Betrayal and Redemption

This is a work of fiction and does not relate to actual events. While some authentic geographical points may appear, any person, building, event, or descriptions of those places are completely fictitious. Issues such as proper birth control and STD prevention are incorporated without specific mention. No one under 18 engages in sex.

Each episode should be freestanding, but reading in order allows the reader to follow the character development better. In Part 2, Joe established a new life in Denver. He met an older woman, and they had sex. She recommended him to other women her age and Joe becomes a bull.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Joe heard the sonorous tones of the doorbell echo inside the mansion. He was at the mostly empty home of Gwen Sampson, a 48-year-old woman, for a night of sex.

Carol referred him to Ms. Sampson. "Her divorce became final a month ago. You'll enjoy this. Her ex-husband was your former boss." It wasn't the man he nearly decked, but that man's boss and one of three company owners. The idea still appealed to him because the owners allowed the idiot to exist.

"Good evening, Mr. Ferguson," she purred as the door opened. She stood with her left hand on her hip and her body in a position that emphasized her large tits. Simple silver and gold rings without jewels adorned her fingers. Her sparkling silver dress with a deep V barely covered her nipples and extended to the floor.

Her face shone with a luminous desire that mesmerized him. Her smile spread from ear to ear. He spotted a few laugh lines and crow's feet around her eyes and her forehead. He liked that her beauty was natural and not Botoxed like some women her age. The subtle scent of her lavender perfume reached him as he watched her.

She held a glass of champagne in her right hand. Diamond earrings that covered her earlobes reflected the fading light from the sun. Their value probably would pay his salary for a year.

Through the large front window, he watched as the sunset bled across the distant Rocky Mountain peaks. The day had been chilly, so he put a coat over his suit jacket. He discarded the jacket in his car.

"You can call me Joe," he said. He stepped inside and closed the door. Per her instructions, he wore his nicest suit with a red and blue striped power tie. His cordovan oxfords reflected the light from the chandelier in the foyer. She wanted to go dancing before they had sex.

She turned to face him. Her eyes narrowed and her look intensified. She bit her bottom lip. "I hear you are the best bull available in Denver. Car..."

He stopped her with a gesture and stepped toward her. "No names. No money. Donate to Scouting programs instead. Cover my costs for the evening and we're good."

Her face changed to a more somber look. "I heard you were altruistic. I'm the kind of woman who pays for what I want. How about free use of my condo at Aspen once a month for the next year?"

He lifted one side of his mouth in a faint smile. "If that is what you want, I'd be a fool to turn you down. I love the outdoors. Nothing on the record."

Her smile broadened and her body arched like a cat. "Consider it done. I'm told you can make me forget my name. I hope so, because I haven't been fucked senseless in years."

He chuckled. "Part of the service." He shrugged.

"Not to brag. Very few women want to stop. I limit my time with each woman to two dates. I need to share the wealth, so to speak."

She threw her head back and laughed. Long and loud. "That's what I like," she said with a wide grin when she finally recovered. "No false modesty.

"I'm told you don't drink booze. I've got water and soft drinks available."

He shook his head. "Later."

She drew her bottom lip into her mouth before she opened slightly and licked her lips seductively. She directed a steady gaze at Joe with her eyes narrowed and the head tilted slightly to the side. A knowing smile played across her lips.

"Seeing you, I've changed my mind. Right now, I just want to fuck. We don't need a prelude to warm us up."

She drained her glass, turned and set it on a side table. Her hips swayed like a runway model as she stepped toward the curtain covering one wall. Pulling it back, she entered a six-digit code into a keypad. Double doors slid open, one in each direction.

Crooking her finger at him, she went inside. The doors shut with a whoosh behind him.

The room inside was lush, with a white carpet and pastel walls. On the walls hung paintings he recognized from a recent trip to an art gallery. Only two dimmed wall sconces and two dimmed side table lamps lit the room. It was designed for sex in low light and unknown scents that spoke of desire and attraction.

The room contained several sofas and chairs in pastel colors. One sofa was made into a bed. Dark wood cabinets flanked the sides.

