Subject: Church Dad
Story Codes: MF adultery F-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: December 16, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I’ve said it before and I'll say it again, the best place to meet men is
at church, especially if you’re looking for a married one. Men are men
and they all have the same inner desires. The ones at the bars and clubs
are acting out on those desires and either their wives are OK with it or
they’re simply bad husbands – not the type of guys I want to get involved
with. It’s the ones at church, those who lead lives that are socially
“acceptable” while hiding their marital issues and inner lusts, that are
ripe for the picking. Sometimes all they need is a little
encouragement...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Sex and Married Men
Chapter 2 – Renewed Determination
Chapter 3 – Finding the Right Man
Chapter 4 – Flirting
Chapter 5 – Pushing Him Over the Edge
Chapter 6 – Dan Fucks Me in Church
Chapter 1 – Sex and Married Men
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Anyone who knows me at all knows that I love having sex with married men,
particularly if they’ve not cheated on their wives before. While you can
read my “Kelly’s Married Guy FAQ” for more details about my little
“hobby”, in summary nothing tells me I’m sexier or more desirable than to
have a man want me so badly that he’ll break his marital vows, betray his
wife’s love and trust, and break one of the Ten Commandments just to
experience sex ONCE with me. Really, how could all that NOT make a girl
feel good about herself?
Just to be clear, I have absolutely NO desire to harm anyone’s marriage
which is one reason why I never meet twice with a married man. I’m just
not interested in being “the other woman” in some sleazy affair. It’s
being the woman he can’t resist, the girl he lusts for more than anyone
ever before, becoming the fantasy he never thought would come true, that
makes me so unbelievably horny and satisfied when we do it, not a
relationship.
Although I am sure there are those who would claim I am contributing to
the failure of a marriage, I actually believe I’ve SAVED a number of
marriages by allowing an unhappy husband to live out one of his greatest
fantasy, thereby getting it out of his system so he can go home to his
wife and kids and be a better husband and father.
One thing that needs to be made clear - when I talk about having “sex” I
mean something very specific. “Sex” is the penetration of a vagina by a
penis. Period. Sex is fundamentally a reproductive act, even if most of
the time that’s not the intended purpose. Thus by definition, “oral sex”
is NOT sex (yes, President Clinton was technically correct, although not
politically). Because it’s NOT sex, a husband who receives a blowjob
from another woman is not technically cheating on his wife. This is
based on my own perspective using the principles by which I lead my life.
No doubt his wife and family, not to mention some friends and church
leaders, may have different opinions!
A husband is cheating on his wife (more accurately he is committing
adultery against his wife) when he has sex with a woman not in his family
(let’s avoid the issues of bi and gay marriage please). It make NO
difference if his wife has given permission for him to have sex with
other women. Adultery is adultery, even if the wife is “OK” with it. It
is a sin and a violation of the Ten Commandments and no one can give you
“permission” to violate them. Thus it’s up to the guy as to whether
committing adultery means anything to him. It’s HIM that is committing
adultery after all, not me.
One last thing, people have called me hypocritical for saying on the one
hand that I abhor adultery and would neuter my future husband someday if
he ever did it to me, yet on the other hand say I love it when another
man commits adultery with me. Personally, I will be faithful to my
husband and I will NEVER commit adultery. When a man cheats on his wife
with me, HE is the one who is married so HE is the one committing
adultery. If I was married as well, then it would be an entirely
different story indeed. I don’t feel guilty in the slightest for what I
do – why should? I do it simply for my own self-satisfaction and the
ego-boost it gives me. HE is the one who has to reconcile his actions
with his marital vows and spiritual beliefs.
By the way, I’ve found that I’m not the only one who feels this way.
Many of the men I’ve met on-line have told me that they find it much
hotter to fuck a married woman than a single one. Personally, I think
most people, whether they engage in it or just fantasize about it, find
something about the whole “married partner” scenario to be an incredible
turn-on.
The first married man I was with was back when I was only fifteen years
old. Back then I was fucked by an older married guy from my dad’s office
when I was babysitting for his kids. Even back then, as inexperienced as
I was in comparison to today, I realized that there was something special
about taking a place in a married man’s heart that his wife can never
fill again or remove. When I look at their wives afterwards I can’t help
but wonder if they’ve any idea that when their husband makes love to them
now that at some point he’s thinking about how it was to fuck ME. Maybe
he even wishes in a small way that it was MY pussy his dick was in
instead of hers. Of course they don't know any of this but it’s still
fun to think about!
Chapter 2 – Renewed Determination
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Actually it had been quite a while since I’d been with a married man,
long enough that even my dad would tease me about it now and then. The
most recent one had been the school administrator where I teach but I
really don't like to count him because of the circumstances under which
things took place (he was blackmailing me).
Indeed, it wasn't until my dad casually asked one day after we’d had sex
if I was “losing my touch” that I realized it had been over six months
since I’d done a married man! It didn't seem possible at first but after
I thought about it, yes, confirmed it was true. Apparently all the
issues I’ve been having with changing jobs, dealing with blackmail, and
simply fulfilling my responsibilities as a daughter, niece and now a
girlfriend had been overwhelming me.
After I left my dad’s house that day, I drove in the my car back home and
made a vow to myself. I was going to get a married guy to fuck me in the
next week and that was that!
To be fair, if my goal had been simply to get laid by someone I’d never
met before in one week, that would have been silly. I’ve always
maintained that ANY girl, no matter her age or looks, can get a man to
fuck her in the next 30 minutes at any point in time if she REALLY wants
to. Of course that means she can’t be very selective, but the point is
valid.
It’s the basic difference between men and women really. Women can have
sex whenever they want it, all they have to do is make themselves
available. Men, on the other hand, are at the mercy of women. Unless
they rape someone (which I would NEVER condone under ANY circumstances)
they have to find a woman who is willing to let them fuck her. Judging
from the number of horny guys who read my site, it’s a whole lot harder
for the guys than the gals!
When I look for a married guy, I don't want someone who serial cheats to
where he may as well not be married. Similarly, I don't want “swingers”
where the wife is in on it. The whole point for me is that the wife does
NOT know about her husband cheating on her. It’s him having to bear that
secret, to perhaps feel guilty about it for the rest of his life, for him
to secretly remember me whenever he has sex with his wife... THAT is what
turns me on.
