repost: PARKER22 (Infidelity)

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INFIDELITY
By Parker

WARNING: None needed. There is nothing in this story which
could possibly be considered offensive by anyone other than
those who find the very idea of sex offensive.

Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute (unchanged
of course), but be discrete.
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This is what happened:
I was watching as closely as I could.
Without being too obvious, of course. It's not easy trying
to be inconspicuous while staring out the window through a pair
of binoculars at another apartment just across the courtyard, but
I did my best. It was worth the effort. Or, rather, the woman who
had just moved into the apartment across the courtyard was worth
the effort. Well worth it. Tall, with short blonde hair and a
dancer's lithe, athletic body - my first impression was that she
moved like a dancer - she was more than worth the effort. I had
first seen her earlier that afternoon when I'd come home from
work at the university library. She had been carrying some boxes
into the elevator. The only thing I really noticed was her ass,
swaying enticingly in a tight pair of jeans before disappearing
behind elevator doors, but it wasn't until I realized that she
was moving into the suite just across the courtyard, and, having
nothing better to do, had picked up the binoculars, that I'd
realized just how beautiful she was.
I'd been watching ever since.
Watching while she slowly unpacked boxes and shoved books on
shelves, placed pots and pans in cupboards, hung clothes in
closets... and so on. Mundane tasks to be sure, but she made them
look...
Well.
I really couldn't say exactly how she made them look. Worth
watching, at the very least. And that's just what I'd been doing
since I'd gotten home from work.
Watching.
I couldn't really make out the details of her face, but what
I could see looked positively angelic. God... I was getting hard
just watching her unpack. I dropped one hand down to rub my
aching cock where it pressed urgently against the zipper of my
jeans, leaving the other hand to steady the binoculars. Maybe I
had time to...
"Peter."
Karen.
Moving quickly, but trying not to seem as if I was moving
quickly, I pulled the binoculars from my eyes, dropped my hand to
me side, and attempted to look innocent. Karen, my wife, walked
into the living room. Seeing the binoculars in my hand, she
walked up to me and peered curiously out the window into the dark
courtyard.
"What are you looking at?"
"I... uhm..."
And then, thankfully... mercifully, the blonde woman turned
out her living room light and her apartment went dark. Karen
couldn't see what I had been watching.
"Just, uh... looking," I said, lamely.
"Hmmph." Karen looked doubtful, but didn't pursue it. "Well,
dinner's ready." She walked away, brushing a lock of brown hair
off her forehead.
"Great." I followed behind her, discretely placing the
binoculars on the bookshelf. I couldn't help but glance out the
window one more time as Karen disappeared into the hallway. I
could have sworn that I saw the blonde woman, a dark shape
silhouetted against the window, but I couldn't be sure.
It might have been my imagination.

*****

Her name was Talia.
I bumped into her the next evening in the laundry room. It
seemed kind of unlikely - there were almost two hundred
apartments in our complex - but the way I had been thinking about
her since I had watched her the previous evening, the meeting had
an air of inevitability about it.
Talia.
I rolled the name around inside my head, feeling it...
touching it... tasting it... A strange name, to my ears, strange
and exotic. But at the same time, enticing.
Erotic.
Just like the woman herself.
A lot of women look attractive from behind or at a distance,
but when they come closer, or turn around, the illusion is
shattered, and they become human.
Not Talia, though.
Up close, her body, tall, slim and elegantly curved as it
was, faded into insignificance next to the beauty of her face.
She was a walking wet dream, with a small, elfin face perfectly
set off by a halo of short, honey-blonde hair. And if her green
eyes were just a little too large for her face, well, they gave
her an appealing, little-girl look of innocence.
Talia.

