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                                      Dats Him
                                 4 Granted - Part I
                   Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her 
             parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, 
              wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though 
              he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband 
                conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt 
              Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could 
              be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting 
                                             any worse.
                 Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected 
               job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead 
                used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into 
              accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father 
                had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position 
             within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and 
                    they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.
                   Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school 
              friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge 
             hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's 
              buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, 
              the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
                 After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, 
             Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet 
                 another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of 
                whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then 
                started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how 
              amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, 
                the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked 
             Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. 
                                  Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."
                Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa 
             walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was 
              incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full 
              moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the 
                  moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the 
              surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the 
              railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she 
                 was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk 
                                              friends.
                Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips 
             for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to 
               kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive 
                 dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He 
                finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His 
              touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace 
              cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was 
             happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In 
                 his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and 
             softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. 
             Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long 
              hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her 
                                            excitement.
                 He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to 
              crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into 
             his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of 
              her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" 
                heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was 
              getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their 
               kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.
               Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open 
               his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and 
              pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees 
               in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and 
              kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips 
              parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though 
              his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow 
               his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten 
               like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other, 
               Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the 
             sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say 
               anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her 
              right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other 
                one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to 
              steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached 
             for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and 
                                         raised herself up.
                 "I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right 
             now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread 
                                          her feet apart.
                 Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the 
                 places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few 
               sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the 
               party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs 
             encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most 
                erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy 
             hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the 
                                 house without wearing any panties.
                 With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa 
             hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, 
              and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since 
               Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't 
                                          get fucked now.
               With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the 
               mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back 
             with a passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded 
             his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks 
              of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful 
                thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. 
               Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his 
                cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held 
                herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with 
              excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly 
             closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked 
               into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His 
             wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss. 
                Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast 
                                      could ever act this way.
                  "Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! 
                Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down, 
                 impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
                Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own 
               two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex-
               starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden 
                                       bench by the railing.
               Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby, 
                         faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
                 Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned 
                              over the patio and heaved his guts out.
                 After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more 
              time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the 
                         man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.
                 "Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say.
                 The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa 
              leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her 
                                   hand ducked under the covers.
                "How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa's 
                                cold fingertips touched his crotch.
               "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know... 
                             make love to me. I'm still horny, Simon."
                The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images 
              of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him. 
              Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge 
              hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and 
             down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager 
             kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did 
               he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His 
                      wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
                     "Do you want something for your headache, or how about some 
               breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe 
                 on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around."
               "Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked 
                        out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"
                 Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the 
               worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out 
                 drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His 
               stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for 
                                          their bathroom.
                On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god. 
               His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching 
              prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound 
              that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions 
              it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short, 
               white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. 
              Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to 
             be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when 
              his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on 
                                       the back of his neck.
                                      "Oh, honey, are you okay?"
                 Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up 
                            through the hallow-like hole above his head.
                   "My, oh, my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started 
                                             laughing.
                  "It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
                 "From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she 
              grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. 
                                You'll need to sleep this one off."
                After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice, 
                       Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.
                "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke 
                                              him up.
                 "Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to 
                                         see who was there.
                "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob, yelled 
                                                out.
                                "It should be ready in a few minutes."
                 "Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, 
                                             LETS GO!"
                               All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
                "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little 
                                      head hurt?" Bob teased.
                                              "ASSHOLE!"
                                               "PUSSY!"
                                          "Double asshole!"
                                       "Weekend Weed Whacker!"
               Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered it was a 
                     derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
                   "What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon 
                      remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.
                "Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said, 
                            then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
               "Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the 
               line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy, 
                                    cause I sure as hell ain't!"
                   "OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get 
                                             dressed!"
                               "Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted.
                     In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"
                                 "I need to ask you something, Bob."
                "No, we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or 
               how green you get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't 
                                            ask again."
                            "It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.
                                          "What is it then?"
                  When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon 
              seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his 
              line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out 
              of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on 
                                            your mind?"
                 Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."
               Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she 
                almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning 
              room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A 
              man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was 
              standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up 
              here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short 
              robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up 
              enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can 
                                           I do for you?"
                 "Hi there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your 
               phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's 
                          just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.
                 "Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in 
                           the house, especially the way she was dressed.
                "Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, 
               but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I 
             just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and 
                             wait for them to send somebody to fix it."
                "Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living 
                       room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.
                Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing 
             the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had 
                  a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if 
              everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa 
             turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, 
              Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the 
                      biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size.
                   While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten 
             dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her. It was 
                like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her 
             cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon 
               her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare 
              only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed 
              the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly 
               across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely 
                embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her, 
                                    Melisa ran into the kitchen.