The guy I want is your typical husband, a wife with three kids and a dog
living in a simple home with a job he hates. The guy who had such dreams
as a teenager, whose life never turned out the way he had hoped. The man
who married the girl he dated in high school before he realized how many
other options he would someday have but now was stuck with her, realizing
now that he’d married the wrong woman but could never do anything about
it because he was licked into the marriage by finances and kids. The man
who looks at other woman and wishes he had sex with more of them when he
could, perhaps his wife even being the only one he’d ever done, perhaps
he lusts for his daughter who reminds him of the opportunities he had as
a teen that he never took advantage of.
The married man I want knows that his fantasies are just that –
fantasies, and he would never act on them, especially with regards to his
daughter, but he still secretly masturbates to porn as he relives those
fantasies in the middle of the night while his wife is asleep. All he
wants is that ONE chance to fuck the girl of his dreams, that ONE
opportunity to have his dick sucked like his wife never would do for him.
He doesn't want to leave his wife, at least not to where he ever would,
but he just wishes he could live out his fantasy just ONE time before he
gets too old to get it up anymore!
Yep, THAT’S the husband I wanted to fuck me and I had just one week to
find him.
By the time I got back home, I could hardly wait to get up to my room and
strip off my clothes. God I was so horny again! Besides, my jeans
looked like I’d peed in them with my dad’s cum leaking from me all the
way home. I probably should have showered and cleaned myself up before I
left but I’d figured it would be OK for the short drive home. Guess dear
old dad must not have been fucking my Aunt Linda enough lately as he’d
left quite a load in me!
Once undressed, I stood next to my bed and hesitated. My bed looked
awful tempting, practically calling out for me to hop on board and do
what came natural. Then again, I felt sweaty and my pussy was still wet
from sex so a shower would be awful nice. The shower had another thing
going for it – a wonderful new shower massager with more settings than I
knew what to do with. What the heck, why not kill two birds with one
stone as they say and so I headed for the shower. Kristi wasn't home,
where she was I had no idea, so I had the place all to myself.
It was an older home with a tiny bathroom – were people in the old days
so much smaller or what? The shower and tub were combined with the sink
opposite and the toilet at the end next to the window – rather odd when
you think about it but I guess it had something to do with the way the
plumbing worked or whatever my dad had tried (without much success) to
explain to me one time. When I sat on it there as barely enough room for
my knees so I don’t know how taller men could ever have used it.
The tub was ancient porcelain, worn down in some places with a rubber
stopper on a chain. It had separate controls for the hot and cold water
which I liked much better than those complicated single handle versions
that I ALWAYS turn the wrong way and either practically scald myself or
face the threat of hypothermia. The shower head was lower than most –
another sign of ancient short people? You pulled down on this little
handle in the faucet to turn on the shower which ALWAYS started with a
slug of cold water no matter how hard you tried to avoid it. There was a
shower curtain instead of doors which I hated but my aunt had picked out
one with a pretty yellow floral design so it wasn't too terrible to look
at.
I pulled the curtain across and reached in to run the water before
stepping in and turning on the shower. Yep, there was that blast of cold
water and then the soothing feel of hot after that, making my skin tingle
as I felt it beating against my bare skin. It felt good to rinse myself
off – something I should’ve done at my dad’s house I guess but better
late than never. I rubbed myself between my legs with some soap,
scrubbing off the cum that was still clinging to me.
As I scrubbed my pussy I remembered my promise to myself that I would
find myself a new married guy within a week. Hmmmmmm, imagine if I’d
been babysitting in this house and now that the kids were in bed I
decided to take a shower and while I was doing so, the dad came home from
work early and heard the shower running. (OK, so the plot’s a stretch
but hey, I can fantasize about it any way I want!). In my mind I
pictured him peeking in at the edge of the shower, seeing me facing away
towards the shower head as I allowed the water to strike me in front and
run down between my boobs to my crotch.
Is there anything as sexy as being watched while you masturbate? Well,
maybe there are a few things but you get the idea. It’s even better if
the person watching me doesn't realize that I know they are watching me.
I love to be all naughty and let them think it’s just me I’m doing it
for, not realizing that I’m getting off as much by putting on a show for
them as I am from the actual masturbating.
So it was with my babysitting in the shower fantasy, imagining the father
coming home and peeking in on me as I did myself in the shower. I could
picture his cock getting hard and uncomfortable as it grew until finally
he couldn’t hold back and he pulled it out through his unzipped pants so
he could stroke himself as he watched me. Mmmmmmm, I loved to see a man
stroking his cock when he’s all hard because of ME. No matter what else
he says or does, a man’s dick never lies.
Imagine his surprise when I turn around and catch him jerking off as he
peeks at me in the shower. He turns to run away but I call out to him
and beg him to continue. Then I played with myself again, imagining his
lust overcoming his shyness as he once again stroked his own dick while I
played with myself right in front of him.
When my imaginary masturbating father started to cum, so did I – and for
real as well. God I loved to cum when I masturbated, often several times
if I had the time and energy. It felt great, was easy to do, didn't
require any special equipment, and made me feel better than at any other
time of the day.
As if I hadn’t been determined before, I was all the more by the time my
so- called shower was over. Damn, I HAD to find the right guy- and soon.
Chapter 3 – Finding the Right Man
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Some people seem to think all a girl has to do is wear something a little
skimpy, flirt with a guy for a while, and before you can even spell
adultery he’ll be fucking her. Sure, that works in fantasy stories but
in real life it’s by far the exception more than the rule. It’s not that
such a thing NEVER happens; I’m just saying it’s not at all typical.
Such stories are sort of like how men’s dicks in porn movies don’t
reflect on the typical guy’s dick in real life. It’s also just like how
real women don’t just walk in the locker room after the game and start
fucking the whole football team... and so on.
In real life, while finding any ol’ guy to fuck isn’t all that hard,
finding the RIGHT married man can be downright frustrating at times. Oh
sure, most of them try to sneak a peek at me when their wives aren’t
looking (or at least they THINK she isn’t looking). Heck, some of them
don’t seem to mind if she IS. For the most part guys just window shop
and most of them aren’t REALL ready to go in the store, let alone buy
anything.