When I walked into the laundry room, she was standing in
front of an open dryer, searching through her pockets while
muttering angrily to herself.
I screwed up my courage: "Something wrong?" My voice sounded
tight and forced. At least to my ears.
She looked over and shrugged her shoulders, a slight smile
appearing on her face. "Didn't bring enough tokens," she
answered. "Last place I lived you only needed four." Her voice
was low and throaty. Just like I would have imagined it. Heck,
just how I *had* imagined it.
"Here," I said, trying to keep my voice casual as I walked
forward with the laundry basket under my arm. "I've got a couple
extra."
"Oh no..."
"Really." I pulled a token out of my pocket and held it up.
"It's no problem."
She hesitated for a moment and then took the token. It might
have been my imagination, or wishful thinking, but it seemed to
me that she deliberately brushed her long, cool fingers along my
the back of my hand after taking it. I felt my face redden and
turned away to hide the growing erection in the tight pair of
shorts I always wore when doing laundry.
"Thank you," she said from behind me.
"Ah, don't worry about it." My cock felt like it was going
to burst. I hadn't felt like this in years; not since... well,
not since long before I married Karen.
As I loaded my own laundry into the machine, I heard her
close the lid and switch the dryer on. I wanted to turn and say
something, but my tongue felt thick and clumsy. And the erection
bulging in my shorts would have been almost impossible to hide.
Maybe if I held onto the laundry basket? Still...
"My name is 'Talia'."
Talia.
Gathering my courage, and leaning forward so that my loose
tee shirt would cover the bulge at my crotch, I turned to say
something, but she was gone.
Talia.

*****

She was in my apartment the next day when I came home from
work, talking to Karen, who had gone home early in the afternoon
after a seminar had been cancelled. My heart skipped a beat as
I walked into the living room and saw them sitting together. I
actually felt guilty, although I hadn't done anything. Karen
looked startled and then angry for a moment when I came into the
room, but quickly turned away.
Talia smiled at me.
"Peter," Karen said nervously, turning back and getting to
her feet, "I... uh, gather you've met Talia. She's..."
"I wanted to thank you for your help in the laundry room,"
Talia interrupted, still smiling at me as she got to her feet.
"It was very noble." She glanced over at Karen and then looked
back at me. "A true gentleman."
I shrugged, struggling to appear casual. "Don't worry about
it."
"No, really."
She walked forward and held out her hand. I think Karen said
something, but I didn't hear what it was.
"Here."
I opened my hand and she placed two tokens in it. And, just
like last night, her touch lingered just a moment longer than was
strictly necessary. And, again just like the night before, I felt
myself growing hard.
"Two tokens?" I stared down at my palm as she pulled her
hand away. "I only gave you one."
With her back to Karen, Talia gave me a smile that promised
everything. "Interest," she whispered, slowly licking her lower
lip.
Then she turned back to Karen. "Thanks for the coffee,
Karen." Maybe it was my imagination, but her voice sounded a
little haughty - almost condescending. "Maybe I'll see you later;
it's always nice to meet new neighbours."
"Uhmm... sure." Karen shrugged her shoulders. She was trying
to seem indifferent, but I could tell she was upset. Had she
picked up on something - the attraction - between Talia and
myself?
With one last glance at me, and another smile, Talia turned
and left the apartment. I took a deep breath and immediately set
out to erase any impression Karen might have received about Talia
and myself: giving her lots of attention... telling her I loved
her... that sort of thing.
Nothing worked, though. She was out of sorts all evening.
It wasn't until a couple of hours later that it occurred to
me that I hadn't told Talia my apartment number. How had she
found me?
Interest.