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                "I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the 
               woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
               "Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when 
                          everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
                   "Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone.
                 Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to 
               let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired 
                                     his fictitious flat tire.
                        "Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"
                         "It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."
                When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the 
               kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed, 
              threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe 
                 off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she 
               searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of 
                her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
                Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the 
               adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for 
              sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking 
              at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were 
              appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his 
              eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless 
               set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were 
                  the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
                The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both 
             wanting something different. Neither knew what the other's next move was 
               going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy 
             pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand, 
               Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It 
              was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up between 
              them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make 
                                          the first move?
                Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away. 
                 That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy 
              beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife 
              looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her 
              heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock 
             was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as 
               it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the 
                  sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
               Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden 
              movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh 
               the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left 
               breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other 
              hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and 
               another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack 
             released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melisa clamped 
               her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth 
               opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim 
              waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the 
             only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack 
                                 ripped her panties on both sides.
                   Melisa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in 
                 anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and 
               reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and 
              useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they 
               both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the 
               bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she 
                                         didn't even know!
                                "That makes twelve, six each, right?"
                  "Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How 
                      about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
               "I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear 
                                               away.
               "By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight 
                     for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
                 "I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their 
                                  wife or girlfriend last night?"
                 "I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a 
                big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be 
                prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm 
                 pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."
               "Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me 
                                      how you felt about her."
               "Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your 
               shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just 
               jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any 
               girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only 
             the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You 
               guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The 
              same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am 
                             what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"
                                "What's that?" Simon asked his friend.
                "Don't let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success 
                             hasn't changed you. Try to keep that way."
                Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air 
              had done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only 
                             a short nap would get rid of his headache.
                  As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently 
             bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night. He then decided 
              it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn't 
             sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed 
             it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he 
                   tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.
                  Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his 
               bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His 
                                     wife WAS with another man!
                Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at 
               his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock. 
                Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a 
                stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth. Simon 
              could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock 
             protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though. His 
              head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she 
             lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face. 
                The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others 
              genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning 
              and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon 
                                     wanted to die on the spot!
                  Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and 
              tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her 
               dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever 
              increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her 
              head bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion 
               and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he 
             finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its 
             way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of 
             thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she 
                                    was still wantonly sucking.
                 Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing 
               aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained 
                     eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
               "Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a 
                               ride." a cheerful woman's voice said.
                 Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and 
                                              got in.
                  Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body, 
               Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a 
              second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, 
              something she hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon, 
                 and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help 
                                              herself.
                Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was 
               phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and 
               with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year 
             orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms 
             about letting any of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a 
               real geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even then, Melisa 
                would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only 
              thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
                 Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter 
             because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family's status in the 
              community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior. 
               The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply 
               when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady should 
               act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school, 
                            she became even more rebellious toward him.
                All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as 
              though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking 
                her out, and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6' 5" and the 
               middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there, 
             Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa 
                  didn't take this into account. She thought men didn't find her 
               attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in 
               love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their 
                                           relationship.
                 But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel 
               unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest 
                clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her. 
              Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because 
              he hadn't fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon 
               didn't want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that 
                      long without sex, and didn't know how her husband could.
               Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning, 
              it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn't 
                 want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my own 
               husband won't screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she 
             said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as 
              this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She also made up her mind 
               that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more 
                                         attention to her.
                It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well 
             on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the 
             neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single 
               swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm 
              about something or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he 
              really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on 
                the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot 
                 glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and 
                                              closing.
                                "You still suck cock?" he blurted out.
               Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon 
                               continued his one sided conversation.
                "I didn't think my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it 
               too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play 
                            with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?"
                  When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so 
               quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you 
                             home now, Sy. I think you've had enough."
                                    "Is she with him?" he mumbled.
                                               "What?"
                                       "Is she still with him?"
                  "Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?" 
                            Janice asked, not really understanding him.
                Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches 
              of her face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the 
                                 salami in our own fucking house!"
               "I don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've 
                          heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."
                 "I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy's cock and 
               rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our 
                                         own fucking bed!"
                  "Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run 
             around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would 
              even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you 
                 only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's even met her yet!"
                  Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend, 
             because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item 
              in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily 
             ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship 
              to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad 
              because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were 
               put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life 
              ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to, 
             but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself 
             for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since 
              then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that 
              Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second 
                             chance she'd been hoping and praying for.
                 Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at 
               Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her 
               face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has 
              that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted 
              him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which 
             was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same 
             time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings 
              for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice's 
                               hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
                    "Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things.
                                "I told you, I don't want to go home."
                 "Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a 
                               house to clean. I really have to go."
                 Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and 
                           said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off."
               Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking. 
               If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She 
               had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured 
               that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then 
              file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when 
             she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she 
               yelled, "Why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.
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