While I don’t mean to sound cynical, deep down I truly believe that EVERY
married man seriously thinks about cheating on his wife at some time or
another in his marriage. However, in all fairness to the married man
demographic, I also believe that the majority of them will never go
beyond that “wishful” stage no matter what the reason or opportunity.
That isn’t to say they won’t be jerking off in private back home thinking
about what MIGHT have happened if they HAD done something. It’s just
that for one reason or another, they simply don’t cross the line Maybe
they’re afraid they will be turned down and embarrassed, perhaps even
exposed. Of course, maybe some are just happy to be married to their
wife, although I think THOSE are a VERY small minority.
Given that the divorce rate in the USA is well over 50%, that tells me
that the majority of men DO cross the line sooner or later. Often I
think they just needed the right girl at the right time and place to make
the first move and their resistance finally crumbles.
Face it, men are driven by their penis so it’s not really that
unexpected. What DOES surprise me is that most men are able to STAY
married for any length of time. All I have to do is look at my own
father to see one of those few exceptions, but then he also has had some
things going for him that most men don’t. The advantages of incest are
for another discussion but it is one reason I believe incest can be good
in terms of preserving a marriage.
It’s a fine line between a husband who WANTS to cheat but never will,
versus the one who wants to cheat but doesn’t for whatever reason – fear,
shyness, conscience, etc. So what is the “profile” of the typical
married guy I’m looking for?
1. He’s in the thirty to forty-five age bracket, old enough to
HOPEFULLY be mature but still able to get it up reliably. He’s
climbing the career ladder, meaning work conflicts with his home
life, creating tension with his wife and isolating him from his
family. He’s rarely next to his wife at social functions and when
he is, they don't talk much and you can almost feel the tension
crackling between them as they don their phony smiles and try to
act like the perfect middle-class couple.
2. He’s been married for ten to twenty years. Long enough for the
glow to have faded but not so long that he’s locked in for life.
Look at the guy who’s been married for more than 25 years. His
kids are grown up and moved out, his career has peaked, his
waistline’s expanded and hair’s receding or even disappearing.
Such a guy is probably not going to do anything to jeopardize his
marriage if for no better reason than it would simply be
financially devastating to get a divorce. Most men when they
approach fifty are not as willing to start all over again so they
stick with what they’ve, even if they hate it. Even if such a guy
a IS willing to fool around, then that’s also a bright warning sign
as he’s probably so desperate that he would be careless and end up
doing something stupid.
3. He has at least one teenage daughter, preferably around thirteen to
sixteen years old.
4. He attends church and is active with his daughter’s church youth
group and school activities. He readily volunteers for all his
daughter’s activities yet if you watch him closely, he isn’t
watching his own daughter nearly as much as he looks at the other
girls. He’s the first to offer “encouragement” to all the pretty
young girls in the form of a hug or just a touch – never anything
at all inappropriate, but enough to help him with his thoughts
later when he goes home to jerk off.
So why does this profile make a man a potential prospect? Well, put all
the pieces together and here are the typical results:
1. He’s thinking about what it will be like when the kids gone and
he’s “free” to make marital decisions without having to worry about
the impact on them. He’s starting to feel a little older, perhaps
worried that life is passing him by and he’s probably never going
to do all the things he’d dreamed of doing – especially when it
comes to sex.
2. His wife’s getting older and losing her figure while at the same
time his daughter is transforming from a gangly pre-teen into a
sensuous young teenager. His wife’s boobs are sagging more every
day it seems while his daughters are perky and growing. His
wife’s legs are getting flabby while their daughter's coltish
figure is getting more curvy all the time. His wife’s pussy trends
to be dry and loose while he just knows his daughter’s is tight and
probably as wet as can be when she’s thinking about her boyfriend.
3. Despite the fact that he knows it’s “wrong”, he can’t stop himself
from thinking sexual thoughts about his own daughter, especially
when she wears a bikini or runs around the house half-naked without
a clue as to the effect she’s having on her own father. He
rationalizes that it’s OK because of course he would never ACT on
those thoughts. Now I’m NOT saying by any stretch of the
imagination that all fathers desire their daughters sexually but in
my experience, most will confess to having THOUGHT about it. Even
so, the vast majority of those that do would probably never act on
those impulses, even if the opportunity presented itself.
4. Because his daughter is in the youth group, it gives him an excuse
to be at their meetings and watch the other girls, envying the boys
their age and wishing he could take their place for just one date.
It also gives him an excuse to talk to the helpers and teachers –
like me.
5. Watching his young teenage daughter and her rapidly developing
friends, he reminisces about the “good old days” in high school.
He wishes that he knew at that age what he did now and taken more
advantage of the girls that he was too shy to ask out – or to do
anything if he did.
Put it all together and you have a man who’s horny and frustrated to the
point of breaking. He’s most likely masturbating at least once a day,
probably while fantasizing about one of the girls he wished he had fucked
back in school or maybe even one of his daughter’s friends today. Odds
are thoughts of his daughter pop in now and then but he tries to push
them aside, not ready to cross THAT line, at least not yet. He’s at that
stage where he is ready to cheat on his wife, even if just once to relive
those days – to do it “right” this time. In other words, he’s just what
I’m looking for!
So where do I go to look for such guy?
As you may have already gathered, I find that church is the best place.
The bar scene is too full of jerks and pervs. Even if they are married,
to go to such a place to pick up girls tells me his frame of mind is NOT
what I’m hunting for. Church is where “nice” dads go, where they think
they can look at girls (and women) and not be noticed because people just
do that sort of thing at church. Church is where his wife is usually at
as well, allowing me to see the “competition”. I
n a way, it’s not the “hot” wives that turn me on for a guy to cheat on.
Usually the good-looking wives are self-centered and bitchy so it’s easy
to see why the guy would be looking for another woman. Even if that’s
not the case, if she’s really hot then why would he husband be looking to
cheat anyway?
No, it’s the guy with the overweight wife, the one who has let herself
go, who dresses poorly or doesn't worry about her hair that catches my
eye. Her poor husband probably wonders what happened to the young, slim
girl who use to dress up to catch his eye. He sees the younger girls and
remembers how it use to be when he got hard seeing his wife undress
instead of having to look away now if he doesn't want to go limp at the
sight of her. Such a guy is just ripe for the picking... just what I’m
looking for.
