Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 20:18:51 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: What She Sees in Him

                       WHAT SHE SEES IN HIM
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Standing under the tree in the heavily pouring rain, I watched Quinn
Federlin pull his car up to the roadside, kill the engine, then quickly got
out and raced up the steps to his front door and, safe under the small
porch there, unlocked the door and went inside. I didn't move for another
five minutes, I had to get my courage up, enough to face him. Quinn
Federlin. The man my wife was having an affair with. What did she see in
him? That was why I was there.
     Wet and cold and miserable, I walked up the sidewalk to knock on
Quinn's door. I'd been waiting for him to get home for two hours, and the
wind was blowing the rain sideways, making my umbrella less than useless. I
was soaking wet, bitterly cold, and coldly bitter. Just the right frame of
mind to knock on the door of the man who's been sleeping with your wife,
isn't it?
     I knocked on the door and his answer was the overconfident one I'd
come to expect from him. "Come on in! Door's unlocked!" I could have been a
murderer, I could have been a robber, I could have been...I could have been
a cuckolded husband out to confront the man who had seduced his wife!
     So I opened the door and there he was, lounging across on his
couch. He'd been home less than five minutes before I'd knocked, but where
I was dripping water off every surface of my body, he was dry and
comfortable, wearing only a loose tanktop t-shirt and a looser pair of
shorts, his sunlamp-bronzed body a golden toned flawless beauty of
well-formed and well-exercised muscles, his entire demeanor was of
supremacy in every way and every thing. He looked at me, the poor, wet,
miserable husband of one of his harem, and said, "Raymond, hey, what's up?"
One hand reached up and wended its way through the healthy shock of shiny,
lustrous brown hair, all wavy and impossible to disarrange no matter how
his fingers threaded through the perfectly coiffed strands.
     "I came...." I said and choked. "I came to speak to you about Karen."
     "What about her?" Quinn gestured at a chair next to the couch. "Take a
load off. You want a beer? A cup of coffee? Or maybe a sponge to blot
yourself up with?" And he smirked, his teeth showed in fine, white, even
lines of dental perfection.
     "I'm fine." I said, though I wasn't. I could have used a hot drink.
     "So, get it over with. What about Karen?" He really didn't care, I
realized. He knew why I was here, and he didn't care.
     "I...I don't want to lose her, Quinn. I know you can take her from me,
and I just wanted to say, I don't want to lose her." I had to get it out,
but begging this man, this handsome, powerful, muscular, overly virile man,
to give up my wife for me, was choking me, not at my throat, but throughout
my entire body.
     "Lose her? To me? Man, I don't want her!" He said to my surprise.
     "You don't?" I was oddly relieved and happy at that. One thing to have
your wife cheat on you, another to find her the love-toy of
this...this...what was he, anyhow?
     "If you don't want her," I went on, "then why did you and
she...connect?"
     Quinn gave out a loud barking laugh. "Dude, she was there, that was
how! I went into the bar, and looked around, and there she was. All there
was to it. So I took her."
     He was completely unashamed of himself. I couldn't understand
it. Karen was ready to leave me for this guy and he thought of her
like...like toilet paper! Something to use and throw away and never think
about again! "I don't understand you." I said, the first thing that came
out easy that evening.
     "What's to get?" he said. "I like to fuck, and when I do, I take what
I want to. What's the problem with that? You worried about me stealing your
wife, I tell you I don't intend to steal her and wouldn't marry her even if
she did divorce you. I don't need her, I got plenty of women, I can get any
woman I want. So sure, I'll give her up for you. So what's the problem?"
     How did he do it? How did he seduce all these women? I'd heard of his
exploits many times before, I didn't doubt his claim that he could get any
woman he wanted, I knew he'd gotten Karen because it was her turn to be
gotten by him, nothing else. My marriage was safe...until he wanted her
again. How, how could this man cut such a wide swath of sexual conquest
through my neighborhood, through my town, so easily?