*****

Talia.
She moaned, her voice low and thick with lust, as I slid my
hard cock deep within her with one smooth lunge. She was tight...
and warm... and wet... just as I had imagined she would be. Her
long legs, already wide and smiling, wrapped around my body,
enveloping it and pulling me in even deeper. The feeling of
friction as the head of my cock squeezed through the tight walls
of her pussy was incredible. And, just as I was convinced that I
could go no further, she pulled me deeper still.
Now it was my turn to moan.
Talia.
Bracing my knees against the mattress, I pulled back
slightly and then slid forward, beginning that familiar, age-old
dance. She relaxed her legs and then pulled herself forward and
up, the muscles of her inner thighs tensing and then relaxing,
her motions melding perfectly with my own.
Talia.
I looked down at her sleek, glistening body sprawled out on
the bed beneath me. Her head was thrown back on the pillow and
her short blonde hair swept away from her face and fanned out
like a halo. Her lips were slightly parted, and her tongue slid
slowly along her lower lip. Moving my gaze down her body, I
watched, mesmerised, and her small, firm breasts bobbed and
jiggled in time with my urgent thrusts.
Talia.
"Ohh..."
She tossed her head to the side and then back again, opening
her large, green eyes and looking up at me. One long, lithe arm
snaked up around and behind my neck, drawing my face down to
her's for a long passionate kiss. The tempo and urgency of our
movements increased as our tongues writhed together, darting in
and out, dancing, exploring each other's mouths. Finally, our
faces broke apart. I stared down at her as, eyes closed again,
her breath began to come in short, frantic pants. I increased the
pace of my thrusting, trying to keep up with her twisting,
writhing glistening body as I felt the tell-tale build up of
pressure in my deeply buried cock. We were both getting closer
and closer...
"Talia..."
"Huh?"
I opened my eyes... and looked down at Karen. Her head was
thrown back on the pillow, her thick, brown hair limp and sticky
with sweat. She stared up at me with hard, brown eyes. I kept
pumping, hoping that she wouldn't pursue it.
"What did you just say?"
Damn.
She stopped moving beneath me, her legs falling back to the
bed.
"I didn't say anything," I lied.
"I thought you said something. It sounded like..."
"I told you," I growled. I began to move my hips even
faster, grinding my cock into her to get to her shut up about it.
"I didn't say anything." She just grunted, unconvinced. I brought
my face against her's and tried to kiss her, but she turned away.
I sighed, and continued to fuck her now motionless body.
Eventually, I came.
She didn't.

*****

Things became a bit strained with Karen after that, but we
were both busy enough that we didn't have to see much of each
other. Between her doctoral thesis and the class work and the
seminars, Karen seemed to be spending almost all of her time at
the university anthropology department as the fall slowly turned
to winter, often so deeply buried in the department archives that
I couldn't find her even when I did find the time to wander over
to her department.
Not that I made much of an effort.
As for me, the university library was finally getting around
to computerizing its catalogue, so I had more than enough work to
keep me busy.
And Talia...
I kept an eye on her and gradually began to figure out her
schedule: when she left for work... when she came home... when
she did her laundry... With Karen at the university all the time,
I had plenty of opportunity to 'accidentally' bump into her as
often as I could manage it. Very quickly, our polite nods and
greetings became conversations and then meetings for coffee at
the little cafe across the street. At first I was concerned that
Karen might see us, but Karen's schedule was both full and
predictable, so that wasn't a problem.
And so, I found myself spending more and more time with
Talia. It turned out that she worked as a clothing designer at a
fashion house which was located just off the campus. When she
discovered that we worked so close to each other, she invited me
over for lunch. I picked a day that Karen was busy, which wasn't
difficult, and accepted.
It was quite the operation. I don't know what I had
expected, but when I walked out of the elevator, I was
immediately impressed by the size of the place. And very posh.
The receptionist was some cute blonde bimbo with an ultra short
skirt and half-open blouse. I was surprised that they would let
her work here dressed like that. I mentioned it to Talia when she
came out of her office to meet me, but she just laughed and said
that the support staff were required to wear the latest fashions,
most of which were either designed or distributed by that
company; almost like walking advertisements. She pointed out a
number of such girls as she showed me around the office, all
beautiful and all wearing daring outfits.
I was impressed.
As we walked into the elevator, she put her hand on my arm
and gave a squeeze. It was like a bolt of electricity shooting
through my body.
I was falling in love.

*****

I continued to see less and less of Karen as Christmas
approached. We'd be together on the odd weekend when one of us
wasn't at work or at school; we'd talk, see a movie... even fuck
once in a while, but it wasn't important. It didn't seem real.
I lived for the meetings with Talia.
Not that anything had happened.
Yet.
There was, however, plenty of promise of things to come.
Talia and I met two or three times a week for lunch, and I
eventually became well known at her office. I even got to know
that blonde secretary I had been so dismissive about earlier.
Despite her appearance and high, little-girl voice, it turned out
she had an MBA. From Harvard, no less! I asked her about the job
and she said she took it because of Talia. She said that Talia
was one of the top designers in the country, and it was great
experience to work for her.
Even as a secretary.
I had no idea Talia was so important or well known. When I
asked her about it, Talia just laughed. She said something about
reputations and flattery and deceptive appearances, and then
talked about her career, but I didn't really hear it. I was still
lost in the sound of her laughter.