Chapter 4 – Flirting
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Dan was 42 and I’d had my eye on him for quite a while by now. He was
right down the line in terms of the profile I just described. With his
oldest daughter Dresden just starting high school, my guess was he was in
his mid to late 30’s and had probably been married for maybe fifteen
years or longer. He also had two other kids – another daughter who was
in 6th grade and a son who was in 4th grade.
Hannah, the younger daughter, looked to have potential in a few years but
it was Dresden that must have been driving Dan nuts. She really wasn't
all that flirty or anything, just a very pretty girl who liked to dress
in cute outfits that seemed to naturally bring out the budding sexuality
from within her. She looked to be maybe an A-cup so it wasn’t like she
was one of those girls who seemed to pop out at age thirteen. Her legs
were just developing the lines that were probably attracting most of the
older guys in high school – not to mention her dad. She never wore pants
from what I could tell, no matter how cold it was - always some sort of
dress or skirt. Sometimes she might wear leggings but even then she
liked a short skirt over the top of them.
Cathy, Dan’s wife, looked like she was probably pretty hot herself back
in her high school days and you could see a striking resemblance between
her and Dresden Unfortunately, at least for Dan, she was now at least
fifty pounds overweight and had her hair cut short which did nothing to
hide her bloated face. She was actually a nice lady in many ways, always
helping out at church, but I noticed while the two of them were always
there, they never seemed to be together. Each was off doing their own
thing. I guess I looked for such things which is why I noticed.
Dan and Cathy were also leaders in the youth group, one of several
couples who did most of the work with the help of a number of assistants
like me. Interestingly, all the assistants were girls. I guess it
wasn't the sort of duty that single guys were drawn to plus the fact that
in these days a single guy working with teenage girls is sort of frowned
upon. Supposedly the married men are “OK” because they’ve effectively
been neutered by having their wives with them to keep them in line.
Well, people may think that but from what I can see, the only difference
is that the married men are more careful in where and when they look at
the girls.
Because I work primarily with the high-school youth group, Dan and I
hadn’t had much occasion to cross paths as he had been with the juniors
until this year when Dresden became a Freshman in high school and moved
up into the senior group. He immediately caught my attention as he was a
pretty good looking guy but the gold ring on his finger blazed like a
neon sign. It was both a warning AND an invitation – the key question
was which one was the overriding message?
It didn't take long for me to notice that Dan liked to peek at the
teenage girls. Unlike some guys who can’t seem to mask their attention,
Dan was actually quite accomplished at it. In fact, if hadn’t been that
I was looking for it I might have never noticed. Silently I was checking
off the boxes in my head – age, looks, etc. and I quickly established
that he might be an excellent prospect for some more “fun” down the road.
The key in reeling in another woman’s husband is that HE has to be the
one to initiate things. You never want to be in the position later on
where he can claim that he was pursued or stalked or in any way coerced
into doing something he really didn't want to do. Even though such
claims were ludicrous and never believed by anyone from what I could
tell, it was best not to get into such a situation in the first place.
If course, to get a guy to cross the line from looking and flirting to
dong anything more, he had to have the confidence to MAKE that first
move. That is where the fine art of flirting comes in. Every girl
learns it to some extent early on, even if she doesn't realize it. That
dropping of the eyes, the tongue on the lips, the little head bob and
throwing back of your hair... all things that seem to come natural to a
girl when she’s trying to get a guy to do something for her. Getting a
door opened, paying for a date, and such is easy. Taking it the next
level is where girls like me come in...
Funny, but while a short skirt and a low-cut blouse may grab the
attention of a guy, it’s not what ultimately makes him ready to cross the
line and ask to have sex with you, especially when he’s married. Face
it, sexy girls are everywhere – TV, the Internet, the local club,
schools, you name it. While they will grab his attention and lead to who
knows what fantasies the next time he masturbates, if anything I’ve found
that being TOO sexual or TOO hot can actually drive a married guy away.
He’s been trapped in his marriage for quite a few years by now and seen a
of pretty girls but never cheated so THAT should tell you something.
Heck, even single guys can be frightened off by a girl who looks “too
good”, thinking such a girl would never be interested in someone like
him.
So while it never hurts to ACT flirty and to dress a little
provocatively, that’s not how to get your man. No, the most sure-fire
way to get a married guy to want to be with you is to do what his wife
probably stopped doing many years before – listen to him. Yes, that’s
right – LISTEN. It’s amazing what a guy will tell you if he thinks you
care about what he’s saying. The more he talks about himself, the more
personal it tends to get until sooner or later the conversation turns to
his personal issues and marriage.
Granted, this approach takes time whereas I COULD just go to a bar in a
short skirt with no panties and the only thing I have to listen to is,”
do you want to go to my place?” or some other typical line of crap.
Trust me, if you want to make a married man desire you, nothing in the
world works better than crossing your legs, shutting your mouth and
opening your ears.
So it was with Dan. Over the past couple of months as we would meet on
Wednesday nights and then again sometimes on Sundays at the service, I
always tried to ask him how he was doing and then just clam up and
listen. Now and then you need to add in a head nod or a few encouraging
words just to prove you’re actually listening to him, but otherwise I
just let him spill out whatever he wants.
At first he asked a lot about me but I did my best to deflect what I
could and minimize the answers to the rest. In reality, while I’m sure
he wanted to know more about me, it was what was under my clothes that he
REALLY wanted to know, not what was in my head. Every time I would try
to turn the question around to him and his family, working them more and
more into his days back when he was dating his wife and early marriage
years. The idea was to get him thinking about those days and how good
they were and how much better they would be if somehow he could just
relive them again.
One thing I studiously avoided bringing up was his daughter - or any of
the other teenage girls for that matter, even when I noticed his eyes
straying to catch a glimpse of a girl wearing short shorts as she was
leaning over to pick something up. Some of the younger girls would still
be braless and I noticed he had a special interest in those. I wanted
Dan to get the impression that I had no idea what he was doing. If he
DID, then he might get embarrassed that I had “caught” him and retreat
back inside again for a while.
As for me, being it WAS church and I WAS responsible for the teenage
girls I had to be a little concerned over what I wore when working with
the youth group else I would incur the wrath of some of the more
conservative mothers – not to mention the wives of the leaders. While I
was expected to “set an example” but I wasn't going TOO far in that
direction. Still, jeans and a sweater or blouse were my usual garb on
Wednesday nights although I often was a little less conservative on
Sunday mornings at the service sin e I was usually with my dad at those
times.
