Biggest and Best

"Well, when I failed to see Harvey, I just drove to the Wal-Mart and parked in their lot. I strolled around inside for several hours, looking at merchandise and trying to cheer myself up by watching some of the strange people that shop there."

I nodded and looked away as I thought about what she had said. I guess it was all plausible. For now, I would give her the benefit of the doubt. But I still planned on going back over the GPS log files in my emails to track her past movements. Trust, but verify.

"What about Wednesday night; where were you supposed to go that night, and what did you do?" I asked with all the innocence of supposed ignorance that I could muster.

Claire sighed and said, "Wednesday I was supposed to go to the Harmons and participate in a threesome with Tim and Gay." She looked up at me and hesitated. Then she said, "I actually went."

She saw me scowl, and added, "But it was only to try to talk them out of all this nonsense and to get them to back off on their threats to harm our relationship and to get them to destroy that damned video that Tim had kept.

"Like the night before, I went to the house where I had been scheduled to participate in sex. But, once again, fate intervened. I tried for about five minutes to get Gay or Tim to answer the doorbell; and I was even about to try their back door, when you called. I'm sorry once again for lying to you on the phone about being at the Claiborne's, but I was just so desperate to try to contain all of this craziness that had entered my life. Please, can you ever forgive me?"

I looked at her and stroked her cheek with a finger of my left hand. "Sweetie, I can forgive you and I do; but I can tell you that it is going to take quite a while for me to get over the disappointment I'm experiencing because you did not trust me with the truth. That is the kind of thing that eats away at my own trust of you as well. And trust is one of the foundations of marriage."

I felt a twinge of conscience as I said all of this, since I had not told Claire all about my business dealings with Sonny and the boys. But, this was not an appropriate time or venue to come clean about that. I would definitely plan to tell her later. But, until that time, I had a role to play.

"In all of this, it looks like you did not trust me enough to tell me; and, by your lying and sneaking around trying to solve this on your own, it has caused me to wonder if I can trust you. We are supposed to be a team, you and me. Trying to do all this alone, with you cutting me out, has left me feeling hurt as well as disappointed.

"But I'm not giving up on us. I am committed to working on this with you for as long as it takes for us to get past this. Are you?"

"Oh, Wade, you know I am," Claire gushed as she threw herself into my arms and cried for a couple of minutes into my chest. After she calmed down and went through a couple of more tissues, she looked up at me.

Taking a deep breath, Claire broached the subject that I was dreading. "Wade, I ... I can't help but feel like the attacks on the Harmons and the Blands were just too coincidental. Either Providence was working on my behalf or else someone else knew about what they were doing to me, and ... whoever ... was trying to make a violent statement to them to back off.

"And when I got to the school yesterday for your presentation, I swung by the school office before going to Mindy's classroom, hoping to be able to try put Dwight off about last night's scheduled visit to his and Carol's house. I heard one of the ladies there say that Dwight had been called out of town suddenly for a family emergency of some sort."

Claire chuckled a bit uneasily as she looked intently at me and asked, "Wade, you didn't have anything to do with those ... things that went on at the Bland and Harmon houses, or with Dwight's sudden need to travel, did you?"

I pulled away and put on a phony look of angry offense. "Claire, you know me. I deal in finances and numbers. I am not a very physical specimen and I have never been a man of violence. Do you honestly believe that I could subdue an adult male and nail his foot to the floor?" I made it sound so ridiculous as to be laughable.

"No," Claire said with a sigh after a moment's pause, "It ... it just seemed so ... well, like I said, coincidental. That's all."

I went on the attack so that she would get off this line of thinking. "What about last night; and why did you come out here tonight?"

Claire smiled that thin smile again and said, "There's an old saying about women; 'when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.' I went to the mall in Tucker, just east of here, and browsed through Penney's and Target for a couple of hours. Then I checked into the Holiday Inn Express back here in town and had a pizza delivered.

"After being 'outed' by my own daughter in front of all those people at the school, and, even worse, my own husband, I needed to get away for a bit. I tossed and turned and slept very little until this morning, when housekeeping ran me out of my hotel room.