     So I thought all this, and I burst out with the question. "How do you
do it, Quinn? How can you take so many women, so easily? What's your
secret?"
     "Secret?" Quinn burst out in laughter. "Hell, man, there's no secret!
Anybody can get anyone they want." He looked over at me and said, "Me, I
want sex all the time. So I get in the mood, I just reach out and take the
closest person around."
     "But...but how do you do it? How can you just seduce anyone on
command?" I couldn't believe this, Quinn had to have some secret and if I
could learn it, I could stop him from ever taking Karen from me.
     "It's the easiest thing in the world." Quinn said. "One word does
it. Confidence."
     "Confidence?"
     "Yeah. If you're confident you can get the person, and act on it,
that's all it takes."
     "I don't believe that!" I scoffed, I was becoming bolder the longer I
talked to this arrogant, arrogant bastard. Karen would see through him,
especially if he dumped her and then tried to approach her again, like he
said he was going to do.
     "Sure. I could take you if I wanted to." Quinn said.
     "You could not!"
     Quinn didn't hear me. He was looking at me, a gaze that was
surprisingly...penetrating. Cutting right through me. "Yeah." He said in a
tone so soft I barely heard him. "I could do you easy."
     The words, because they were so soft, slid into my brain in a way that
a shout never could have. I felt almost...hypnotized. I sat there, still
wet and soggy, as Quinn rose from the couch and stood before me. His hands
went out, and still dazed, I took his hands in mine and rose from the chair
and when I was up, the hands fled mine and went around me and closed the
space between us and his lips reached for mine. I felt...helpless and
unable to resist as he kissed me, and my lips moved themselves to interlock
with his and I was kissing him back and he thrust his body closer still to
mine and his chest crushed against mine and then his groin ground into my
own and his erection was obvious and hard and it writhed against my lower
abdomen, just above my own organ, which was still flaccid, but...no, not
still limp, it was stiffening, and I felt no ability to choose what it did
or why it let itself respond to this man, this rude, heartless, arrogant
man, he'd use me and cast me aside, and somehow, right then, it just didn't
matter to me at all.
     And his lips left mine and kissed his way over my cheek and down my
neck, and I just tilted my head to the side and I groaned and now my cock
was hard and painful in the cramped area of my still-soaking-wet briefs.
     But Quinn's hand reached into my pants, forcing its way past the
waistband and belt at the top and then under the elastic and into my crotch
area, and his fingers caught my cock and freed it from its twisted pain,
and when he did, it was like he freed me from the pain of my damaged
marriage, the pain of my feelings of inadequacy with my wife that would
stray from our marriage to join with this man, and the pain even of being
wet and cold for so long as I waited for him to come home.
     "Yeah, man, you're good and hard." Quinn whispered in my ear, a husky,
heavy, liquid voice that poured into my brain like molasses and coated my
common sense with its thick sweetness. "Mmm, I bet you can make me feel
really good with that dong of yours, couldn't you?"
     "Yeah." My voice didn't say that, exactly, it just gave a sort of
affirmative squeak, high-pitched as a gerbil.
     Quinn chuckled, a rich, forgiving sound, and he said, "Let's get you
out of those wet clothes and you can show me you mean that."
     My clothes clung to me like a second skin, peeling them away was like
being born anew. Quinn discarded his own minimal clothing in no time and he
helped me fight the battle of my own soaked and reluctant garb, pushing me
back onto the chair and wrestling my shoes and socks off, peeling my pants
down my legs and wrenching the briefs from my groin, until I was as naked
as he.
     When he was done, he again gave me his hands and when I took them he
led me like a child into his bedroom. The bed was just a bed, I'd imagined
a wild seduction chamber, but it was as ordinary as a ten-dollar
toaster. The bed wasn't even made, the coverings were a tangled cloth-snake
on top of the wrinkled sheets.