As Dan got to know me better, he would often stand to the side with me
and start talking about things. If I thought I could get away with it, I
might loosen up another button on my blouse just during that time,
something he seemed to appreciate! Usually I wouldn't be wearing a bra,
especially with the heavier winter clothes, so I know he could peek down
my chest while he pretended to be checking something else out in that
direction. It was a little risk and there were a few times I had to turn
away quickly before someone else saw me, but it was sort of fun for both
of us I think.
It took over two month before Dan made the progression from describing
“the good old days” back when he was in high school and in his own youth
group to where he would begin to hint about how he missed those days and
how there was so much he hadn’t done that now he wished he had. It was
the opening I’d been waiting for, the one I was starting to think would
never come. He seemed to be in a rather melancholy mood that night.
Perhaps problems at home or work? It wouldn't surprise me if it was
both.
“I bet you were quite the stud back in high school, weren’t you?” I
casually asked him, not looking him in the eyes so as not to scare him
off.
“Oh no, not at all,” he sighed.
“Ahhhhhh, the girls must have been all after you.”
“You know how it is... you don't realize what you’ve got until it’s too
late.”
That was interesting... we were both sitting at a table off to the side,
leaning forward on our elbows watching the kids do some game. There
really wasn't much for us to do at the moment so we’d sat down to get off
our feet for a moment and it seemed to be just the right conditions for
him to open up to me. He was watching the group, supposedly doing just
what he was suppose to be doing, but I was pretty sure that certain girls
were getting more of his attention than others but from this distance it
was “safe” for him to check them out.
“Ohhhhhh?” I responded softly, not really saying anything but letting him
know I was there to talk to.
“I suppose there were a few girls I could have gone out with... but I was
too shy I guess. Seems once I dated Cathy that was it.”
“Really? Was she the only girl you dated?”
Dan hesitated a bit, keeping his chin on his hands as he rested on his
elbows. Then he chuckled saying, “Well, she was the only one who put
out.”
“Well, there’s something to be said for a girl who puts out I guess,” I
giggled.
“Yeah, it’s fun... until they get pregnant.”
Hmmm, now THAT was interesting news...
“What happened?” I nudged him a bit.
“The usual I guess... back then if you got a girl pregnant it was pretty
cut and dry - you married her. She was only eighteen and I was
nineteen... it was crazy.”
I did some quick math in my head... he seemed older than barely in his
thirties. Not THAT old but somehow more than 33 or so which is where he
would be based on his daughter’s age. He seemed to sense from my silence
what I was thinking.
“I know... I’m 36 and Dresden is 14... Well, Cathy lost the first one
just a month after we got married. I’ve also regretted that we didn't
get an annulment but I was too scared to ask for one. Stupidest thing I
ever did... or I guess didn’t do.”
His voice had dropped off to where I could barely hear him. I wasn't
sure what to say at this point so I just stayed quiet and let him carry
on at his own pace. He was quiet for a few minutes and then it was like
he just opened up.
“You know, I probably shouldn't be telling you this but I was ready to
divorce Cathy after a couple of years, We were way too young to be
married and it was getting to be too much but then she went and got
pregnant again. She claimed she was on the pill and it was an
accident... but I still think she did it to keep me from leaving her.”
“Wow... that wasn’t very nice of her,” I said softly under my breath.
Actually, I DID think it wasn’t very nice of her. For a woman to get
pregnant to trap a man was horrible. It showed me more what a decent man
Dan must be to “do the right thing” and stay with his wife all these
years to raise their kids.
“I don't know... it might not have been so bad but she gained a ton of
weight with Dresden and then it seemed with each kid it just added more.
Believe it or not, she use to look a lot like you when we were first
married you know, at least figure wise.”
“So you never cheated on her? Even after she let herself go?” I threw in
the last part in hopes it would make him feel all the more frustrate with
his wife, sort of a counterbalance to the potentially difficult question
I posed at the beginning. By now he was on a roll and he didn't even
hesitate before answering.
“No... have to admit I THOUGHT about it a few times but never have. It
would kill the kids and besides, I’ve got no choice with a mortgage and
debts up to my eyeballs.”
With that the game concluded and everyone started to run around.
Whatever mood had developed between Dan and me seemed to pop like a
balloon, especially when his wife started griping to us both about just
sitting around and not helping out. He looked at me and shrugged, as if
to say, “see what I mean?”
After that Dan seemed to avoid me for the next couple of weeks. Perhaps
he thought about what he had told me and was embarrassed. Then again,
maybe I’d stirred up a few things inside that frightened him and so he
was steering clear of me to keep them from developing further. Probably
a bit of both if my suspicions were correct. The one thing I did notice
was that he still looked at me whenever he thought I didn't notice – all
the more now if anything. This gave me hope and the courage to take a
little action on my own.
Chapter 5 – Pushing Him Over the Edge
=====================================
From all appearances, Dan was just the type of guy I was looking for. He
met all the qualifications in terms of age, marital status, family life
and such. Now he recently confirmed the next step in the process – he
was obviously dissatisfied with the way his life had turned out and how
things were at home now. Just like a tiny crack just needs a little
stress to suddenly stretch across the entire windshield, it was the same
with guys. Once they allowed their own “crack” to be revealed, all it
took was a little stress in the right place and it would open wide up.
When it came to applying the right “stress”, there’s none better than me!
The next Wednesday night I kept looking for another opportunity to get
close to Dan without drawing attention to us. It was about half-way
through the program when I saw him talking to his wife, looking quite
upset as she pointed his finger at him. Finally he threw his hands up
and I watched as he spun around and left the room. His wife seemed
exasperated and went back to whatever she was doing in the kitchen,
probably getting the snacks ready or something like that.
Realizing I probably had only a brief window of opportunity, I took
another door that led to the same hallway and looked around to see if I
could see where Dan had gone. I was about to give up when I saw
something moving at the end of the hallway where there was a large glass
window overlooking the parking lot. It looked like Dan so I quickly
undid two of my buttons on my blouse, allowing my cleavage show. My
jeans weren’t all that tight but they still showed off my ass well
enough.
“Is everything ok Dan?” I asked softly as I approached him. Dan turned
and when he saw it was me, he shrugged and kept his hands in his pockets.