We spent more and more time together. Talia became quite
busy with her job as the Christmas season approached, often
working late two or three nights a week, or having to be away on
weekends, but my schedule at the library was pretty flexible, and
I was able to arrange things so that I was working whenever Talia
was working and available when she was available. Of course, this
meant that Karen and I saw even less of each other, but I didn't
really notice.

Talia and I became closer and closer...
And one night, as Talia and I sat together on the couch in
her living room watching a movie, I finally got up the courage to
put my arm around her shoulder. She looked over at me, her green
eyes wide and questioning, but didn't say anything as I drew her
closer... and closer, until finally our faces were inches apart.
"Peter," she whispered, looking uncertain for the first time
since I had met her, "I..."
"Shhh..." I put a trembling finger on her lips.
"I... what about..."
I silenced her by pressing my lips against her's and
slipping my tongue into her mouth.
My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.
Was I going too quickly?
Had I misread the situation?
Was I going to lose her?
No. She stiffened for one terrible moment and then melted
into the kiss, opening her mouth and welcoming me. Letting out a
quiet moan, she slid backwards onto the couch, drawing me down
onto her. We explored each other's bodies like a pair of
teenagers, hungry, grasping... almost desperate in our need for
each other. Finally, panting, she lifted her arms and began to
slide out of her tee shirt.
I looked up from the couch, staring out the window at my own
dark, empty apartment across the courtyard. "Shouldn't we close
the blinds?" I asked, feeling suddenly exposed.
She laughed and pulled my face down to her small, firm
breasts. "Don't worry about it," she told me, gasping slightly as
my tongue found her hard, sensitive nipples. "No one can see."
And that was the last I thought about it.
It was better than I'd imagined...

*****

Two days later, Talia invited Karen and myself to her
Christmas party. I debated over whether to tell Karen, but
eventually decided that I had no choice. It would be too obvious,
otherwise. And so I waited one night until Karen was almost
asleep beside me and then mentioned, in passing, Talia's party.
Karen mumbled something about some her parents being in town or
something like that, and then rolled over.
Her parents.
Perfect.

*****

"What do you mean you're not going!" She was mad. Furious. I
don't think I'd ever seen Karen like that before. "You *know* how
important this is! They only come into town a couple times a
year. I *told* you I would have come late after making an
appearance at this bloody faculty party. They'll arrive at the
restaurant and..."
"Karen," I interrupted, standing my ground, "I told you a
week ago. You should have said something then. I've already told
Talia that we were going."
"You didn't say anything to me about it!"
"I did." Sure, when you were half asleep.
She fell silent for a moment, her hands clenched in tight
little fists at her sides. I started to say something, but
changed my mind. Best to keep quiet and see what happened.
I have to admit, she looked great, standing there in the new
evening dress she had bought for the faculty party. She wasn't as
tall or slender as Talia, but she still had a great body and a
beautiful face surrounded by thick waves of brown hair. And the
dress, which left her upper body and arms bare showed her off to
perfection. But Talia... I felt a lump in my throat as I mentally
compared my wife to the woman I loved. Karen and I...
"Peter," she said, more begging now than angry, "you know
how important this is." My heart ached for her, but I had to be
firm. Maybe it was for her own good. "I *have* to go to this
faculty party; if my parents..."
I shook my head. "No. I've already told Talia that I would
go to her party."
'I', not 'we'.
Karen's shoulders slumped. Her eyes glistened and I thought
for a moment she would start to cry. Fortunately, I was spared
that ordeal; with a quiet sigh, she turned and walked out of the
kitchen towards the front door. I stayed where I was and listened
while she changed into her dress shoes and left the apartment
without another word.
Finally, she was gone.
I walked into the dark living room and glanced out the
window at Talia's apartment across the courtyard. It was brightly
lit and already full of people.
Talia...