"I checked out and just came out here to look at the old place and collect my thoughts about how I was finally going to tell you the truth. I figured that Dwight would not come out here by himself, since his other 'partners in slime' were incapacitated, so I felt reasonably safe in coming out here and inviting you to join me so that I could show you where my lowest act of sexual depravity took place."

She looked at me expectantly. I needed to make a choice. I could crush her, assure her, or tease her. I chose assurance.

What? You think I am going to push away the love of my life over all of this? She had been true to me sexually after all. We were going to have to have some more talks about trust and absolute transparency in our marriage, on both our parts, but I figured we had about another forty or fifty years together to work all that out and I planned on staying with her 'till death do us part.'

"Claire, My Love," I said, holding her face gently between my hands, and seriously lying to her as I reassured her, "I haven't seen that video of Tim's; but, believe it or not, I really would like to. I have this mental image of you caught up in the ecstasy of extreme sex and I can't help but react like a nasty man." She looked at me strangely.

I took her hand and put it against my groin so that she could feel my erection. "Understand me; I do not want to share you with another man now that we are married; or another woman, for that matter. But it would sure be hot to see how you looked back in your early years involved in hot sex in the great outdoors. I guess what the feminists all say is true; men really are pigs; oink."

Claire sprang up and leaped into my arms hugging me tightly. Then she pulled her head around and began to kiss me frantically all over my face, finally ending up at my lips. She had been crying and her nose was still not clear enough to make the kisses last long; after all, she had to breathe.

"Oh, Wade, oh, my lover man!" Claire said over and over. "I was so worried that you would not want me anymore. I really was such a slut back then, and I have been trying to overcome that and be a good wife to you, and a good role model to my daughter and son, ever since we were married and started our family. I did not want you to know about all of that old stuff. I guess I should have had more faith in my man. You are just so wonderful!" With that, she hugged me so tight that I was having a hard time breathing.

When she loosened her arms, Claire looked at me and a sly look came to her face. She wiggled her ass on my lap and said, "I can see that having gone these past four days without sex has left you as randy as I am." She ground her ass again and I groaned as she pressed against my erection. It felt as if it were probably hard enough to cut diamonds.

I looked at my wife, my partner in life, and my lover, and wagged my eyebrows. I asked, "What do you say to our creating a good memory out here at the quarry, one that we can look back on with joy and the ability to say that we made a new start here together?"

Claire looked at me with a touch of seriousness mixed with her already horny mood and said simply, "Wade Sloan, I am not going to get ticks while we fuck. Let's get in the back seat of my car. I'm so horny right now and I want you inside me right away, my lover man. I'm not interested in a big build-up or prolonged foreplay. I want you to fuck me senseless. Anything less is simply unacceptable."

We must have broken a speed record in getting naked and in position with Claire's gorgeous nude body lying on her back on the back seat of the Camry with one foot behind the head restraint for the back seat and the other between the two separate front seats propped on the console. I dived in and licked her pussy only three times before she screamed out and panted, "Damn it, Wade, just fuck me ... NOW!"

I complied.

Fifteen minutes and three good orgasms later, two for her and one for me, we rested in each other's sweat-covered arms. After a short period of testing up and recovering, I maneuvered us around with Claire on all fours on the seat with her ass stuck out of the door. I stood outside of the car, bent my knees slightly, and entered her from behind. Claire sighed and moaned and rocked to match my rhythm as I pumped my dick into her still very tight but very wet pussy.

After a few minutes of this, I shot into her with a moan, and right along with a very loud cry from Claire, and we just stayed still for a minute. We were just enjoying the feeling of being joined and basking in the afterglow of really good sex between two people who really love each other.

Since I was the one outside the car and was actually looking over the top of the roof of the Camry, I was the first to hear the approach of another vehicle and then to spot a maroon Suburban as it passed our location. Claire's Camry was far enough off the track leading into the quarry that we were evidently not noticed by any of the folks in the car as they passed.