“What can I say? Hey look Kelly, I’m sorry for dumping on you the other
night, I’m sure the last thing you want to hear about is some guy’s
marital problems.”
Little did he know that under the circumstances, actually that was the
FIRST thing I wanted to hear but I didn't say it. Instead, I moved up
closer to him, looking to see what response I could get before I made my
mind up which way to go with this. If he moved backward and put more
distance between us, THAT would not be a good sign and I would probably
have to revise my plans. However, he didn’t move back but rather just
stayed where he was. Not the BEST response but certainly a positive one.
The ball was in my court...
“You know, I saw the way you were looking at me earlier tonight.”
Dan’s face turned red and for a moment I thought maybe I’d gone too far
so I quickly added in, “It’s OK, I like it when you look at me that way.”
From the expression on his face, I think he believed THAT about as much
as he would had I offered to sell him some prime real estate in
Antarctica or something. I was about to mention something about him
looking at the other girls as well but decided at the last second not to
as it might embarrass him all the more. I already knew he did so having
him tell me himself wasn't all that important.
“You know... I was thinking about what you said about Cathy being the
only girl that ever put out for you. Don't you ever wish that you had
done it with another girl?”
Now he really looked at me with an odd expression. He was probably
trying to figure out where I was going with all this. Clearly he had
noticed my blouse and the way my boobs practically were falling out of my
blouse. The problem was, he seemed to be thinking I was just teasing or
otherwise playing with him.
“C’mon Kelly, what’s going on here?” he said, suddenly looking around,
“Is this some sort of practical joke? Did Cathy put you up to this?
Where are the cameras?”
“There’s no cameras, no joke and trust me, Cathy has NO idea I’m here
with you.”
“I don't understand...”
“Don't you Dan? Don't you know what you want right now?”
I wasn't going to unbutton any more of ,my blouse or go any further until
HE asked for it so I had to somehow get him to do something soon or this
would all just be for nothing – and probably ruin any chance of anything
in the future as well. He looked at me, unable to keep his eyes from
straying down where he had an excellent view of my boobs courtesy of my
wide open blouse.
“All you have to do is ask Dan,” I whispered to him in a husky voice,
“You didn't when you were in school and you’ve regretted it ever since.
Don't regret it now.”
Dan licked his lips subconsciously and I knew he was weakening. The
crack was starting to spread and once it started, there wasn't anything
he would be able to do to stop it.
Frank was looking over my head, down the hall, probably worried that
someone might come out and see us. We were a ways down so it wouldn't be
obvious even if someone did but I knew it wouldn’t hurt for us to get out
of sight as soon as possible.
“What are your trying to do? Why are you doing this?”
It was like someone told him that he had won the lottery but he couldn't
believe it. He had to know what I was trying to do – he was just so
conditioned after all these years that he couldn't believe it.
“All you have to do is ask Dan... all you have to do is ask.”
It wasn't like he would be doing something illegal like making a move on
one of those teenage girls back there that I knew in his heart he desired
– maybe even his own daughter under the right circumstances. His
marriage was a sham, forced upon him from the start by a stupid mistake
that should have been corrected but then was only made worse later on.
She would never know anyway so what was the harm? Still, I could see the
lust in his eyes but the way he had his lips pursed I knew he was
struggling with his conscience.
“Don't you want me Dan? You look at me like you do. Like I said, I like
the way you look at me that way... makes me feel good inside... VERY good
inside... do you know what I mean Dan?”
“What difference does it make, we can’t do anything here anyway.”
With those words the crack spread wide open. Yes, he wanted to do me but
now it was just a questions of logistics. Well, if he was worried about
having sex in church, he certainly didn't know me very well!
Chapter 6 – Dan Fucks Me in Church
==================================
“Let’s go in here,” I suggested, pointing to one of the darkened
classrooms.
As I expected, he didn’t argue but instead followed me in silently, as if
it were some sort of dream. The room was dim, just the dim glow from the
parking lot lights outside allowed us to see anything at all. I noticed
he shut the door behind him... good sign!
“I can’t believe this...,” he mumbled as he just stood there, his hands
back in his pockets as if he was afraid if he let them loose they might
start doing something on their own.
I moved up close to him until we were just an inch or so apart.
“Tell me Dan... does Cathy like to suck your dick?”
It was the most blatant question I’d asked so far and it seemed to catch
him off guard.
“No, she never has,” he stammered, “She says it’s dirty and only whores
do it.”
“Well Dan, I like to suck cock... does that mean I’m a whore?”
“Oh no, I didn't mean THAT!” he came back quickly, his voice a confusion
of doubt yet I could detect a trace of lust beginning to emerge.
“Did you know I liked to suck cock Dan?”
His expression was enough to make me almost laugh out loud. Something
told me my reputation had preceded me somewhat yet at the same time he
obviously didn't want to sound like he thought I was a “bad” girl – which
he probably did anyway.
“Ummmmm, I didn't know,” was all he could finally get out.
“Would you like me to suck your cock Dan?”
“Ummmmm...”
“All you have to do is ask you know.”
It was the moment of truth for Dan. After all these years of dreaming
about such a situation as this (although I doubted he had ever dreamed of
exactly THIS set of circumstances) the opportunity was upon him. Did he
cross the line or not? So far nothing more had been done that buttoning
two buttons wouldn't resolve. Even if we were caught in here now it
would be embarrassing (at least for him), but nothing criminal.
“Well Dan?”
I wasn't about to let him keep thinking about it TOO long. The element
of surprise was working in my favor up until now but soon the voice of
reason would regain control and it would be all over. It was a race
against time and so I kept pushing, hoping to get to the finish line
before the clock ran out.
“You really want to... you really want to give me a BJ?”
“No Dan, I would LOVE to give you a BJ!”
“Oh shit then.. do it.”
Before he could change his mind, I had my hands on his belt before the
last syllable had faded away. Fortunately, it as an easy one and soon I
had it undone along with his pants and zipper. I opened them apart and
saw he had his white jockey short underwear on underneath. The bulge
beneath them was unmistakable – there was little doubt that Dan’s DICK
was ready, even if the rest of him still wasn't quite so sure. Pulling
his elastic waist band out, I saw the head of his cock peaking up like a
snake in a hole, waiting for me to release it from its prison. A quick
tug down and it flopped out over his underwear.