*****

The party was in full swing when I arrived. I looked around
the crowd, but didn't see anyone I really knew. From the look of
things, it was mostly people from Talia's office. I thought I saw
the receptionist, still dressed in the same daring fashions which
she wore at work, but if it was her, she was quickly swallowed by
the crowd.
Not that it mattered.
I was only looking for one person.
Talia.
With Karen gone for the night, and maybe for good, I wanted
to be with...
And there she was, walking out of the kitchen and into the
living room. As usual, she was stunning. From her beautiful feet,
encased in patent leather shoes; to where her long, sleek legs
disappeared into a black, leather skirt which barely covered the
bottom curves of her ass; to where a white, frilly blouse made
the most of her small breasts; to her long, bare arms; and,
finally, her flawless face and green eyes, perfectly set off by
her short blonde hair and a pair of green, teardrop earrings
dangling from her earlobes.
God, she was beautiful.
Our eyes met. I felt a thrill shoot through my body as she
broke off her current conversation, grabbed a couple of drinks
from a tray, and began walking across the room towards me.
Towards *me*! This wonderful, incredible creature, surrounded by
all her friends and colleagues, wanted nothing more than to be
with me.
Right then and there, I knew that my marriage was over.
She stopped a couple feet in front of me, looking me up and
down with her large, green eyes. "You're alone," she noted,
handing me a drink.
I shrugged. "Karen couldn't make it. She had a party on
campus tonight. And her parents are in town."
Talia smiled. "I'm sorry."
I smiled back. "Yeah. It's a shame."
We stared at each other for a few moments. We both knew that
tonight would be special. And then: "Dance?"
I nodded, and downed the drink in one swallow. She took my
hand and led me through the crowd to a corner of the room set
aside for dancing. A fast song was playing, so we joined the
crowd in bouncing and swaying in time with the music. As we
danced, the crowd seemed to melt away, and my gaze became more
and more focused on Talia: the way she moved; the way her long
legs twisted and slid under the dark skirt; the way her breasts
jiggled under the blouse...
Someone handed us two more glasses and we emptied them
without leaving the dance floor. We just danced and danced, and,
when a slow song finally began, it seemed to me like we had the
whole dance floor to ourselves.
The whole world to ourselves.
She melted into my arms, pressing her small, firm breasts
against my chest as we began to sway back in forth, maybe in time
with the music, and maybe not. As we danced, my hands roamed her
body, sliding up and down her back and cupping her ass through
the leather skirt. She moaned and brought her mouth up to mine
for a long passionate kiss. My cock quickly grew rock hard in my
pants. Talia ran her hand along it and smiled.
"You like this," she whispered, licking at my ear.
"No," I answered, pulling her even closer to me, " I *love*
this. I love you."
This seemed to startle her for a moment. She glanced around
and then looked back up at me with her green eyes. "I know that,"
she told me, smiling a strange smile, "but your wife..."
"She doesn't know about us," I told her. "And besides..."
"I think she does." Talia nodded at a corner of the room.
"She's right over there."
What!?!
"Watching."
I let go of Talia and whirled around. It was Karen, standing
on the other side of the room.
Watching.
With tears in her eyes...
Cursing under my breath, I walked towards her.
'Well,' I thought to myself, noticing that Talia was right
behind me, 'maybe it's better to get this over with now.'
"Karen..."
I reached out to touch her shoulder, but she turned away.
Running a hand through my hair, I noticed for the first time how
dizzy I was. It might have been the alcohol, or maybe the fact
that all my blood had rushed to my cock, but I suddenly felt very
unsteady.
I reached out again: "Karen, I don't..."
"Don't touch me," she hissed, shrugging away from my hand.
Her eyes were wet with tears.
"Damn it." I was beginning to get angry. She was supposed to
be somewhere else. What was she doing here, fucking up my
evening? Fucking up my life! "I don't want to..."
Again, she turned away.
I was about to grab her by the shoulders and start shaking
when Talia slipped around to stand beside me. "Let me," she
whispered. "I can help." I was doubtful, but let her do as she
wanted.
Better her than me.
Talia gestured towards the bar. Shrugging, I turned and
walked away. It was Talia's party; if she was worried about Karen
making a scene, that was her problem. I just hoped she wouldn't
be too hard on the poor girl.
Me, I needed a drink.
There was a small wet bar set up just outside the kitchen. I