She turned back toward him near the couch, reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. She let it move at a glacial place down her body before it pooled at her feet. Her black, lacy bra and panties probably cost more than Joe's suit. His prick paid attention as her body moved effortlessly.

He closed the space between them in two strides, cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into him. He kissed her hard. Her mouth tasted of champagne and craving.

Her hands went to his belt. "Not yet," he commanded. "Unless you want it over the couch or some other place." She finished undoing his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. She drew her breath in when she saw the size of the bulge in his boxers.

"I don't care," she whined. "You are overdressed. I want to taste you first."

She pushed his jacket off and onto the white carpet, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. She left the tie on and pulled him toward the sofa. She caressed his hard pecs and pinched his nipples.

"Car...Sorry. The woman who referred you said you work out. She wasn't kidding."

"I deliver what I promise. No more, no less."

He spun her around, unclipped the bra and pulled her against him. His hard cock pressed between her cheeks. He pinched a nipple, and she exhaled sharply.

He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, and carried her to the bed. "On your hands and knees."

His sizable fingers pushed the thong to one side and sank into her pussy. "Ahhhhh," she gasped.

"Good and wet already," he snickered. He reached into his pocket and extracted a condom, laying it on the cabinet top.

"You won't need that. The important plumbing is gone."

He loved this view. A willing woman ready to receive his attention. Her curves made his cock rock hard. Her already wet pussy and her winking ass beckoned.

He ran his hand up the side of her thighs and over the curve of her ass. He popped her once with the back of his hand. She whimpered.

"Fuck," she hissed as he dragged a finger up her slit and found her clit. He circled it several times while she trembled.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now."

"Nah. I want to taste you first."

Joe flipped her onto the sofa and spread her legs. He gave her one long lick. She pushed against his face. "Jesus H. Christ," she whimpered.

"More. Don't stop."

"What?"

Her eyes wild, she repeated her request. Her breath came out in ragged bursts. "More. Much more. Please."

He bent over her again and inhaled her musky aroma. "Wonderful," he murmured gleefully.

He added his fingers and pushed them inside her, finding that sensitive spot. His tongue explored her folds and her clit until she came hard and fast. Her language would embarrass the lumberjacks he grew up with.

He backed off to let her recover slightly. "Round two."

Between breaths, she spat out the words. "I want to taste you first."

She pulled down his boxers and took Joe into her mouth. The heat of her mouth nearly knocked him off his feet.

"Fuck, Gwen." He struggled to keep control as she used her advanced skills. She paused whenever he got close to unloading.

"I give as good as I get. Hang on," she said as she pulled away, a long string of his pre-cum and her saliva hanging between her mouth and the tip of his cock.

When Joe got close, he pushed her head away, turned her 180 degrees and positioned himself between her legs. He teased her opening with his cock, feeling her moistness coat him. She lunged toward him and he slipped inside.

"Fuck," she whimpered, rolling her hips. "I thought the woman I talked to exaggerated. She didn't."

"Without using names, what did the women say?" He leaned down to kiss her neck and nip an earlobe.

"You are gifted. Knowledgeable. You pay attention." She nipped at his neck. "I'm told you do dirty, nasty things when asked courteously."

"That is what you want? Dirty things?"

She looked at him with eyes dark with craving. "Dirty, nasty things.

"Open the top drawer. You'll see what I mean."

He pulled out a tube of lube and a dildo bigger than him. "I see. Just to be sure. This is what you want?"

She nodded and seconded it with her eyes. Reaching for the lube, she pushed a small bit onto her hands.

He picked up the condom, tore it open and put it on. "Better safe than sorry."

She lathered the lube onto the condom and handed him the tube. He pulled her hips up to put the dildo in her pussy.

He squirted the lube on his first two fingers and inserted his middle finger slowly into her ass. "Holler if it's too much."

She pushed back against his finger. "It won't be. I like kinky anal sex." He added his second finger to stretch the sphincter. She whimpered and moaned each time he moved inside her.

He lined his cock with her hole. "Ready for dirty sex?"

"No words. Fuck me."

He pushed in slowly. The heat of her ass stretching around his cock was fantastic. "Fuck. That's tight and good."

