Are We Even Now? Pt. 01

Tad shouted again for him to get the hell out.

I told him to shut up and that we needed to talk.

Tad barked that we could talk but he didn't need that bastard in the house.

I got angry and told him to shut up and sit down; that Burt had a stake in this and he needed to hear. Then I made the mistake of telling him that if Burt had to leave, that I would leave too.

I shouldn't have said that because Tad came back with a bunch of questions and accusations about how long we had been fucking each other.

Well the gloves were off now so I decided that now was the time to go for the K.O. Over his ranting I yelled, "Tad, tell me about Charlotte Ewing and Nancy Wyatt."

He suddenly stopped barking and asked what I had just said.

I repeated myself.

He played dumb and asked what the hell I was talking about.

I walked to the closet, got my briefcase, opened it, and withdrew a large envelope. I handed the envelope to Tad. He didn't want to take it, so I dropped it in front of him and told him to open it and then tell me about it.

I watched as he began to realize what the envelope was about. He opened it and withdrew several glossy photos and glanced at them. His mood totally changed and he sat down. He asked where I had gotten them.

I told him Mr. Ewing had engaged a private investigator and had provided a set to me and to Mr. Wyatt. I received my copies a couple of hours before I found out that Burt was coming. I told him that Mr. Ewing had told me that these liaisons had been going on for at least two months and that he was filing for a divorce. Then I fired at him, "There is one divorce on the table, probably a second, do you want to go for a third?"

Tad was silent for a few moments and then he said, almost in a whisper, "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would ever find out."

Without raising my voice I told him how hurt I had been when I received the information and photos. I went on saying, "My first thought was divorce. But damn it I love you and I don't want to live without you. When you told me Burt was coming I decided I would use him to get revenge. I really wanted to just get even but I didn't know how many times you had been unfaithful." Now the tears started as I went on, "But now you tell me you thought no one would ever know. Maybe I should get a divorce since you think I'm so stupid. I'm not sure I want to be married to someone who is so smug as to think he could pull this shit off and not get caught."

With that, Tad blurted out that at least he didn't do it in public.

I countered that, what he said was true, but that I didn't sneak around behind his back thinking he was so stupid that he would never catch me.

Things were silent for a minute as we both cooled down. Then we talked for a while. Finally I told him that he owed Burt a big apology. He had been used by me and was put in a place where he couldn't get away.

Tad finally went over and shook hands and gave Burt a hug. Tad then suggested that it was late and that we should get to bed.

I said, "I'm not finished. I have a couple of more things." First I told him that if he ever strayed again that my activities tonight would look like the first dance recital of three year old wannabe ballerinas; that each time we had sex thereafter, he would always have to wonder who I had just fucked before we got to bed.

Then I said, "Tad, this next item is going to go down hard, but you've got it coming. I still have some getting even to do. So, if he'll have me, I'm going to bed with Burt tonight and after he leaves tomorrow, I'll be yours again."

Tad stood with his mouth open and then kind of whined, "Sandy, that's not fair. You're flaunting it in my face. That's not fair."

I said, 'Tad, explain to me how fair you were with ME when you engaged in YOUR extramarital activities." With that I took Burt by the hand and asked if he would share my bed.

He hesitated a moment, looked at Tad and then shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

Tad looked at Burt, started to say something, thought better of it, and just shrugged his shoulders. He did finally blurt out, "Can't you use the guest room instead of ours?"

I answered that the guest bed was only a double bed and the king size bed is much more comfortable for two people. As I was carrying the dishes to the kitchen I called to Tad, "If you need anything out of our room or bathroom, go get it now. Goodnight sweetie. We can start a new life tomorrow after Burt leaves, if you're still interested."

Tad mumbled something as he went into our room to get his toiletries.

I couldn't make out what he mumbled but from his demeanor I knew it was not nice.

As he came back out I told him not to disturb us in the morning, that it had been a long day. I took Burt's hand and led him into our bedroom.

As I headed to the bedroom, Tad, in a rather subdued voice asked, "After tonight will we be even as you indicated?

I didn't even answer. Once in the bedroom, Burt wanted to know if maybe I wasn't carrying this a little too far. He made a move for the door and told me he would go get Tad.

I stepped between him and the door; pushed back on his shoulders, and sweetly told him that if he didn't want to sleep with me that I would understand. But no matter what, I was not sleeping with Tad tonight. He could go sleep with Tad if he wanted to, that was up to him.

I could tell that Burt was totally beside himself and didn't know which route he should take. I stepped up to him, put my arms around his neck, pulled his head to mine and planted a hot kiss on him. When we broke the kiss (he was responding to it), I whispered in his ear that I had really enjoyed our time on stage and I was more than willing to try it out in bed.

Burt was concerned and, sitting on the edge of the bed, asked how I was going to work things out with Tad. Then he stated that I had really hit Tad hard, embarrassed him, and wounded his pride.

I said, "Burt, stop and think about what you just said. What was it that brought this whole thing on in the first place? How do you think I feel? And as far as working things out is concerned, that is going to be up to Tad. I love him and I'm willing to work things out if he is."