ordered a double scotch and took a long sip. It was the good
stuff, certainly better than what Karen and I had been able to
afford. I took another swallow, downing most of the drink. Thus
fortified, I turned to watch the fireworks.
Only there weren't any. Talia and Karen were still in the
corner. Talia had her hand on Karen's bare shoulder and was
talking intently. Karen look uncertain, her damp eyes fixed on
the blonde woman's face, but Talia kept talking. Finally, Karen
nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek. Talia turned and walked
back to the dance floor with Karen following close behind. As she
walked, Karen shot me a look of... well, I'm not sure what:
hatred? anger? love? fear? I couldn't see clearly, but it scared
me. She seemed... well, strange. Shaken, I downed the remaining
scotch and ordered another. By the time it arrived, the music had
started up again and the two women were dancing together.
Dancing.
I watched in stunned disbelief, drink all but forgotten in
my hand. Talia and Karen stood facing each other, staring at each
other's faces and swaying in time with music. Karen was stiff at
first, tentative, but she quickly loosened up and got into it.
She always did love to dance.
The two women, one tall, sleek and blonde and the other
shorter, with thick brown hair and soft curves, were quickly the
centre of attention. No one seemed shocked or surprised, and
there were still other dancers on the floor, but you could tell
that everyone was watching Talia and Karen as their dance slowly,
but surely, became increasingly seductive. The other people on
the dance floor smiled and gave them room.
The dance continued.
Talia made the first move, placing her hands on Karen's
shoulders and moving closer to the shorter woman. Karen looked
uncertain for a moment but then, shooting a quick glance to see
if I was watching - I was; oh god, I was - she slowly, sensuously
slid her own hands up Talia's bare arms and, reaching around
behind the her back, drew the blonde women closer. Bodies
swaying, their faces met and I felt myself shudder as Talia's
mouth opened and...
What was happening?
After an eternity, the kiss ended. As Karen pulled her face
away, Talia's tongue darted out and traced a slow, proprietary
path all along the outside of Karen's slightly parted lips. Karen
stood there, breasts rising and falling quickly under the thin
fabric of her dress, a light sheen of perspiration glistening on
her face, while Talia completed her journey and then drew her in
for another long, excruciating kiss.
I swallowed most of my drink in one gulp and held out my
glass for a refill.
The kiss ended.
Karen, turning gracefully, slowly wrapped herself in Talia's
long, smooth arms. Soon, she was leaning back in the other
woman's grip, completely relaxed, allowing herself to be led
around the dance floor, eyes closed and lips parted. I could see
that her breathing was becoming heavy as Talia leaned over and
whispered something in her ear. Karen giggled... and then giggled
again as the blonde woman ran her tongue alongside her ear, down
her neck...
I wanted to get up off the stool.
I wanted to walk over and grab Karen by the arm and jerk her
away from Talia. I wanted...
I just sat there, mesmerized, while Karen bent her head
back, parted her lips and shivered as Talia joined her in another
long, passionate kiss. I just sat there as the two women
abandoned any pretence at dancing and began to neck openly right
there on the dance floor, their hands exploring each other's
bodies; cupping each other's breasts... I just sat there and
watched as Talia broke off the kiss and, with a quick glance at
me and a strange, triumphant smile on her beautiful face, took
Karen by the hand and led her off the dance floor towards the
bedroom. I got a quick glance at my wife's face as the blonde
woman led her away. She seemed dazed, her eyes blank and her
breasts rising and falling in quick, urgent gasps beneath the low
cut of her evening dress.
The entered the bedroom and the door closed.
The spell was broken, and I could move again. I got up and
half staggered across the room towards the closed door. A big guy
I didn't recognize stepped in front of me and shook his head.
Confused, I came to a halt and looked around the room. The music
had stopped and no one was dancing any more.
Someone laughed.
And then someone else.
I felt my stomach heave, mostly because of the manner in
which I'd downed the last couple of drinks, but also because of
fear. Breaking out into a cold sweat, I turned and half-ran to
the door. No one blocked my way and I was out in the hallway
before I knew what was happening. I heard the music start up
again as I staggered away down the hall.
I barely made it to my own apartment. Gasping for air, I
stumbled into the bathroom and began to retch into the toilet.
Karen...