“Mmmmmmm, you have a nice dick Dan,” I murmured, looking up at him and
our eyes met as I grabbed the shaft of his cock with my hand and just
held it for a moment.
Then, without any more fanfare, I took the head of his cock in my mouth
and let my tongue run around the smooth know and under the ledge that
encircled it.
“Oh god... that feels incredible,” he sighed and I could feel his dick
practically jumping in my mouth. It was crazy to have a guy this old
with three kids and know I was giving him his first blow job!
I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankle, giving me easier
access to his crotch. Damn, talk about a hairy guy! Not only was his
crotch a damn forest of pubic hair, it extended down his legs and up his
stomach as well. He was like some sort of black bear!
I cupped his balls with one hand while I took more of him in my mouth
with the other until finally I had all of him in my mouth, Not that it
anything for me to brag about - his dick was a little smaller than
average but it was hard like a steel pipe with a slight curve upwards
such that when he stood upright it pointed up to the ceiling like a
rocket ready to blast off at any second. Then, licking the side of his
shaft from top to bottom, I let my tongue work on his for a while, which
he obviously enjoyed.
“Oh my god... I can’t believe this!” he must have muttered a hundred
times if he did once.
It was nice to have a guy be so appreciative of a BJ. Heck, I didn't
even have to do anything too fancy with him – he was more than happy with
just the classic head bob with a little bit of a twist as I raised my
head up from his crotch. No doubt he would cum pretty quick and for a
moment I weighed the odds of him being able to cum again quickly at his
age. He was right at the breakpoint where guys started to really lose
their resilience. Dan could easily be a one-time guy, at least so far as
one evening went.
I considered asking him if he wanted to fuck me but then I didn't want to
go through the whole routine I’d just done in order for him to let me
suck his dick. Instead, I chose the classic approach, the one thing no
guy can resist when I ask him...
Rising up to my feet, still fully clothed, I held onto his dick like it
was leash and stood up on my toes to whisper in his ear, “I want you to
fuck me Dan.”
He seemed started at that but then what did he think we were going to do?
Sucking his dick was nice but it wasn't even technically adultery as it
wasn't sex. Noooooo, if he was going to cheat on his wife with me that
meant he had to fuck me – in some position somewhere.
He looked at me wide-eyed, his breathing shallow and his face flushed as
I held onto his dick and squeezed it gently.
“Don't you want to fuck me Dan?”
Well, I’d like to see him say no to that! Actually, I wouldn't but it’s
just a saying. Here he was, in a darkened Sunday School room with his
pants around his ankles and the hands of a girl ten years younger than
him wrapped around his cock, still wet from having just been in her
mouth. For the first time in his life he felt a girl’s mouth around his
cock and now here she was, offering herself to him for the ultimate
prize.
“May the Lord forgive me for saying this but yes... yes I do,” he was
barely able to get out. It was good enough for me!
We didn't have a lot of time as sooner or later someone was going to
wonder where we were. This was going to be a case of him fucking me in
one position and getting off pretty fast. That wasn’t so bad in that as
horny as he was now, he probably wouldn’t be able to last very long, let
alone swapping positions all around. I pulled my jeans down below my
knees, revealing to him that there was nothing between me and them. His
eyes widened as he stared at my bare pussy.
“Do you like it?” I purred, rubbing myself slowly for him with one hand
as I grabbed his dick again with my other.
Damn, he was so hard I was afraid he might burst!
“You can touch it of you want.”
He didn't seem sure at first but then the temptation was too great for
him and he reached out and just cupped my crotch at first, as if he
wasn't sure what to do.
“Ever feel a shaved pussy before Dan?”
He shook his head, not saying a word as he started to work up more
courage to begin exploring me with his fingers. I felt one trying to
push its way into me gingerly.
“It’s OK Dan, you can put it in me.”
I leaned back against a chair which thrust my hips forward, making it
easier for him to reach under my crotch and push his finger into me. If
he wasn’t so old I would have thought it was like a teenage boy feeling
his first pussy. It was sort of cute but time was running short and I
wanted something besides his finger in me – something thicker and
stiffer.
“Wouldn't you rather put you dick in me Dan?” I whispered in a low voice,
trying to be as sultry as possible, “I want you to fuck me Dan... I want
your dick in me now.”
With us both standing up he seemed unsure of how to proceed so I turned
around and leaned forward, suing the chair back for support again as I
spread my legs apart of pushed my butt up and out.
“You can fuck me from behind, OK?”
Looking over my shoulder at Dan, he was holding his dick but not exactly
rushing to put it in me as I had asked. Then it dawned on me...
“Have you ever done it this way before?”
He shook his head and mumbled so I barely heard him, “Noooooo, Cathy only
wants to do it one way.”
He didn't say WHICH was but I assumed it was missionary. Hey, nothing
wrong with that. In fact, I loved to be fucked that way when a man was
about to cum so we could kiss and I could look into his eyes as he
released himself inside of me. It also made me feel more feminine and
secure to be under him as he came, sort of like submitting myself to him
I guess.
“Well, here’s your chance to do something different,” I responded, not
mentioning that he would also be doing SOMEONE different as well. It was
hard to believe that he had never had sex with anyone but his wife –
EVER. I couldn't even imagine being with only one guy!
I could feel Dan’s dick rubbing against my butt and then down between my
legs as he tried to get it into position. Using one hand to hold myself
up, I reached between my legs with the other and took the head of his
dick between two fingers and rubbed it against me so it slipped between
my pussy lips and up against my pussy hole. All it needed now was for
Dan to push but he just held himself there. Was he feeling a little
guilty now, maybe having second thought? Well, we hadn’t come this far
to stop now!
“It’s OK Dan, you can do it... you know this is what you want, what
you’ve always wanted.”
He stood behind me for a few more seconds, one hand on each of my bare
hips with his cock pushing up against my pussy, hard enough to holds it
in place but not quite enough to slip inside of me. I wiggled my ass a
little, trying to help him in me and it seemed to be working as I felt
the tip of his cock push just a little into me and the his head seemed to
just pop into me on its own.
“That’s it Dan, you can do it... push it all the way in me...I want all
of you in me Dan.”
“Oh god...,” he groaned as I felt his grip on my hips tighten and then
the wonderful feel of his dick as he pushed it into me.