     But Quinn placed me on that bed and I laid back on the pillow, smelled
on this pillow and sheets the aroma of how many, many nights of sweaty sex
it had borne, and that was like an aphrodisiac to me, I was only the latest
of his conquests, but this was MY time in the bed! And when Quinn laid
himself beside me, I growled and grabbed him!
     "And that's my secret." he told me before I locked my lips on him and
kissed him hard, my tongue diving into his mouth and his plunging into
mine. I sucked on that moist organ and it was coated with the nectar of the
gods, and his hand grabbed my cock and my own fumbled and found and grabbed
his.
     We jerked on each other, nothing soft or romantic about it, it was a
frantic, spasmodic movement of our hands, we were mauling each other's
organs with our hands, but I was too horny to care even when his motions
caused my cock pain.
     But Quinn grunted once and said, "Okay, man, let's get this into a 69,
because I need some dick to suck on after all those cunts I've been
licking."
     I couldn't squirm around fast enough to get to his cock. Quinn was
ludicrously endowed, a solid ten inches of hard male prong (no wonder I'd
felt it rubbing on my stomach before) and it was mine, all mine! I dove
onto his prick the way I always wanted Karen to work on mine and she never
did, with my mouth loaded with my saliva, my teeth carefully held at bay,
and most of all, my entire mouth wanting all of him as deep as I could
drive him!
     Quinn did a good job on my cock but I outperformed him just the same,
I was diving on him with a speed and agility borne of my fierce hunger to
possess this man, to take all of him. I was giving this arrogant stud a
dose of his own medicine, loving him so well that he was losing all
control, and he gave up, let go of my cock and just moaned as I got onto
all fours to work him better, feeding at him like a dog working over his
bowl of food, hard chomping motions of my head and neck up and down,
gulping as I went, and Quinn moaned, squirmed under me, I had this
beautiful man writhing under me, and then he groaned, his hips thrust
upwards at me and then he was exploding into my mouth, hot heavy splatters
of come gushing up into my mouth, the flavor of it was the flavor of pure
male fertility and I was feeding on it, I swallowed it and sucked more out
when the flood faltered and then I was working on a deflating dong and then
it was a weak, limp flap of flesh unworthy of a proper stud.
     "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" Quinn moaned. "You are fucking
insatiable, aren't you? I have never had a blowjob that fucking intense!
You knew just what to do to me, ah, shit!"
     I slapped my cock on his face and he smiled again, said, "Oh, yeah,
you need some more attention, don't you?" And he sucked my cock back into
his mouth.
     He was good, and I was enjoying it but then he let go and said, "Now,
man, I'm going to slick you up a bit more, then I want you to jam this hard
mother into my ass. I've been fucking for so long, and the women all
moaning so much, I got to find out what it's like. And you're the man to
give it to me."
     He licked my cock and I got so hard I couldn't stand it, it wasn't his
tongue, it was the thought that I was going to get to fuck this man, this
beautiful man, this perfect man, and he wanted me to fuck him.
     When he let go I scrambled around like that dog, this time about to
mount a bitch...or another male dog submissive to him. And Quinn lifted
those beer-keg-sized thighs of his up and spread his legs wide and his
hands rose, again beckoning me to him.
     I lay my body down on top of him and those hands reached down to guide
and feed my prick into his ass. I found that hole and I pushed at it and
Quinn gasped, his hands now on my back convulsed. "Hey, man, easy, take it
easy. I'm a pure virgin here."
     Such a man, a virgin? Yes, in this way, he could be virgin. But not
for much longer. I settled for a slow, gentle, insistent motion, and Quinn
moaned and his ass gave way slowly, slowly, to my prick's persistent
pressure. Then, there was a sort of popping feeling and my cock slid in a
few inches.
     "Oh, man, oh, God!" Quinn groaned. "Shit, man, that's hurting so
fucking much!"
     "So do the women, the first time." I reminded him. "But they get to
loving it."
     "I know." Quinn grunted. "I'm not asking you to stop. Just go easy,
man!"
