a grim smile and said, "Variety." I picked up my drinks and headed back to my client who was probably wondering where the hell I was, letting Dick the Prick stew on that answer as he climbed deeper into his bottle.

Tabby and M.G. were both going to get fucked hard tonight!

Endsit