"Fucking means moving," she ordered. He obeyed, setting a pace that made her clutch at the covers. Each time he thrust inside her, he pushed the dildo in and out. He soon found a steady rhythm that brought meaningless babble from her lips.

"Fuck. Yes. Right there. Again."

"Fuck," he yelled as he unloaded inside the condom. She lay face down on the bed, her body heaving as she tried to breathe.

They never went dancing that night. Before they retired to her bedroom, he fucked her in missionary and doggie styles until their bodies dripped sweat. Slipping and sliding their skin against each other as they changed positions.

As a nightcap, his tongue and fingers didn't stop working on her for over an hour. Circling, fucking her deep in her pussy and ass, flicking her clit. Bringing her to the edge before backing off. Using his hands on her body to keep her excitement at fever pitch. He only stopped to drink water and make sure she did too.

It was after one before they went to sleep. They finished the morning with her riding him doggy style.

They were so exhausted they napped for nearly an hour before they got up and dressed. "You fucked me senseless. Don't be a stranger," she said as she kissed him goodbye. "I've got one more time coming."

Saturday, May 19, 2013

Joe waited at Gwen's chalet in Aspen for his date to arrive around six. She owned a large law firm that specialized in arbitration services. She was flying from Dallas to Aspen Airport in her company's jet.

Friday was slow. He left early, drove to Gwen's chalet and stayed the night. In the morning, he hiked for several hours where little snow existed.

After lunch, he took a brief nap, prepped a broccoli chicken casserole, and showered and shaved. He was making a Mediterranean salad and snapping fresh string beans when April Brennan knocked on the door.

Joe had learned to pre-screen the women after a married woman tricked him into a night with her. She had contacted him while Carol was out-of-town visiting her daughter in Los Angeles. She used Carol's name.

Joe didn't find out she was cheating on her husband until he talked to Carol on Monday night at the gym. On Friday night, a man showed up at the gym and asked for Joe. Carol let them use the office.

The man's forehead furrowed and his face was wrinkled and flushed. His lips were tight and his eyes were intense.

"My name is Roger Steward." He removed a studio portrait from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"Do you know this person? This is Pam. She is my wife. I have reason to suspect she is cheating on me. Did you sleep with her?"

Joe kept a bland face. He could take this man, but that was only as a last option. He spoke in a calm, friendly voice.

"I never talk about my social life. However, I can confirm I've seen the woman."

Roger smiled grimly. "I have several friends whom you may know such as Gwen Sampson. I know you've slept with her because we're good friends. She is as appalled as I am. She said you can call her and confirm our conversation. Knowing my wife the way I do, means to me that if you confirm you recognize her, it means you've slept with her."

He held out his hand to stop Joe's response. "I have plenty of other proof. I was hoping you might give me an insight into why Pam cheats on me."

Joe pondered for a short time. "Let me tell you a hypothetical story. There is a young man who is known for his sexual prowess. He never seeks older women out. They are referred to him by other old women he knows.

"Again, completely a hypothetical instance, let's say a woman says she was referred to this man by a woman the man trusts completely. His woman friend is not available to confirm her story, so he goes ahead. After the fact, he discovers the woman he's slept with lied to him.

"That is the best I can do. In no way am I confirming or denying that I've slept with Pam."

Roger nodded. "I catch your drift. It jibes with other information I've gathered. I realize now that I spent so many hours trying to provide for my family that I neglected my family. I'm hoping that we counseling I can rebuild my marriage, but it may be too late.

"Maybe after my divorce becomes final, you can match me with some women. I won't make the same mistake again.

"One more thing," Joe said. "If I ever hear you've been violent toward your wife, I will find you and you will be sorry."

"I won't. I'm not built that way. "

"Don't forget your promise," Joe said as they parted. "I mean every word."

Because of the charade, and in response to the women's request, Joe changed his process. Rather than two single dates, he offered the option of a full weekend of exclusivity. The extra time allowed them to experiment with new ideas and get to know each other better. He often warned the women not to get too attached to him.

April was taller and more elegant, shy and reserved than Carol or Gwen. Her skin was caramel color and her figure was trim and almost too skinny for her height. Carol said that she and her husband were deeply in love, and his death of a heart attack six months ago left her bereft. They had co-owned the company for over 20 years and been married for 34 years.