     And I resumed my slow pushing into his ass. Quinn groaned a few more
times, then he sort of gasped and I felt a bit of his insides pressing
against my glans. "Oh, shit, man, that's doing it!" Quinn breathed. "Push
it in a bit more."
     I did and he groaned again. "Ah, yeah, man, that's it, that's got it!
You found my fucking butt-clit!"
     I pushed in a little further, and I had my cock in pretty far. I had
some inches to go, but I had Quinn moaning in pleasure, that was all I
wanted for now. I began to fuck him, slow movements at first, barely
pulling back and forth an inch with each stroke, but as I moved, Quinn
began to groan more and his ass began to let up on the killer clench it had
on my prong. As he loosened up, I began to fuck in deeper and moved more.
     Before long, I was making long strokes in and out of Quinn's butt, and
he was clutching me desperately and moaning with every stroke. I watched
this man, this powerful god-among-men, and he was lying under me like my
wife, moaning like my wife did when I made love to her, moaning like a
woman...like my woman! Quinn was my woman now!
     And with that, I again began like a man possessed, I began to thrust
in and out of Quinn faster and faster, I moved and grabbed his legs and
hauled him upwards and rose up onto the balls of my feet and with my back
arched over him, I began to rabbit-fuck him and Quinn was more than moaning
now, he was letting out howls of joy and rapture at every thrust, and his
cock was hard again and he had one hand pumping at it as I fucked his butt.
     My own orgasm assailed my senses, I had this man in ecstasy and I
couldn't bear it any more, I had to come, and I yanked my cock out of his
ass, letting him fall to the bed and me squatting over him and my own hand
jerked my prick and I exploded all over his stomach and chest, and as I
did, Quinn threw back his head and moaned and he again spurted jizz out of
his cock, a second orgasm and he added his spunk to mine and I finished and
sagged down onto my knees and then down onto Quinn's body and all that jism
on his body was smeared onto me as well.
     I feebly sought out his lips and kissed and Quinn kissed me back, two
men exhausted and spent, we gave each other these kisses as a form of
saying thank you without words, of saying it was good, of saying that we
had pleased each other.
     We got dressed in a sort of semi-embarrassed silence, I don't think
Quinn had expected it to be as intense a session as it was. When I had
managed to pull my wet clothes on, I turned to Quinn, now back on his couch
and he'd regained most of his composure.
     "So, Raymond, now do you see what I mean? I can get any woman I want,
so if you don't want me to touch your wife again, then I won't, no big
deal."
     "Yeah. Thanks." I said to him. "And thanks for showing me your
secret."
     "You were a hell of a fast learner." Quinn said. "When I took you to
bed, I hadn't planned to get fucked by you." He shook his head. "Still
don't know how that happened, but hell, it was fucking awesome. I'm still
tingling in my ass from it."
     "Glad you enjoyed it." I said to him.
     "We're going to have to do that again some time."
     "Yeah. Sure. Whenever you want." I said. But my mind and heart was on
my wife. All mine again. All mine!
     But two nights later, I was sitting in my chair with my wife on the
couch, the two of us watching television, and there was a knock at our
door. I went to answer it and it was Quinn. The cockiness of the man was
gone, in its place was...a sort of hunger.
     He didn't even say hello, what he said was, "I have to see you again.
Ever since that time, it's like I don't want anyone else, I don't want to
be with anyone else. I went to the bar last night to pick up a woman and
none of them appealed to me, none of them at all. I kept thinking of you.
Just you. You've touched something in me, Raymond, something I just can't
live without anymore. Can we do it, Raymond? Can we do it now?"
     And as simple as that, it was done. I moved out of my house and in
with Quinn. And when we walk down the street together, all the women that
he had loved see us and I can hear them saying of Quinn, "Whatever does he
see in him?"
     I could tell them what he sees in me. But I don't think they'd believe
it.
                             THE END
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