I hurriedly pulled my cock out of my wife's dripping pussy and pulled her out of the car to keep the cum from staining the car seat. We quietly shared the box of tissues as we cleaned up and reached for our clothes.

From where we were with relation to the new arrivals, we heard the doors of their big SUV slam and then we heard the laughter and voices of several people. We could not be sure at that point, but they sounded pretty young, and pretty excited.

Wow, I thought; this place must still be the spot for a lot of petting and sex over the years. I whispered to Claire that we should get into the Camry quietly and, once it was started, drive on out quickly so that we could get away from this bunch of young folks before they could see us and start any trouble.

Claire evidently had a daring streak in her. She whispered, "Let's sneak over and have a peek at what's going on. I'll bet it's a bunch of horny young people planning on having a nice time out here at Fuck-Me Central."

Before I could object, Claire was already moving away toward the sounds. She had left her shoes in the car. With the soft mat of pine straw covering the ground all around us, I was not too concerned that she would hurt her feet. I was more concerned about a combination of dealing with poison ivy and trying to deal with an irritated young guy or guys who might take offense at my wife's and my spying on them or interrupting their well-made plans for sex with their dates tonight.

As we got to a break in the woods from which we could watch the scene before us without having to step out from the trees and brush, we observed the new arrivals. There were four guys, none of whom was a very imposing physical specimen; they just looked like typical older teens or young adults.

The two girls with them were very pretty and were dressed in very slutty tank tops and very short, high-cut short pants, with the moons of their ass cheeks clearly hanging out the bottoms in back. They were obviously dressed to arouse and to incite sexy thoughts in the minds of any straight males within sight of them.

While none of them looked or sounded drunk, their bright spirits had obviously been enhanced by some form of intoxicant. This thought was reinforced when I saw one of the guys pull a cooler out of the back of the Suburban and remove cans of beer to pass around. There was a brief toast and they all tilted the cans, with the girls sipping and the guys taking big swallows.

I noted that they all seemed to be very relaxed, with the exception of one of the girls, the brunette among them. The other girl was blonde and seemed to be hanging off the arm of the tallest of the guys. The other three guys seemed to be glancing between the two girls as they talked and laughed among themselves.

"Tommy," I heard one of the guys finally say to the tall guy with the blonde on his arm. "You ready to get this show on the road? I thought we came out here to get naked and crazy."

I felt Claire's hand on my arm and her fingers squeezed my forearm. Looking at her, I could see that she was either still excited from our recent bouts of sex or else she was getting aroused all over again at the prospect of possibly witnessing sex among these young folks. I couldn't tell at this point. Anyway, the guy named Tommy answered at that point.

"Yeah, Shanna, why don't you and Gaby start out by putting on a little show for us to get this night started right?" he seemed to be talking to the blonde, evidently named Shanna.

Shanna moved toward the other girl, Gaby, and said, "Come on, Honey, let's get naked and show these guys how girls really like to be loved."

The girl, Gaby, pulled away, and said, "Wait a minute. I thought you said we were just coming up here to do some heavy petting and maybe do some skinny-dipping. I didn't agree to come out here to be part of some kind of orgy!" She was obviously getting irritated and the guys were grinning and looking at this Tommy guy to take the lead.

I felt Claire start to take a step out to intrude, and I grabbed her arm to pull her back. I knew what she was thinking as well. I did not want to abandon a young girl to the whims of horny guys who were obviously being caught up in the moment by hormones and alcohol. I just did not want my barefoot and vulnerable wife to get hurt if anything were to start up here. I was reaching for my cell phone so that I could get ready to dial 911, when I heard Tommy respond.

"Now, Gaby, we all know that you ain't no virgin or anything like that. Word around campus is that you have been fucking your way slowly through the entire freshman class." This raised a chuckle from the others. Their looks were becoming more predatory as Tommy continued.

"In fact, the way I hear it, Gaby Hendrix is the biggest slut and the best fuck in this town." That caused the other guys to laugh out loud. They were still laughing when the next voice to cut loudly through the clearing caused them to stop making any sounds at all and look our way with alarm.