Perpetually overshadowed by her husband, she wanted to explore new kinky things she'd read about since her husband's death. Her list of suggested activities sent him to a local BDSM club to do research. They had met again and gone over the rules and any dietary issues.

They shook hands after he opened the door. Despite her reserved nature, her expression was poised and thoughtful and hinted at years of experience. She was in her late-50s. Her shy smile barely lifted the corners of her mouth.

She wore a dark blue pencil skirt and blazer held together with one button. A white, modest blouse, flats and a carry bag slung over one shoulder completed the ensemble. Her dark hair brushed her shoulders. The epitome of a professional, confident woman.

"I waited to put the casserole in until you arrived. Probably 45 minutes. Time to clean up and change into something more comfortable. I picked up the suitcase from your house and it's in the bedroom."

"Thank you, Joe." She touched his arm as she spoke to make a connection.

"I'll probably soak in the tub for most of that time. Perhaps you have a few minutes to wash my back. It was a rough week."

He finished the salad, wrapped plastic over the bowl and put it in the refrigerator. He did the same with the green beans. He set the oven timer for 45 minutes and put the casserole inside.

The master bedroom overlooked the mountains, faced the east and included a large, sloped-wall tub. The one-way window overlooking the mountains allowed them to see outside, but no one could see inside. From the window, they watched people in the ski area. She had undressed and was wearing a robe.

"Don't get in yet," he said as he removed his clothes. Once completed, he slipped into the tub and she got in after him, resting her back against his chest.

"The oven will go off after 45 minutes. If we're a few minutes later, we'll be okay."

Using a loofah and a special vanilla body wash she supplied, he lathered her back, washed and rinsed it before he pulled her back against his chest and his hardening cock. He kissed her neck and her jawline. "Might as well warm up."

He repeated the washing routine on her front, his large hands completely covering her small breasts. While he palmed her nipples, he kissed her neck and ear, licking its shell.

"God. I love being pampered. Keep going."

His hands moved down to her core. She opened herself to him and his fingers found her folds.

"Never have I ever been seduced in a tub," she hummed. "I love it."

He explored carefully at first, running his fingers up and down her slit, touching her special areas with increasing pressure. With all the water, it was hard to judge how wet she was, but he soon caught on through her continual oohs and ahs and her movements.

Her climax snuck up on her. He stroked her clit with his thumb and found the sensitive spots inside her chamber. She suddenly stiffened. "Peter, Paul and Mary. I just came."

She leaned her head back and turned it to kiss him on the lips for several seconds. She caressed his cheek with a quivering hand. "You are a miracle worker. I've never orgasmed so quickly and so completely. I'm shaking."

He got out, dried off and put his boxers on. "That's far enough. Everything will come off soon."

To protect his body, he wore a robe as he finished the food. The table was set and all the food on it before April came downstairs in a robe.

The small oval kitchen table was covered with a pristine white cloth. Beside the two gleaming plates, the silverware lay in the proper order. Freshly folded white napkins rested on top of the plates in a triangle. Two sparkling glasses reflected the low overhead light.

He pulled out her chair and jogged it after she sat. Her beaming smile was contagious.

She tested the salad. She smiled her thanks and added an "ah." The same with the casserole. "Perfect."

She drank wine. He drank carbonated apple juice. They talked about their jobs as they ate. He served chocolate ice cream with candy sprinkles on top for dessert. She had a nut allergy.

Once they finished, she rose and approached him, looping her arms around his neck. "A handsome, fit man who can cook. I don't want to flatter you too much, but I wish I were younger. I'd be your wife in an instant. The food was perfect. I'll help you clean up and put everything away."

They sat and talked for nearly an hour while she sipped a large glass of wine. "I need a certain amount of buzz to relax enough to have the sex we've planned." Mostly, Joe listened to April talk about the frustrations of arbitrating cases. No details or clients. Some he figured out, but he didn't know them or care.

"Thank you for listening. That is rare among men," she said after an hour. "My insides are a mess thinking about doing what we planned."

His voice hardened. "I need to hear you say your safe word. Let's go over the basic rules again just to make sure we haven't changed our minds.