Whether he was groaning because he felt good or because he couldn't
believe what he was doing, I don't know and at that po9int I didn't care.
All I knew was how good it felt to have his adulterous cock filling me
up, feeling so incredibly good as he pushed it deeper and deer until
finally I felt all that hair around the base of his dick against my
smooth bare ass.
“Holy smoke, you’re so tight... and so wet,” he moaned as he started to
do what comes natural – stroking himself in and out of me slowly.
His hands had moved from my hips and were now massaging my ass, one on
each cheek now as he played with my butt as he fucked me.
“Your dick feels so good in me Dan... Mmmmmmm, I love it in me.”
I wasn't embellishing anything – his cock DID feel good in me and now I
was using my free hand to play with my clit. He reached around me with
his right hand and cupped my boob through my blouse, then reaching under
it from the top as with it unbuttoned and me bending over as I was it was
hanging plenty low enough for him to easily feel me up. He pinched my
nipple between his fingers and it made my entire boob tingle.
As Dan continued to fuck me, a steady rhythm now as he pumped away from
behind me, I was rubbing myself faster, trying to make myself cum before
he did. I thought about his wife, just down the hall doing who knows
what, totally clueless that her husband’s cock was inside another girl’s
pussy for the first time. In a way, I almost wished she would suddenly
come in and see him, to see the lust in his eyes and the groans he was
making as he pumped his dick in and out of my tight pussy.
It was the idea of seeing her face as she realized what her husband was
doing that did it for me. Sure I loved his dick in me, I loved the way
he was squeezing my boobs, and I really loved the way my fingers were
stimulating my clit; but it was the thought of Cathy seeing all this that
sent me over the edge and made me cum. The thought of her realizing how
much more her husband loved fucking me than her. The thought of her
seeing him fuck me from behind, something he had never done with her. I
wanted her to see him cum in me, to mate me and give me the sperm that
was rightfully hers but which she didn't deserve.
“I’m cumming Dan... Oh god you’re making me cum!”
Well, it didn't hurt to build up his ego along the way so why mention
what REALLY was making me cum? Besides, his dick WAS a major factor as I
felt my orgasm surge through me, causing my pussy to clamp down on his
cock like I was having a contraction. Apparently that was all he needed
as I felt him change his rhythm and push himself all the way in me and
start to cum in me, each burst of cum at the end of a smaller thrust that
pushed him even deeper in me at just the right moment. Mmmmmmm, it made
my orgasm even better to feel the gentle warmth of his cum in me and then
fade away, only to be followed by yet another.
As soon as he finished I stood up, causing his dick to pull out of me and
I quickly turned and bent me knees so I could get his cum-covered cock in
my mouth. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good when it was coated with our cum.
His cum dominated but I could also taste myself on him. Reaching down, I
scooped up the cum that was dripping now from my pussy and put it to my
mouth, looking up so he could see me licking it off my fingers. He just
stared at me the entire time, as if he couldn't come up with the words to
describe how he was feeling at that moment.
Standing up, I licked another finger covered with cum as I grinned
naughtily at him.
“Does Cathy like to suck you after you fuck her?”
Dan was still panting from his exertions but he managed to shake his head
and answer, “Noooooo, she would never do that.”
Sheesh, and women wonder why their men aren’t satisfied with sex? No
blowjobs, missionary only, no after-fuck sucking... sounded like it
wasn't all that much fun.
Now that he had cum, it was like whatever hold I had over him was broken
and the realization of what we had done suddenly dawned on him. His face
looked pale and he started to stutter and stammer as he pulled his
underwear and pants back up and tucked in his shirt. Meanwhile, I looked
around for something to clean myself off so it would look like I wet my
jeans when I pulled them back up.
“Do you have a handkerchief Dan?”
He automatically reached in his pocket and handed me one. I don't think,
though, he realized what I wanted it for as his eyes widened when he say
me put it between my legs and wipe the mess off me that he had left
behind. When I was done I folded it so the cum was inside and handed it
back to him.
“Thanks so much. Here you... a souvenir.”
He took it but didn't seem to know what to do with it as I pulled my
jeans up and buttoned my blouse. He looked around as if hunting for a
garbage can but then seemed to think better of it and finally just pushed
it down into his pocket again. Something told me that this was one
handkerchief that wasn't going to make it to the laundry pile!
“That felt good Dan... did you like fucking me?”
“Ummmmm yes... what have I done?”
“It’s OK Dan... you know it’s what you wanted to do.”
“Yeah but if Cathy ever finds out... she’ll kill me... I'll lose
everything... the kids... my job...”
“Well, I certainly won’t tell her so how will she ever find out?”
“She’ll know.. somehow I know she’ll just know.”
I took his hand but he pulled back.
“OK, so I wanted it but that doesn't make it right... oh god.. now what
am I going to do?”
I started for the door and turned, motioning for him to follow me.
“Well, I HOPE you’ll remember this next time you’re with her. Now we
better get back before someone wonders where we went.”
He caught up to me before we were in the hallway. Grabbing me by the
shoulders, he turned me around so he could face me.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said all those thing. It WAS wonderful...
and yes, it is something I'll never forget but Kelly... we can NEVER do
this again... OK?”
I didn't bother telling him that it really didn't matter if he wanted to
or not as we would never do it again anyway but it made it easier this
way. My mission was accomplished. No matter what he might say now, when
he was fucking me I knew he loved it – the penis never lies!
I let him go back first and then I followed a few minutes later, coming
in from a different door so it wouldn't look like we had been together.
I saw Dan talking to his daughter and smiled. I wonder if she could
smell me on her daddy? He hadn’t cleaned up and the scent of sex had to
be overpowering. I thought about warning him to go to the restroom and
washing off a little before he saw his wife. Dresden might not recognize
the smell but I didn't think Cathy would miss it. Then again, the odds
of him hugging Cathy and being as close to her like he was with his
daughter right now we’re probably pretty remote so I just let it go.
Dan never said a word to me the rest of the evening. In fact, he never
came within a few feet of me. Still, before the night was over and he
was putting on his coat to leave, he liked over at me and smiled briefly.
As I saw him walk out with his daughter, his wife a little behind, I
wondered how he would feel tonight when he was in bed with Cathy. I
think I had a pretty good idea!
THE END