"No. Those titles belong to me!"

My wife had called out loudly so that God and everybody could hear. I pushed the 'call' button on my phone and said softly to the 911 operator that I thought I had seen what looked like a gang fight developing at the old quarry and could they send a patrol car as quickly as possible. I clicked off the call before any more conversation could take place, as I needed to concentrate on protecting my wife and getting our asses out of here.

"Who the fuck are you, Lady?" I heard Tommy say finally with a bit of false bravado. He had to maintain the alpha dog role here for his friends.

Claire and I stepped out and I moved slightly ahead of her and grinned with false confidence as I said, "That was my wife who said that. It seems that, fifteen years ago, she was very ... shall we say ... popular in school and she and her friends had a party out here to celebrate their graduation. We came out to see the place and we heard you guys drive up."

"Well, now that you have had your little stroll down memory lane, why don't you folks just drive on out of here, Mister, and let us have our own celebration?" one of the other guys said. He tried to sound tough, but the look of doubt and a bit of fear gave his true feelings away.

Claire just had to say something at that point. "I meant what I said; the titles of biggest slut and best fuck were mine fifteen years ago and I earned them right out here. Are you guys planning to screw the night away like my friends and I did? We really had a ball, I can tell you."

As she said all this, it came to me that she was really trying to intercede on behalf of this Gaby girl by trying to sound outlandishly trashy. The reaction to her words might just get some truth to peek out from hiding among these horny guys.

The girl, Gaby, looked around in shock as Tommy said, "Yeah, we are planning to make us some really sexy memories here tonight. So, why don't you folks leave and let us get on with it?"

Gaby dropped her can in the dirt and put her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, "You what? You mean you set this up, planning for us all to be fucking out here after all? You bastard! I never agreed to any of that!"

I had an idea that might get even more of the light of truth to shine in and amongst this gathering. "Hey," I said, "Maybe my wife and I could help you guys out so that it frees one or two of you up for the fun. You need help with the video?"

"That's all right, I got it," one of the other guys said, before Tommy rounded on him.

"Shut the fuck up, Asshole!" said Tommy, but Gaby had already heard the interchange.

"VIDEO? Tommy, you sonofabitch! Just what the fuck were you expecting? Stage a gangbang and get me on video so that you could post it up on one of the internet porn sites?" Gaby was screaming now.

Tommy was beginning to see his well-laid plans to coerce this Gaby girl into sex with all of the guys and capture it on video -- not unlike what had happened to Claire and Carol fifteen years ago -- rapidly going to hell in a hand basket.

"Hey! Look, Gaby, you agreed to come out here for skinny-dipping and some groping and grabbing. What the hell did you expect? That we were just going to settle for a look-see and a quick feel? No way!"

"Well, you can just go naked in the water without me and grope and grab your own cock, you turd! I am so out of here!" Gaby turned to walk away, when one of the guys reached out to keep her from going by grabbing her arm. She rounded on him and slapped him, causing his grip to let go.

Gaby took advantage of this distraction to dash over to us, where my wife reached out and took the girl in her arms. Claire glared over toward the boys, letting them know that this girl was now in the role of cub and Claire was 'Mama Bear.'

I stood with my legs apart and with a look of false bravado as I put my hands loosely on my own hips to take on the 'cool and collected' look. I knew that one or two of the guys was nervous enough just with having been interrupted by Claire's and my presence in the first place. Now, not only to have the object of their intentions for a sexual foray, Gaby, turn out to be resisting said foray; and to have me and my wife turning into Gaby's protectors, with all the intentions of making a good effort at whipping anyone's ass who tried to mess with the girl; things were coming apart for them mentally as well as physically.

I decided to turn up the heat a bit. "Guys, if you don't want to have to explain to Five-Oh why a bunch of under-21 guys are out here drinking, I would suggest that you beat feet. I called 911 about five minutes ago. And, in this town and county, the first responders average fourteen minutes or less on a 911 call." I was totally pulling these numbers out of my ass, but they did not know it.