He thought about it for a moment and broke into a big grin. He got up, came to me, took me in his arms and said, "Sandy, I would love to go to bed with you. I don't object to some more fun before I leave." Then he told me he needed to go to the guest room to get his pajamas.

I gave him a passionate kiss and told him that we didn't need pajamas and that he could get his shaving kit n the morning. Then I said, as I stripped, "Get your clothes off and come treat me as your girlfriend."

On stage I had been too busy and preoccupied to take Burt's physique into account. Now as he undressed I saw what a really perfect human specimen he was; toned muscles, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and muscular arms. Not to mention a cock about the same girth as Tad's but fully an inch or two longer. I couldn't help but feel that I was in for a very pleasant night.

He acted a little shy but considering what we had done, the shyness was disappearing fast. We lay down together and he took me in his arms, kissed me, and started to massage my breast. I don't know why, but being in bed with Burt seemed perfectly natural and I was not having any pangs of guilt.

I snuggled in to him and wrapped my fingers around his cock, and as I noted earlier, he seemed to be about as big around as Tad. I began to slowly stroke him while our tongues met and circled each other. This was feeling very good and about this time his hand slid down my stomach and in moments there were two of his fingers in me.

Just then there was a bang on the door and Tad said he needed to get some toothpaste.

I told him we were busy and he could get some toothpaste from Burt's shaving kit.

He started to say something else and I screamed at him to go to bed. I lay there a moment and listened to him retreat down the hall spouting some profanities. With it quiet now I slipped under the sheet and started to take the beautiful cock into my mouth.

Burt said, "Just a minute," and grabbing my legs he positioned them on either side of his head.

Before I could get him in my mouth, his tongue entered me and I about lost it. I let out a moan that probably Tad could hear. I sucked vigorously on his cock and confirmed that it was longer. I could not get it all into my mouth and throat as easily as I could with Tad. It took two more deep throat attempts before I got it all in and felt a brand new sensation.

We continued the sixty-nine position for quite a while before Burt said, "I'm about ready to cum."

I was about to orgasm too and I said, "Let's not rush. Let's relax a minute."

We eased off and lay there caressing each other while we regained control. I loved the way his hands roamed my body, making goose pimples pop up. He pulled my hand off of his cock and asked me to just massage his balls so that he could cool down a little.

After several minutes I felt his fingers entering my pussy again and I took this as a signal to move on. Grabbing his cock I guided it into me as I rolled on top of him. I pushed myself upright and his hands immediately cupped my breast. Now I felt his full length in me and reveled at how good it felt to have the extra penetration. The rest period had worked because I was able to bounce up and down for several minutes before I felt him start to tense up. His impending release of sperm sent me to the end and I started a very hard climax just as I felt his sperm start to fill me.

If Tad had gone to sleep, I probably awoke him with the loud moan I released at this perfect climax. I slumped down, limp on Burt and he kept breathing very hard. I kissed him and let him know that that was one of the best fucks I had ever had.

He responded, "Me too!"

We lay in each others arms and talked a while. He wanted to know if I was going to leave Tad and how much damage had been done.

I let him know that I wasn't planning to leave but that it was really up to Tad. If Tad cleaned up his act and remained faithful we would probably be ok. If he didn't then I wasn't sure what would happen or when.

Then I let my curiosity get the better of me. I asked, "Burt, why are you still single? You are a good looking man and a very capable lover, what's holding you up?"

He gave me a quick kiss and said, "I have just never found anyone like you. I just can't seem to find the companion that I would like to spend much of my life with, let alone the rest of my life. But don't worry, I'm still looking."

After a little more talk we snuggled up tight and I could feel his cock responding to the call again. Reaching down I guided him into me again. He pushed all the way in and I wrapped my legs around his back. With his cock inserted all the way, we gently eased his cock out just a little and then all the way back in. The feel of his cock where I had never felt one before made me quiver as my whole body reacted to the sensation.

I whispered, "Fuck me slow and deep. You are driving me wild."

He didn't respond verbally, but his actions told me he heard. Shortly I began to muscles fuck him. I could feel the head of his cock as it met the resistance of the contracting muscles. Again, we both exploded almost simultaneously.

Unlike our extremely erotic time at the club, we had tender, completely satisfying sex in bed. After having sex the second time, Burt dropped right off to sleep. I was still somewhat wired from the activities. As I lay there before going to sleep I couldn't help but realize that some of this had been something like a fairy tale. I remembered that I had fantasized several times in the past about having Burt. My fantasy had been fulfilled and I had enjoyed it to the full.

The final troubling thought that came to me before going to sleep was: Will our marriage and our friendship survive this night? I dozed off into a troubled sleep trying to affirm, in my own mind, that all of this would pass.

Dear Reader:

There are four alternative conclusions to this story. There is no sequence to them, I just listed them in the order I wrote them: (Are We Even Now? - What difference does it make?) , (Are We Even Now? - What do you think?), (Are We Even Now? - No, I'm just getting started), and (Are We Even Now? - Oh, Yes, and then some)

To set the stage, I will tell you here that; in all four endings, at some point, Tad asks, "Are we even now?"