*****

Karen didn't come home that night.
Nor the next.
Nor the next after that.
The blinds were kept down at Talia's apartment and I didn't
have the guts to go over there and knock on the door. And so, not
knowing what else to do, I went to work the next Monday. I called
the anthropology department, but Karen wasn't there. When I got
home, most of Karen's things were gone from the bedroom.
I did nothing.

*****

Four days later, I answered a knock on the door. It was a
man I'd never met before. He asked who I was and then, when I
told him, he handed me an envelope. I asked him what it was, but
he just told me to open it.
It was a petition for divorce.

*****

By the end of the next week, I was frantic with worry and
sick at the thought of losing... who, Talia? Karen? I didn't know
any more. I just knew that it wasn't fair! I'd tried repeatedly
to contact Karen at the university, but they told me that she
hadn't shown up for any classes or seminars in two weeks. She was
in danger of losing her position.
So I tanked up on a few drinks at lunch the next day and
wandered over to Talia's office. By the time I got there, I was
half convinced that the whole thing was some scheme of Talia's to
get Karen out of the way.
Clever.
But still...
I walked out of the elevator.
Karen was working as the receptionist.
She sat at the desk where the blonde girl had been before,
wearing the same skimpy, ultra-fashionable clothing the other
girl had been waiting.
"Can I help you?"
Her voice was high pitched and girlish, just like the blonde
woman's, and she had that same half-dazed expression I had seen
on her face that night at Talia's, a look full of confusion
and... what else, lust? confusion? I don't know. She didn't look
the same, though.
I took my wife's hand. "Karen..."
"You're not welcome here, Mr Parker."
I looked up.
Talia.
"What have you..."
"Would you please leave now?"
I just stared, unbelieving, feeling my anger rise. What
was...
"Talia," Karen whined like a little girl, "He's h-hurting
meeee." I looked down. Her hand had turned white in my grip.
Karen had tears in her eyes, and her lower lip was stuck out like
a pouting child.
Letting go of her hand, I looked up, suddenly enraged. "You
bitch," I yelled, "What did you do to her?" Furious, I dodged
around the desk and lunged at the blonde woman. She was too quick
for me, though; she took a calm step backwards and then kicked me
in the groin.
Hard.
By the time I was able to stand without retching, the police
had arrived and I was arrested for assault.

*****

The charges were quickly dropped, but I lost my job the next
Monday. Someone had spread the story that I had gotten drunk and
attacked a woman. By mid-morning, there were half a dozen campus
"womyn's" groups picketing the library, demanding that I be
fired. Mr Blake put me on temporary suspension before lunch, and
made it very clear that there was nothing temporary about it.
"Some of these women have even threatened to start burning
books," he confided in me, looking horrified at the very thought.
"Burning books." He shook his head. "Can't have that; this is a
library."
And so, I went home a noon.
Without a job.

*****

The next day, I was served with more legal papers, setting
out the basis of a "negotiated" settlement. Basically, Karen got
everything. I got nothing. Also enclosed in the package was a
small envelope containing pictures. Pictures of me and Talia,
fucking on Talia's couch. I was clearly identifiable in the
pictures.
Talia, of course, was not.
I signed.

*****

And that's what happened.

So now I'm sitting, watching through the binoculars, as
Talia leads my wife - soon to be ex-wife - out of the kitchen and
into the living room. As usual, Karen's on all fours, naked
except for what I think is some kind of dog collar around her
neck. I'm not certain at this distance, even with the binoculars.
Karen's large tits are swaying and jiggling as she scampers about
on her hands and knees to keep up with the blonde woman, but she
doesn't seem to mind.
Karen crouches on the floor beside the couch and Talia rubs
her head. Then the blonde woman spread her legs and gestures for
Karen to get to work. My cock is rock hard, naked in my fist, as
Karen eagerly buries her empty face in Talia's pussy. In my
mind's eyes, I see her tongue hard at work, lapping and
sucking...
My hand begins to move faster and faster...
Talia picks up the remote control and begins watching
television while Karen continues to lap at her pussy. Then, as
she does every night at just about this time, she looks out the
window, across the courtyard, and smiles. She reaches over,
grasps something hanging down from the top of the window and
suddenly everything goes blank.
She's closed the blinds.
Ahh, but she's too late this time. My hand is moving in a
blur, rubbing furiously up and down my cock as I replay the
night's activities in my head. She's taken everything else from
me, but she...
can't...
take...
this...
"Ah."
I feel the familiar rush of pain and pleasure swell up in my
cock and burst out over my hand in a warm, sticky fountain. Yes.
Panting I put down the binoculars, smiling to myself as I
contemplate my victory.
Talia...

THE END
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